My Reasons Why I'm A Christian

   When I was a boy, I had reasons for falling in love with the truth, and ever since that event, the truth has been my best companion, up until I met the God of truth. Bold as a lion, my life's flow was interrupted, when God rained on my parade, and a full surrender had to be made without notice. After finding out God's way was easier, and fits me better by far then any other way the world can tempt, I have become settled in a me, that knows no failure in God.
     After being picked up by the police, and taken to a home for children, the care taker in me for my siblings, became an over drive full throttle move. My sister, came to me asking what she would say when the other kids ask why she was in a home for children. I told her leave it to me, I got this. Sure enough the kids came to me with questions concerning the reasons for my being there with them. As a kid, I knew that children and the knowledge were dangerous, and the more they knew about you the dangerous they could become. But a strange thing happen when right there as a boy, I felt that telling the truth would be more unbelievable then if I told a lie, and remembering what I said would be easier every time I needed to tell it. So I told key boys my story in all its gory details with such a straight face, that not only did they not believe me, they left off asking, for every time i did, I was always able to pick up the story from where I left off, and my ability to lie became legendary.
      This boldness, became so much so, that as I grew up, telling the truth was my secreted weapon. So the more wild things I did, the more unbelievable my story became. It seemed to go hand in hand with who I was becoming. Whether, sleeping with women three times my age as a child, or leaving school just to have a sexual encounter fulfilled, or jumping in some girl's parents bed to do what she had been begging me to do too long to let slide. Sleeping in trucks, to get an advantage on a job, selling papers by crying out loud asking who wanted to buy one in a place where it was unheard of and strange. It made sense to me so I did it, and who would believe it if I told them. I played my music loud and I lived rough and in my world, only my family were wilder then me, but not as street gifted.
       God interrupted my flow, when He paid me a visit in a smoky room of weed smoke. I knew it was God when He ask what was I going to do, smoke my life away. Had it been the devil, I knew enough religion to know he would have given me another joint. So I said to the Lord No! And in that silence, I made up my mind that would be my last joint. Without to due, my friends filed in the room one by one, and one by one I told them my smoking days were over. No one questioned me why, for my wildness was so legendary, asking why would be more a challenge they could muster for the ride on the answer. They told me that our friend Rat, also decided not to smoke any more a few days before, and I felt good I had someone else to hang out with who like me wanted to stop smoking. Plus I wanted to see if Rat had the same experience I had in his reasons to quit.
     The next day on the job, I decided to go on my lunch hour to see Ratz, and ask him about the news, and listen to Poblo Moses and his reggae mix. When God broke in on me again, and told me not to go to town and see Rat. This was a bit much for me, and as bold as I had become up to then, I told God His request was a bit much, and left and went town any way. I voiced under my breath, the nerve of God, telling me not to go to town, ok ok I get the not smoking part, but not to go town, I had to put my foot down and say enough, I dont know Him like that. When I got to town, and knocked on Ratz' door, there was no answer, and I felt God looking on as if to say I told you. But I said to God under my breath, so...but telling me not to come cause he was not home was a bit much for me, I had to see for myself. No sooner were these thoughts flashing through my mind, when a few next door neighbors of Rat were looking on and to make a long story shorter, they invited me to a PCP party to which I was not aware. Thinking they were only smoking weed, I drew done on a joint they handed me, and because the amount of time and the length of the weed stick when it reached me, was a bit more then my patients could endure, so I bid them farewell and left. It was only as I was leaving that the draw taking was more high then up to then I had ever experience. I was losing it, and losing it fast. Before I could get back to the job, I had the devil whispering I failed God and if I played a game of not look back I could win my salvation back etc etc. Of course I lost, and as I was sitting on  the wall behind my work place just as high as the clouds themselves, what looked like the Father, Son and Holy Ghost were coming across the ocean to put an end to all things. Something told me to jump off that wall and run, another voice said no, you went when God told you no, so take it like a man and accept your fate. The truth I knew, and was use to, so right there I bowed my head and allow to happen what would. But just then, a strange thing happened. spirits in the form of bats, started entering my mind like a take over, so much so it frightened me. Something weird was happening and I want to pray to Jesus for a second opinion. When I did, what ever was entering my mind was broke when I mentioned the name Jesus. So with that I began to chant Jah Rasta Fari...well them demons knew Jesus, but Jah Rasta Fari...they looked at one another and came back with ten times more fury. Boy, I doubled back on Jesus, and stayed on that song till I knew i was safe. I went in to my boss who I knew was a bible man and asked him if it was the end of the world. He told me no! and then proceeded to pull out the bible, but I told him No was enough.
    Surrender came fast and without notice, as I realized that not only did God save me from the event that were sure to destroy me, He did so because I called out for Him and He did not hold it against me. The truth was in my face and I knew what the truth looked like, I had made it my study up to then. So right there, in my office, I surrendered my life to God and asked Him to be my guide and gave Him what was left of my life, and from that time till now, the only other thing or person I love more then truth, is this God of Truth I have come to love and worship.
     God's way is much easier then any other way I have known. As I think back on my young life, I should not be here, so to get divorce even two times, is not bad when I consider the goodness of God to me. Church folk talking about me, and mistakes made along the way, are all apart of being human and under the watch care of a loving God such as the One I am following. God only ask that I share what He shares with me, now how cool is that.
     Who i am fits me more so now then at any time in my past. I love the truth more now then before, and find it more offensive and more unbelievable as a christian, then when I was living without God in the world. I have seen God answer prayers, I go to church with little to nothing and with a smile folk out right think I am a gangsta under cover. People love to watch me, and I love watching them watch me, it is awesome to see just how wonderful God is in my life, and I know even more so above all in my small world, that I can not live without God, for to do so would be to give up the truth, and since there is no way I can live with a lie, living with God just fits who I am.
      I have learned that there is no failure in God. He is way to awesome for that. No, we all make mistakes, and yes we hurt, boy! can I testify to the hurt. But here is the thing, God causes all things to work together for our God, to those who are the called according to  God's own purpose, and this is something I can live with.