Let me begin by apologizing if I came across as cramming my relationship with Jesus down any ones's throat. My heart was once black and cold as ice, I cared for no one but myself. That changed on April 11, 1991. Every since then I have a supernatural love for people and I am compelled to give them a reason for my hope, 1 Peter 3:15 "but in your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect." Granted no one has asked why I see things so much differently than others, I have a longing to see my friends share the same outlook on life as I do. I pray daily for my friends on this site, Facebook and the circle of people I hang around. May I ask this question to you folks reading this? Do you have peace? I mean do you lay your head on the pillow and fall fast asleep? Do the world events, politics, the economy, your work environment saturate your mind? Do you make folks miserable when they are around you? Have your old friends quit answering the phone? This is my last reply on this subject, I cannot be forced to lose my joy and happiness, and it appears that I cannot coerce anyone into living a life that is full of joy and not shaken by the worldly influences around us, that is not my job. My prayer is that it is not too late for some of my friends,Romans 1:28
"And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done" and verse 18 " For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth." These verses tell us that God will beg anyone, and there is a time limit meaning that He will give up and that person turns cold and has no chance of avoiding the horrific events that is promised to those who reject Him. But I have done what I am called to do and that is all I can do. I have friends that I graduated with whom I try to share the gospel with, who knew me when I was living like h#@$, drinking, chasing women, and living for the devil, but they turn a deaf ear. They have such a negative attitude on everything, never have I heard a positive comment from their lips. Their seek hope in the bottom of a beer can, trying to numb the pain. It saddens me to no end. But anywho, once again I'm sorry if I came across to strong, but it's only because I care, truly care.