My late contribution to 5 minute Friday. The word this week is vivid.
The task: Write for 5 minutes — no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
Most days of my life pass with little recollection, my memories of those days are dull. However, there is a day — a Wednesday in August 1988 — which is vividly etched in my memory. It was a wet, grey August and I was not particularly happy. I’d been in this city for a year. My search for meaning in life was going round in circles and the ache to have purpose grew stronger.
A friend of mine was a fiery new Pentecostal Christian. I liked her despite her attempts to convert me. In my arrogance I thought I knew better than her misplaced trust in Jesus and a God who did not exist. Or so I thought…
At one point in my arguing with her she mentioned that if I was ever to read the Bible I should start with the Gospel of John. For some now unrecalled reason I decided to do this.
I found a Bible in the public library — a Good News Bible with a bright yellow cover — and began reading John’s Gospel.
By the time I reached chapter 7 I was puzzled why the Jews could not see that Jesus is God. By chapter 21 the command from Jesus, “Follow me” was vividly targeted at me (John 21:19). I knew that life had changed for me. All I had been painting on the canvas of my life was now irrelevant, God was giving me eternal life. The dull background was about to be painted in vivid new colours.
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