My old life, that is. I’m happy to report that it’s still dead as a doornail. I was baptized two years ago today and my new life in Christ has been, and continues to be, an amazing journey.
Before turning my life over to Jesus in January of 2017, I had been desperately searching for “something”, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. There was a whole host of things that I was seeking: peace, joy, tranquility, strength, courage, protection and grounding. Sometimes I felt as though I was hovering a few feet off the ground, longing to land so that I could keep moving forward, instead of being tossed around, to and fro, back and forth. Good grief, SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!
And there He was…in the waiting. He was always there, but somehow I thought I was too insignificant, very unworthy, too sinful, not good enough, so I never really turned to Him. I was afraid. I thought, ‘He can’t help me’, or ‘Maybe He wouldn’t want to help someone like me’. I was someone who knew about Him, but never really connected with Him or got to know Him on a personal level. I believed in His awesome power and greatness and I guess that left me feeling intimidated, that I just wasn’t important enough…that He had bigger fish to fry than to help me. Like most people, I don’t like to be ‘wrong’, but I was SO WRONG when it came to that way of thinking.
Jesus didn’t come down from heaven as the Son of God to help and save religious zealots. He came to save the broken and the lost. He came to teach, to heal, and to redeem. During my second or third time attending service at Granite United Church, I remember Pastor Anthony Milas speaking about a herd of sheep, and posing the question, “If you had ninety-nine sheep and one was lost, would you leave the ninety-nine to go find the lost one?” In being a brand-new Christian, in my head I was thinking, “Nah, fahgedaboudit…I wouldn’t leave the whole herd of sheep for just ONE!” Yeah…I totally missed the message that day…but not for long! My head’s been buried in the bible every day since. I seek His Word and His Truth first and foremost. I get it now…about going after that “one lost sheep”. At one point in my life, I WAS that “one”.
Don’t think for one minute that you’re “not worthy”, or that you’ve done too many terrible things that your life cannot be forever changed by the blood of Christ. He’s always in the waiting. His invitation to come to the table is an open one. If you weren’t aware that you’ve always been invited… YOU’RE INVITED!
I have only one regret – that it took me over 50 years to realize that I was invited to come to His table. I’m so thankful that when I pulled up a chair and sat down, I was welcomed with opened arms. I was forgiven. I was saved. My old life died in baptism when I was submerged in the water and my new life in Christ began when I was raised up.
Romans 6:4 ~ “We were buried therefore with Him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life”. (ESV)