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True Life Stories
"I Don't Believe in Jesus"
by:Joseph Steinberg, as told to Amber Penney
My parents couldn't have picked a worse time to move, I thought. It's summer; and I don't know anyone in the neighborhood.
I could see some guys playing basketball a few houses up. The thought of introducing myself made me cringe, but I realized I'd have to make the first move. They aren't going to come to you.
“… I saw also The LORD sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and HIS train filled the temple,” Isaiah 6:1b.
We are sometimes astounded by what appears before our eyes. Unbelievable would be the word for what Isaiah testifies as seeing. If we were to view this as reality, it would be hard for us to comprehend. Reading this passage brings visions from my imagination as to what I would see, if I were in his position.
Continuing on in the text, not only do I see the Holiness of God but my own sinfulness. How can a holy God even consider coming into my presence, much less speak to me later? That’s His problem, not mine. Then an amazing thing happens. God uses one of His servants to purge my lips and take away mine iniquity. He takes care of my sin problem and then approaches the sin problem of my world. “Whom shall I send and who will go for us?” is the question. God needs people of our world to reach into it and spread The WORD about its condition, before Him. Our world has rejected Him and is on their way to becoming fuel for the “lake of fire”. Isaiah then gives his response to the question., “Here am I, send me.”
Do you have a response to the question?Prayer:Heavenly Father, Thou hast challenged me with a wonderful message that I needed before You revealed that my world needs it too. Thank You for giving me the opportunity to proclaim it as far as I can reach. In Jesus’ Dear Name. AMEN!!
Weekly Devotion
Sent!
By:Marshall A. Dyer, Ph. D.
"Hey!" My thoughts were interrupted by a guy at the house two doors up. I hadn't noticed him sitting on the back steps. He started walking toward me, and we met in the middle.
"My name's Mark.", "I'm Joseph." The next thing I knew, Mark was telling me about how he used to be into drugs and get into trouble a lot, but then he heard about Jesus, about how he died on the cross to save us from sin, how he came back to life, and how anyone who believes in him will live forever.
"That's what I believe," he said. "What do you believe?" "Well," I said, "I'm Jewish. I don't believe in Jesus.""I asked you what you believe in, not what you don't believe in," he said.
