I have been on a prayer retreat during which we were asked to look back over our lives and spot the patterns of how God talks to us and what He uses to get our attention. One thing I noticed was how many times I had come into contact with the gospel during my life before I met Christ in August 1973. There was one girl friend who was a Christian and who had tried to influence me for the sake of the gospel. But like other times I spurned her input. When it finally happened for me in August 1973 it was like the truth was there buried all the time even though I had no input or teaching on these truths of God at all. I then noticed that I had avoided or rejected any hint of the possibility that the answer to life’s questions might be found in Christ. I wanted none of that. But it didn’t change the truth. Truth was still the truth. The choice was mine as to what I do with it. Just as the response to the Truth is your responsiblity too Dear Reader.
