“This won’t last. You’ll get over it. It’s just a phase,” said my roommate Bill when I told him I decided to follow Jesus. That was 41 years ago today, August 20, 1972, and I’m still waiting for it to wear off. It hasn’t. I guess it’s because it’s not an “it,” it’s a “him.” He hasn’t decided to go away and fortunately I haven’t asked him to.
When we were leaving the church meeting where I went to the altar and gave my heart to Jesus, I said to my girlfriend, “I don’t think anyone will have to tell me how to do this. I can feel him inside, and I think he’s going to show me his way.” I had no idea of how much he would do just that. It’s an inside job he does, and he does it well. He’s been nothing but good to me for all these years. Continue reading