Praise Jesus! I am reborn!
Last night I simply could not sleep. I lay awake for hours, tossing and turning. My life of the recent past – lived mostly in rebellion against God and his bride, the Church of Jesus Christ – haunted me. Something serious had been amiss in my life for a long time. The raw wounds where I was torn from the body of Christ ached with emotive fervour.
When exactly it happened I can not say with certitude. But in the small hours of the night, when it is darkest still and man’s dependence on God is clearer than the noonday sun, I found myself on my knees beside the bed, weeping in astonishment of God’s loving kindness in drawing a wretch like me to His everlasting bosom in love unbridled.
I knew with absolute certainty – a certainty that I have never before experienced; never thought possible in the logical positivist post modern cesspool of my rotten thoughts and deeds – that Jesus was the answer indeed. The question somewhat eluded me at the time, but it was, for once, a time of answers, not of questions.
I wrestled with my God, like Jacob of old. He tossed with me and turned, yet on my knees I was taller then ever a mother’s son stood in battle.
In that moment before daybreak, God finally revealed his Almighty glory to me. I was born of God’s spirit anew. Troubles and concerns fell aside like dewdrops of a duck. I was a new man.
I am a new man.
May God Almighty grant you a blessed April Fool’s Day.