How To Save A Life


He isn’t quick to condemn.  He is fixated on saving everybody.  Every single one.  That means he is using all of his resources to reveal the truth to us.  I am a witness of this.  I lived in a place that is susceptible to earthquakes.  After a large, devastating quake, that destroyed various buildings and roads, I wasn’t sure if I should go to work the next day.  I had checked on my parents, and brothers/sisters that still lived at home.  Everybody was fine. I decided to go to work the next morning.  I worked for a large corporation and only a small percentage of people were there that day.  One lady in particular, sees me a few hours into the day and invites me to church.  (as a side note, during the quake, which occurred during work hours, she waved her Thomas Chain Reference Bible and said in a loud voice, “Life Insurance”)  So basically, I figured she was a religious wing nut.  Yea, no.  I wasn’t planning on going to church.  He disappoints, remember?  Besides that, I was a Catholic atheist.  I didn’t believe in God, but I was still afraid of Him.  Old joke.  I convinced myself that I was an atheist.  No God, no problems.  This crazy lady keeps inviting me, engaging in conversation with me for 4 months.  Eh, kind of paid attention, but mostly didn’t take it seriously.  Honestly, I was kind of scared.  I didn’t want to know about God.  The only reason I went to church with her 4 months later was because she KNEW the Scriptures.  She would back everything up with the verses.  Crap, I was in adultery, had an abortion, loved to get drunk, and I was very familiar with drugs.  Yet, I was a fully functioning person, just like my dad.  I had a very good job working for a sub contractor of the government.  I was an accountant.  I never missed a day of work.  But nobody could party harder than me.  I’m serious. I compartmentalized the wild side so that it wouldn’t bleed over into my professional life.  But I really didn’t hold back on that party life. So, I have to say, I was a hard sell.  If she couldn’t give me any Scriptures to validate what she said, it was a no go.  I’m still like this.  I feel bad for her, it was tough, but she stuck it out.  I should be like her.  Finally, March 21st, after studying the Scriptures, gaining faith, and repenting, I am baptized!.  So, what? This is what:  I was not royalty, or wealthy, influential, or particularly brilliant.  Do you know what that means?!!  He wants all men to be saved.  Every single one.

God “Dissed” Me


But I was.  I was very disappointed and I stopped believing.  It was the summer and I was 12 years old.  My parents were heavy alcoholics.  My dad was a teacher and appeared to be fully functioning, but he would drink at home, drink on the road, and usually spend a significant amount of the weekends at a favorite bar. He was a passive drunk.  My mom was a super aggressive, violent, and mean drunk.  She was a terrorist to her own kids.  I bet she was sober 15% of the time I was growing up. No one wants to hear about all the details.  Nowadays, everybody has some story about how they were mistreated.  So, I won’t elaborate too much except to say that she beat the &^%$# out of us and tried to poison my two older brothers once.  She beat all of us with 2×4 piece of wood, belts, toys, hands and pulled our hair until the scalp separated from the underlying layer.  But she especially beat my second to youngest sister.  Year after year went on like this. But one year she became pregnant with her 8th baby.  (2 miscarriages, and 5 live births)  She was 45 yrs old. I was a preteen and I had been going to the private parish school and church close to our house.  I prayed and prayed that this pregnancy would change her and that she would be sober permanently.  I really didn’t think about the fact that if pregnancy could change her, why didn’t she change after the first 8?  But, clearly that never entered my mind.  She gave birth to my youngest sister.  She made my dad leave my other brothers and sisters home and take her, the baby and I to a hotel.  He bought her a ton of liquor.  She handed the baby to me and I was responsible for her that weekend until we came home, and eventually for the next 6 or so years.  We’d go places and everybody thought it was my kid.  Yuck, I’d think.  I’m just a kid. This would have been ok,  if she had stopped drinking.  But the complete opposite happened and I lost my confidence in God.  I was disappointed.  How did I get from there to here?  I’ll have to tell you that story another time.  But, just to make it clear, I am not disappointed in God anymore.