cjange, I was seventeen years old when I died. That was thirty-two years ago, and I’ve never regretted the decision to end my life…my OLD life. I’m talking about the day in January of 1981 that I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
Not only did I die on that day, but I was also born-again at the same time. I traded death for life, darkness for light, despair for hope, condemnation for forgiveness, deserved wrath for undeserved love. And I’ve tried to communicate that ever since. Treasure in an earthen vessel. A song says, “I sing because I’m happy; I sing because I’m free…” Well, I write Christian Fiction because I’m saved, and, like the Heavenly Father Who saved me, I’m not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance.
Life, Light, Hope…these are key ingredients in the stories that I write, because they are essential parts of my life. As a Christian, I have a message. The format used to relay that message may range from sermons to stories to one-on-one evangelism, but the message is not mine to change.
When I sit to write, I pray that God will use what I’m writing to change lives. I may not ever know how or to whom it happens, but the possibility is exciting. To know that God may use what I write to revive someone’s spirit or convict someone’s soul is a serous matter indeed.
Can you remember a way that a specific book you’ve read changed your life? What way did it impact you? Did the message in the book give you courage or conviction?
Share your comments on what stories touched you and how. I’m looking forward to celebrating the power of story with you. Just hit the comment button and share. Thanks.