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David Robinson With another word of faith.
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The Learning curve Part 3
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What are those two truths you say? Simple really. One I was a great sinner. And two, that Jesus Christ was and is a great Savior. I suppose all my life I'd realized I was a sinner. I knew that many times I'd stuffed up and that I needed to change. But it's one thing knowing that you're a sinner, it's another knowing what to do about it, isn't it? Church reminded me that I was a sinner, that my lifestyle even condemned me, so I really didn't have to have it written in bright lights. I had a lot going for me. I reasoned often, I never killed anyone, I never knowing me hurt anybody. I only ever stole sweet from Wellworth like everyone else during the school dinner break, but that was enough to make me feel guilty. Church taught me that sure I was a sinner, but not so bad that God would swipe me and send me to hell. Balance is the thing. Do enough good and balance out the bad. The biggest problem was I was never sure when God and I were even. I didn't want to sin, but it seemed like I was born to be a real, real good sinner. I didn't need anyone to write it down or point it out to me. All I needed was someone to tell me how to get out of the mess that I found myself in. Everyone who was religious made it so hard with their don't do this and don't do that. And I ended up giving up trying to be good. I learned that it was taken me a lifetime to become the person I really wanted to be. So what hope then? I believe in the hardest of hearts there is a desire to do good, to be the person that God wants you to be, someone God could be proud of. But how do you achieve it? It was when I was in one of my given up moments that the answer came, and I discovered the greatest truth the world can ever find. I didn't find it by going to church services or by doing good things for poor people. I didn't find the answer in being good, but rather in facing the fact that not only was I a sinner, but that I was a lost one as well. It was only when I realized that I couldn't make it on my own that I found a friend who knew the way out of this particular pig pen, and home. The Big Brick speaks of a person just like I was, only it gave him the name of the prodigal son. Odds are you and I are alike. We seek answers by going to church and chapel services, and yet the answer is more often fired at a pig pen than behind stained glass windows. You see, it's only when we're at the end of our tether, when we've lost everything we held dear, things that were vital to living that we realize we're up to our neck in the muck and the mire of sin. Sometimes we live so long with sin that we don't even realize just how big a mess we're in. It's only when we fall in the muck, and it sticks to us that the stench becomes so overpowering.
