THE DAY I ALMOST DIDNT MEET JESUS

I almost didn't meet Jesus. Let me tell you why.

I remember the day when my younger brother, Jesse would be sitting on the counter talking with my mom. Telling her that he's ready to accept Jesus. She told him he isn't ready because he's too young but he insisted that he is ready so they both prayed. He was 5 when he accepted Jesus. My mom thought I would be ready to accept Jesus because I was older then Jesse to understand about Jesus. So she led me to their bedroom at first I thought I was in trouble cause that's where I usually go if I'm in trouble but she said no she just want to talk to me about Jesus. She told me about Jesus which I've heard so many times, but never understood. So I pretended to accept Jesus, but never really did.

Growing up in a Christian home is great. But being a non-believer of Christ can make it difficult life for someone who doesn't really understand who Jesus and God the Father is. Even with going to church and hearing about Jesus I still didn't understand. Reading bible story and praying every night, I still didn't understand. I hated it because I didn't understand this truth that is surrounding me everywhere I go. Hated going to church; didn't understand the story, hated praying because I didn't understand this Being I'm talking to. 

Now let's fast forward to 3 years later, I was 10 years old, my family and I went on family vacation to visit both my grandparents one in NY and other in SD. Last trip is to my dad's parents in SD before heading home. What I saw of my grandpa, he didn't look good, I signs to my mom and asked her why is he sick? She signed to me that he got something that he doesn't get better from. I was really upset because I loves my grandpa, I didn't want him to be sick. My dad's parents raised horses, so whenever chance I got, I'd go and see them. While walking out to the field to meet them, I started to think about my grandpa, feeling angry and crying not understanding why he is so sick that he can't be better. Last day with them as we drove away I looked behind me seeing that my grandma was taking my grandpa to the hospital, that's the last I saw of him.

On August 25, 1992; We got home late that night then we got the phone call from my grandma that grandpa had died. I started to cry again. I signed to my mom and asked her, "Will I see him again?" She said, "Yes, in Heaven." I asked her, "How?" Finally for the first time I understood the truth about Jesus and why He came to this earth as she share with me the story that I heard so many times before; then she and I prayed together, after I prayed. I felt immediate joy and peace. I was not afraid. I would be singing anything about Jesus.

I no longer hated going to church, I wanted to learn as much as I can about Jesus and our Father. I would ask my mom many questions that even led her to study the Bible to give me answers to my questions. I love praying because I now know who this Being is and who has become my Father that I can talk to at anytime and about anything.

So the reason I put that title in, I almost didn't meet Jesus is, if my grandpa hadn't died from cancer, it would not inspired my question to my mom about Jesus. I would not have met Jesus just when I needed Him. True, God may try another way for me to meet Him but if it hadn't happened then there wouldn't be 2 rejoicing in Heaven. Because as Jesus spoke in His parables Heaven rejoices when one is found and another has come home.