A couple nights ago, I went to a bar with a friend of mine with the intent of getting drunk - not so much that I was out of control, just enough to feel really good. I know that this is sinning, but was trying to ignore my conscience and just let go of all the stresses of this week by having a good time.
When I went to sit down and take off my jacket in the bar, the cross necklace I had on had somehow come loose, which is odd because I wear it everyday and its never done that before. I put it in my purse anyways, because I was embarrassed of representing Christ in the smallest way while being at the bar.
Everyone who I was hanging out with were tanked and acting really badly, and so I got a little tired of it all and walked home (about a half-hours walk). I had drank, but wasn't drunk at all. Along the walk home, I saw a house and it had a HUGE sign across the front of it, all lit up with christmas lights. It said:
***I asked Jesus how much he loved me, and he said "this much" - and he stretched out his arms and died.***
I just sort of stood there in the snow, staring at the sign. It hit me hard that in no way do I have an excuse to use what Jesus did for me and just say to myself, "mah. Jesus' blood will cover my sins, so why not get drunk?" I cannot *turn off*, or ignore, all Christ has done for me.
Well anyways, I thought it was amazing that God's influence came at a time when I tried to ignore it. WOO HOO!!
When I went to sit down and take off my jacket in the bar, the cross necklace I had on had somehow come loose, which is odd because I wear it everyday and its never done that before. I put it in my purse anyways, because I was embarrassed of representing Christ in the smallest way while being at the bar.
Everyone who I was hanging out with were tanked and acting really badly, and so I got a little tired of it all and walked home (about a half-hours walk). I had drank, but wasn't drunk at all. Along the walk home, I saw a house and it had a HUGE sign across the front of it, all lit up with christmas lights. It said:
***I asked Jesus how much he loved me, and he said "this much" - and he stretched out his arms and died.***
I just sort of stood there in the snow, staring at the sign. It hit me hard that in no way do I have an excuse to use what Jesus did for me and just say to myself, "mah. Jesus' blood will cover my sins, so why not get drunk?" I cannot *turn off*, or ignore, all Christ has done for me.
Well anyways, I thought it was amazing that God's influence came at a time when I tried to ignore it. WOO HOO!!
