My loving family of 10 went to church with my Dad’s urging. I observed him read the Bible at night and he made attempts to lead us in what he called “morning devotions” when he played hymns (“Jesus wants me for a sunbeam to shine for him each day”). It wasn’t til a friend invited me to his Gospel Tabernacle street front church that I heard stories of Jesus that made Him real to me.
It wasn’t til I was at the University of Wisconsin that I met a student who asked me out on a date* (I actually threw a chiclet at him to get his attention). On that date he told me he was reading the Bible to debate a fellow student. Later on he responded to a spiritual challenge by some Campus Crusade (Now Cru) staff about having a personal relationship with Jesus. Then I observed how he changed with a compelling new purpose in his life.
Over weeks of my wrestling with God about my being a sinner who needed a Savior, an early morning light in my dorm room gently nudged my asking Jesus to guide my life. He became My Lord that I wanted to serve throughout my life.
(*My date is my husband of 56 years, we served the Lord together.)
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