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Forlorn Angel Member Posts 143 |
Folding light Over my head We pulled up to the curb Cuz that's where the parking was There were other people We were dressed up So were they We didn't dress fancy much In fact we weren't even dressed fancy that day Or the others to come My mom seemed excited to be there So did my sisters So I was excited too Even though I had no clue where we were Or what we were doing there Turned out it was alot like school Only smaller and we didn't have to do math Or social studies We were learning about God Something normally we only talked about on Easter Or Christmas or when Grandma was around She was Catholic on my mom's side Dad was Protestant This church? Well it was Pentecostal. I had already familiarized myself with some of the bible stories reading children's books but now I was in Sunday school. I learned about Moses and Jesus and eternal life; we made crafts and laughed a lot. Then one day we were going to be baptized, I didn't know what that meant exactly except that it was important and that I would have a savoir that was hung on a cross so I could be saved and have eternal life and passage into heaven. We were baptized me, my sisters and my mom together both inside the church and then in a lake outdoors. Shortly, thereafter we left the church and my mother never looked back, however I carried the experience with me and looking back on my life I have always felt a sense of grace which I try not to take for granted and wonder where this grace comes from. The spirit of the Lord had carried me, the son of what I am now just beginning to learn of, is the Living God. Free flowing love unconditional living God. All that was good was flowing inside of me and all was good. Or so it seemed. Saving grace came to me to protect me from the wrath of man, and save me from my own destruction. Pulling me away from danger, pointing me away from danger. Let no man undo what God has done, that which God put in place can not be shaken. So in the midst of figuring out more about my spirituality my heart was raptured, turned into clay, I was separated from God and I learned what I already knew and what soo many people will never understand and that is that Jesus and his very spirit is not a fairy tale. The spirit of the Lord moves and works miracles through people and until when he has touched EVERY heart in every corner of the earth that is when we will know that he has come home. All eyes will be upon him and fall to their knees while the wicked hide their face. |
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