What Do I Believe?

I Believe in Jesus

I wanted to reflect on an area of my life, and about what I believe. I have spent most of my life partying and living the lifestyle most people live today. Oh yeah Sex, Drugs, Rock n Roll, or in my case Hard Core Metal, and Thrash. Up until 8 years ago, Wow it's been that long?

I finally gave my life to Christ. This may run as a shocker to some of you, but I hated church--the sleepy sermons,the corny people, and oh man, the horrifying sounds of the pipe organ church music. Oops, did I say that? Lol--Yes I did! I had a very hard time with church type people, as the world says Hypocrites! They would go to church on Sunday and live like the devil for the rest of the week. It really took a lot for me to come to Christ.

I was in a drunken stupor, stoned out of my brain, and kept hearing this voice. "You're gonna stop drinking and you will be going to church!" What? What the heck is this? (Well it was other words I had to tone it down. I don't talk that way anymore. lol) Anyway I told my wife. She said, "Don't even say that. You're never gonna stop drinking. I know you, it won't last even a week."

To make a long story short , a guy invited me to church. I accepted and took my wife and kids. The pastor was talking right into our lives. My wife went up to pray as I stood there in tears. Then the guy who brought us came up and prayed with us. We accepted Christ into our lives that night! We loved it.

Then about 3 days later, We went again to this revival. A guy called people up to stop smoking. "Yeah lets see if this works." I said. Then the guy stopped and looked dead at me. He said, " You! " I looked behind me, beside me. There was nobody there. lol He looked at me again, and said "No You!, God told me that if you don't quit that alcohol, that your gonna kill yourself! You know that don't you?" I said "yeah" with a smile on my face. Knowing how my father died from drinking himself to death. (Literally!)