So very blessed by this testimony…..Thankyou Lord for your wondrous mercy and grace.
I wasn’t supposed to be there, I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t need to be there but, there I was.
I gave in to the relentless invitations of a relative, drug myself out of bed early on a Sunday, and found a pew in the back of the church where I could make a quick exit if I needed to.
Blah, blah, blah…the man behind the podium went on, delivering a sermon I couldn’t have cared less about.
“Finally it’s about to end” I thought when he said, “If anyone wants to feel the love of Christ, they need to come forward right now.”
“Love of Christ?” I mumbled under my breath.
“Hell no, I don’t need or want the love of anyone, let alone Christ.”
I was from the streets, the product of a broken home, and I was tough loner who didn’t need anyone. Love died…
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