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It's Never Too Late
My journey has been long, yet short in finding Jesus. I was born into the Catholic faith and attended Catholic grammar and high school. By the time I was done with high school, I decided that I was done with religion. So for twenty-six years I lived my life the way I wanted to live it. My life was good. I was successful in my career, had fun times out with the boys doing what I wanted, when I wanted. I even met my beautiful wife and got married during those years. I thought I had it all; great wife, nice house, and money to play with. I thought I knew it all, and I thought I was in total control of my life.
Fast-forward eleven years. My wife Patti and I decided to adopt a child, and 2 years later we adopted a second. We were happy, and I continued to live life believing that all of this was here because I worked for it and earned it. Then one day my wife tells me that it's time for us to find a church and give the boys some religious foundation. “Whoa! That’s great, but that’s going to be your job,” I responded. “I don't even know what I believe in anymore.” So off she went to explore several churches (all different denominations), eventually choosing a local Presbyterian church, and began attending every Sunday with our boys while I stayed home and did my thing (which was often hanging out and watching sports).
Then one Sunday, it happened. My then 4-year-old son asked me,
"Daddy, why don't you go to church with us?"
"I have so much to do around the house. I’m very busy here. Why, do you want me to go?" I asked.
"Yes!" he said.
"When?"
"Now!" he said.
If you’re a parent, you know when your kids ask in their own innocent way there is no answer but “yes.” So, I got ready and off we went. Little did I know at the time that the Lord was speaking to me through my son. I know that now because the moment I walked into that church I felt like I was home. It was a warm and peaceful feeling, like sitting in the family room in your comfortable clothes, fire burning, hanging with the family. I knew it wasn't too late to come to God.
That was seven years ago. Over those years, I have seen and felt the Lord working in my life time and time again. I am doing things now that my past life would have laughed at. I am trying my best to serve the Lord the way He is asking me to. One thing I had to accept was the fact that I was not the one in control. The only One who is in control is God. Once we all realize that, our lives change. We can then listen with an open mind and heart to what God is calling us and asking us to do. I try and listen inside of myself to hear what God is saying to me. As the Psalmist says, “My soul waits in silence for God only.” (Psalm 62:1) I have never heard an audible voice. It's more like a sensing of what God is saying about my situation(s) and what I should be doing. It’s a conviction of my heart.
To sum it up, maybe there's someone in your family acting the way I did and who believes that he or she is the one in control. So I challenge you to get that person in your family back to church. The church won’t have all the answers but it’s a place where you can reconnect with God and meet fellow believers and seekers who can help you grow in your faith. I challenge you to pay attention the next time God reminds you that He is the One in control. And lastly, take time to sit and listen. He will speak to you, but be prepared because sometimes it may be through your children or someone close to you or even a stranger.
It's a beautiful world out there that God has created for us. Follow His Word and believe that He knows what is best for His children. No matter how badly we’ve turned our backs on God, He is a God whose love for us is deeper than anything we can express or feel. He will take us back if we run back to Him.
It's never too late… 