by Roger S Nelson
It was on February 25, 1961, a Saturday, a cold Saturday and I was ice
fishing on a lake in Springfield Township in Oakland County where I lived when I
was 13. A man whom I had never met before happened to be in the shanty.
I think his name was Walter Graves, and he told me how the Lord saved him from
alcohol. I had no experience with drugs or alcohol, so I had no way of
knowing this guy was probably drinking all the time he was telling me - I
believed him. He also told me how God loved me and sent his son, Jesus, to
die for my sins, and all I had to do was ask Jesus to save me and he would.
So I did, and I really meant it. Did I understand what
I was doing? Only a little, but it was enough. An adult would have had
many questions and maybe would not have done it, but Jesus said a person must
become as a little child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. I remember the
tears and the joy and it was a real experience. I went to the
Andersonville Community Church the next morning and confessed acceptance of
Christ before the congregation.
That was over 40 years ago, and I can honestly say that I have not regretted that decision, I have been a happier person because of it. There are still questions at times, I don't think anyone this side of eternity will get them all answered, but my faith has grown and I have been blessed. I still have problems, I have not grown rich, I still make mistakes and sometimes do wrong. I will still die someday, but I have peace and joy, and I know my sins are forgiven and that someday I will enter into Heaven. Death holds no fear over me. I live life unafraid and if I were to die today, I am ready. God is good.