|Fourth of July, Monroe|
Why not? If there is a God, conversion to Him should be simple. And, seemingly mundane events can have profound spiritual significance. Usually, this is how things work in the kingdom of God.
I was four years old. It was the Fourth of July. My parents had bought some fireworks to shoot off. But my neighbors, who lived a few houses away, were wealthier than my family. They invited me to come that night to their fireworks. I went. My mom and dad and little brother Mike, who is three years younger than I, stayed home and shot off my family's meagre celebration.
When I returned home they were in the yard, and the show was over. They were not angry with me. But I have never forgotten this tiny, seemingly insignificant scene. It is with me right now. When Christ rescued me, at age 21, this came back to me. I remembered it and felt sad. I had abandoned my own family for something bigger. I did not feel condemned by this, and I doubt that it meant much to my parents and Mike. But through it God told me, "Never abandon your loved ones."
I won't, God, just as you have never abandoned or forsaken me.