The Day I Met Jesus
The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels
In the comments below, we invite you to share your story about THE DAY YOU MET JESUS.
Laura Haines says
March 3, 2015 at 10:00 am
Fifteen years ago, if you’d have asked me if I was a Christian, I’d have told you of course I was. I believed in Jesus Christ. I believed in the Trinity. But I didn’t believe that was enough.
For most all of my life, I was raised in and practiced a religion. I STROVE for perfection. Forgiveness, salvation, grace, hope… none of these were a sure thing. I might have thought I had them one moment of one day (usually Sunday). But I knew that at any given moment, maybe the very next moment, I could blow it.
If you’d have asked me then if I knew where I would go after I died, I’d argue till we were both blue that neither you nor I could ever make such a bold claim.
But inside I was petrified I’d never make the cut.
I didn’t know it then, but looking back on it now, I realize the bondage I was in.
I don’t want to lift the lid too high on my garbage pail other than to say that when you live according to the laws of a church, you learn to and are expected by the authorities to, what I call, “strain gnats and swallow camels.” There were abuses. Of all kinds. ALL. : ( I swallowed and followed. I didn’t know that I didn’t have to. But there did finally come a day, when presented with yet another camel, I refused.
I went home shell-shocked by the response. It drove me to my knees in prayer and the bible for guidance. I read Galatians 5:1 for seemingly the first time in my Bible-possessing life, “Stand fast, therefore, in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and do not become entangled again with a yoke of bondage.” And the light bulbs just flashed on. I devoured Galatians like it was the first real meal I’d had in my life. And that was the beginning for me: The end of the law and an open door to grace.
But I still didn’t truly know who Jesus was.
I have some very good, very patient Christian friends to thank for introducing me to him. For the first time, I came to understand that Jesus wasn’t someone afar off that I would meet and deal with sometime in the unforeseeable future. He was someone standing right beside me, ready to help me, comfort me, and take care of me now. A simple revelation of that truth, over an AOL Instant Message from a dear friend, reduced me to goose-bumps, tears, and overwhelming gratefulness. If I had to pick a moment in time when I felt officially introduced to my savior, that was it.
I searched for and found a new church a few months later. But it was alright. I knew I’d already been found. I’ve learned a lot in these last twelve years since I first met Jesus. I’m not quite so anxious anymore. Not quite so fearful. Not desperately striving. When I pray now, I’m not pleading into the void, begging for forgiveness continuously, wrought with shame, fear, and trembling, begging for my eternal life. I know Jesus is right beside me, that he loves me, he knows me completely, wants nothing more than to help me when I fall, and has assured me of my future with him. I know I can approach Him with confidence and blessed assurance. And that in itself is wonderful.
I’m not perfect. But he is. “He died for me, so he can give his life to me, so he can live his life through me”, as Major Ian Thomas has said.
And I can rest in that.
Karla Akins says
March 15, 2015 at 6:23 pm
I can’t remember a time in my young life when I didn’t know about Jesus. I was blessed that my parents took me to church. I remember at a very, very young age (4?) looking out the window up at the moon and talking to God and asking Him to show Himself to me.
But as a young adult, I did try the ways of the world, and I strayed from the Lord’s sheltering wings for about a year. It was a year of horrible mistakes. And I knew without a doubt, that life with Jesus wasn’t only a better life, but a safer, more productive, blessed life.
I don’t know where I’d be today without Jesus. And I don’t really want to know. It’s not been an easy road, but it’s been one of grace and help. It’s not been a comfortable journey, but one of supernatural strength and encouragement from the Only One Who Matters.
Life with Jesus is an abundant life. It’s not a perfect life, but it’s a life that I wouldn’t trade for any kind of life without Him. It’s a life of peace, hope and grace. I can rest in His Wonderful Hands. There’s just nothing like knowing He is there for me. No. Matter. What.
Greg Gordon says
March 20, 2015 at 8:34 am
The day I met Jesus was one night in my bedroom. I was reading against Romans 3-6, just having come back home from running away and dropping out of school, living in a drug-home and doing many wicked things. God began to speak to me through the words of the Bible that He loved me and even died for me. It hurt me to think that He could have done this and I said to God, “no” you cannot forgive me I have done too many terrible things. I deserve hell and punishment.
God’s love that night began to pour over me and overwhelmed me, I fell to my knees and prayed accepting that Jesus died for my sins. A great peace flooded over me and I have not been the same 17 years later. He dwells with me and has been my best friend, saviour and God. And what a wonderful thing it is to share Him with others in this broken world so full of sin.
Julie Bowers says
April 15, 2015 at 1:18 pm
I read this book within a day (which is not the norm for me). It is an amazing book and so insightful. It inspired me to write “my story” in tract form which is already at the printers. I am involved with a group in Dayton called Oasis which reaches out to some strip clubs located a short distance from Rennes’s and my home. I hope to share “my story” with these girls. I just ordered your book “The Day I Met Jesus” to give to the other girls in the Oasis team that go to the clubs. So, let’s just say God is truly using all your hard work in the publishing of this book. Thanks!
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