A couple nights ago, Emily and I were watching the Vintage Jesus DVDs and we came to this question:
Who would you be if Jesus hadn’t saved you?
It was really interesting for us to sit back and consider this: Who would I be if Jesus hadn’t saved me?
What kind of husband would I be? What kind of father?
Would I be any of these things?
The truth is, I know exactly what kind of guy I’d be.
Jesus saved me from being a lying, adulterous little boy trying to fit into grown-up man pants that I could never wear. From being a sad, pathetic excuse for a man who could never live up to the responsibilities of being a husband and father.
Because, this is where I was heading until Jesus grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and said, “You’re mine! You belong to me.”
I don’t talk about how I became a Christian a lot, because… well, because I am sometimes afraid that people will think I’m nuts. But you know what?
That’s just stupid.
It’s putting people in the place of God, and fearing them instead of fearing Him.
So tomorrow, I’m going to start to tell the story, at least the parts you need to know.
God gives us a story for His glory.
Who would you be?