How is everyone doing on this fine night? Well, it’s nighttime where I live in sunny SoCal. Maybe it’s morning where you are, or maybe it’s afternoon. Either way, thanks for being here.
So I’ve been thinking about how sometimes I get really caught up in being perfect in my walk with God that I skim over what drew me to Him in the first place.
I don’t say that lightly or even as a cliché Christian catchphrase. It really was and is and will always be His love.
I’ve realized that maybe one reason people don’t like the idea of God, or any single infinite being, is that they think about some tyrant in the sky who has no other interest other than making people afraid, condemning people to death, and watching them suffer on earth.
Because that’s what they hear, isn’t it?
Or they hear that all is love, love, love, love that the term starts sounding like an overplayed tune. Or how I like to say it, a flavorless and over-chewed piece of gum.
Except here’s the thing. When I reflect on texts like Jeremiah 31:3 and Hosea 11:4, I can’t help but feel peace about the choice I’ve made in believing in and following God.
It was love that drew me to Him. Not the promise of immortality or someday walking on streets of gold, but love. The love He has for everyone. Everyone. Not just Christians, not just me, but everyone.
And it’s only when I started to listen to His call on my heart that I began to see and accept His love for me.
You know, if I had to condense my conversion in one paragraph, it would be this:
I was doing everything and anything I wanted to do in my life. I lived purely for pleasure. And it felt good…for the moment. Deep down I was miserable. I needed something more, and I knew it. It was only by choosing to attend Bible studies and choosing to let God into my life that I started to feel meaning and purpose. I started to feel less and less empty.
And I want to share that joy with others, with you.
I can’t tell you how your experience will be. I can’t guess what your experience has been. But I do know that becoming a Christian does not happen overnight. It’s a process of learning, of growing, of accepting.
It starts with one choice.
Even though the struggle of temptations is very real, I could never go back to my old life. Never.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love…with lovingkindness I have drawn you…”
It is that lovingkindness, that deep tenderness and consideration, that keeps me tied to God.
It’s what keeps me tied to my choices. Even when they go against the popular scientific belief of the non-existence of God. Even when I chose to follow something I know is right when everyone else tells me I’m wrong.
And I pray that it is that love that always will keep me tied to Him. For me, for you, for all of us.
Remember, it starts with a choice.