The Road to Christianity Isn’t Pretty, but Thank God It is Forgotten: God does not Remember Anymore

Written by: VWoods

You just know in your heart of hearts that you were born to be special. There is something more to your existence; you are too pretty, handsome, good looking, graceful. Your life was meant to be an impact on the world and environs. Yes you were born to be that type of hell raiser.

You hated your parents way of life and everything they stood for, so you proceeded to rebel by leaving home and engaging in all that was forbidden or sacred in your effort to be of consequence: you danced with tobacco, weed and drugs; embraced the liquor bottle; prostituted your sanctity by lying cheating, cursing like a sailor, sleeping with every cheap trick or John who came your way; you took advantage of those weaker than you and pimped and sold what did not belong to you.  You ultimately became engaged to the devil and swore to your friends that you were having more fun than ever and this lifestyle was the best thing you could have done for you.

Behind closed doors, when you are alone and no one can see you; when you are able to remove the shade hiding your eyes, soul and heart; in the few quiet moments you get alone, you look in a mirror and you whimper as you see the dilapidation which have set in upon your once innocent, slightly rebellious personage.  Your stomach sinks and quakes in pain that you think only you alone can feel.

Wonders of wonder, you aren’t carrying that load alone: remember that lady you walked away from, that man you cursed under your breath every single day of your life; do you remember those people who you disdained and looked down upon as being unworthy, whose lifestyle you eschewed? Yes that couple who birthed you, adored you, and forsook themselves for you: your parents. They are feeling all that you are going through at this moment.  They bear the brunt of the negative publicity you engage, every illicit affair you carried out; they walked into every room you prostituted yourself in and they bore the shame and pain.

But through it all that lady had something going for her that would ultimately work in your favor: she is a praying mother and she literally had to call a prayer session with the members of her church to pray you out of these situations.  She then proceeded to spend nights on her knees asking God to please deliver her child: yes Sir, she beseeches God on behalf of those hell raising tendencies.  She carried the delusion, the pain, the sorrow, the rebellion you bore. And she propelled your father along with her in standing in the gap for you.

What you hated about them has become your salvation, because she remembers a word from the Lord which goes something like, “Come now and let us reason together, says the LORD, though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool” (Isaiah 1:18 KJV). So that woman of God, who also happens to be your mother, knows that when all your friends have turned their backs on you, when you are down to your last dime; when you think the very gates of hell has been unleashed upon your life, God is able to work in that situation, so she prayed you through.

My son, daughter, you are able to rise above your situation because your mother knows that God said that if you consider your ways, “He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea” (Micah 7:9 KJV).  She wants to remind you that this God, who is our Father, has promised that, “He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities”. So He will forget all that we have done, as long as we look to Him and fear Him, “For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him”.  She also knows that the man name Christ Jesus has said that, “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us”; your mother also knows and sympathizes with you but wants you to know that, “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him” (Psalm 103:10-13 KJV).

So, you can tiptoe, you can crawl, but if I was you, I would take off running, for the only thing which can compare or trump a mother’s love is the love of God for us his children. He doesn’t remember when you give your life and all the tumult to Him.  He will actually cast it into the sea of forgetfulness. You can go home!!!

About vw1212

All about Jesus....Love God and the things pertaining to Him. Love sitting at the feet of Jesus!
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4 Responses to The Road to Christianity Isn’t Pretty, but Thank God It is Forgotten: God does not Remember Anymore

  1. bethesdalily says:

    Your post blessed me beyond words. You’re absolutely right–this is the sort of loving, Christ-centered post that all prodigal children need to hear.

  2. sport says:

    Its like you learn my thoughts! You seem to grasp so much about this, like you wrote the e book in it or something.
    I feel that you just could do with some % to drive the message home a little bit, but other than that,
    that is great blog. An excellent read. I will definitely be back.

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