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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

My First Encounter With God

When I was growing up I had several friends. One friend in particular comes to mind when I think about my relationship with God. I wasn't especially close to him, but we did do things together occasionally. We attended the same school from kindergarten through much of high school, but that entire time I don't think I ever stepped foot inside of his house.

One major event stands out in my mind that will always be a part of my life. In about the third grade he invited me to Sunday School at Mt Tabor Presbyterian Church. It was early on a warm summer morning and I remember walking to Sunday School on my own and meeting him there. His mother was the teacher and I was so excited to be a part of something big. What I'm talking about here is my first time realizing that I am going to meet God, and at a Church that has been around for over 100 years. To an eight year old, this was good stuff. This was important. I was being called to bigger things... and I felt it.

The winding flight of stairs ended in a large hall. We entered the classroom and I remember seeing all the other kids. I didn't know any of them. I had lived in the neighborhood for most of my life, (all seven or eight years by this point) and I didn't recognize a single kid in my neighborhood church.

I don't recall much from that Sunday other that this. God met me there. I know now that He formed me in my mother's womb and created me before the beginning of time, but to me right then... He finally met me. I never went to Sunday School with my friend again. Or if I did I really don't recall it. But I knew God and He knew me. And that was enough for now.

Do you have a story of meeting God you would like to share. Feel free to leave it in a comment.

I would love to hear it.

Blessings,
Keith

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My first encounter with God was on a fishing trip (1962) with my Dad and a friend. Me: female, 5-years-old, wanted to "be all that and more." Prayed fervently to catch three fish? Why three? Don't really know, except that to a five-year-old it proves you're worthy to your Dad? I prayed HARD.

Three fish caught (woo hoo), on a stringer off the end of the rented boat along with theirs. Pulled anchor to go to another part of the lake. "Unhook the stringer!," my Dad yelled over the outboard motor. I promptly did, lost hold, and down went my trout plus theirs to the bottom of the lake.

My Dad and his friend said, "that's okay," but to this day I remember that moment as a "be careful what you pray for, you just might get it. Love, God." Wanted to show off...He took care of that. LOL

Joanie

weapherblogs said...

That's a great story. Thanks for sharing it.

Keith