It was a Saturday night. My dad and I sat in a church parking lot, waiting for my older sisters to return from a youth event. He asked a question. “So, Robby—how are you doing with God?” My nine-year-old mind didn’t elicit a robust response. “Good,” I stated. Dad’s question was heavy on me. I didn’t sleep well that night. Today, I know that God’s Spirit was wooing me to Himself.
The family and I attended worship the following morning without Dad, as he was teaching at another church. At the end of the pastor’s message, he asked, “How are you doing with God?”
I heard that question before.
There, in that worship center in El Paso, Texas, is where I said “yes” to Jesus Christ. I clearly understood that God loved me, and regardless of my sins, I could begin a friendship with him.
Saying “yes” to Jesus was the beginning of my “resurrection story,” which continues to unfold each day. No one has “arrived,” and God allows us to experience Romans 5:6-8 in a myriad of ways when we pause, contemplate, and consider.