What a Long, Strange Trip It Has Been (3/3)
Although Sunday mornings were no longer an issue for Susan and me, there was a peace and a contentment I was missing.
It all came clear about three years after attending church at Wintonbury. Susan and I were also ten years into our marriage. God was working through Rich’s Bible teaching, friendships with people like Mike and Vicky, and the study at Rich’s house. It all clicked one fall morning when Scott and I were playing golf.
He shared some things with me that I’ll never forget. He had argument with his wife the night before and the way they quickly resolved it along with the peace he had that morning had me convinced that I needed what he had. I wanted and needed that same peace. It became clear.
It was Jesus. That same Jesus that I was mad at ten years earlier, that guy who stole my wife, was there the entire time. I just didn’t see him. Even though I didn’t want see him to then, he never left, even when I was mad at him. He waited for me, waited until I finally understood and when my eyes were opened.
It took me another two months to tell anyone. I needed to make sure. I needed to get over my own pride and finally say, “Jesus, I can’t do this without you. I don’t even want to try anymore. Living for myself isn’t working, I want to live for you.”
So like Saul, I came around. It was not as quick as on the road to Damascus. Fortunately, I did not have to be stricken blind like Paul, but I did need my eyes opened. I was welcomed into that faith community at Wintonbury. I was taught, discipled, trained, and loved. I was also able let go when I felt God calling me to something different. And that road led me to serve Him, first in my home and now in full time ministry.
Has it been a long, strange trip? Or might it be amazing grace?