In this essay I was asked to write a wonderful time in my life. What a subject I would love to talk about! The good thing about this is I get to talk about something I can relate to very well. The bad part about this is deciding on something specific. I can recall many wonderful times in my life, like that one time I experienced that perfect steak. But I think I will use this time to share THE most important and joyfull time I have ever had. Keep in mind though, this is a class that encourages free speech.
Most will probably respond with “I went to Disneyland once...” or “I dropped my books and this cute boy helped me...” or unfortunately “There was this hot chick at this party once…”. Hopefully you can relate to my experience to some extent.
The most joyfull, important, and unregretable experience in my life would be that single moment in time I unloaded the biggest weight on my shoulders to a God that can, will, and does single handedly, conquer everything and anything. The time I surrendered my entire mind, body, and soul over to a man that gave His very life so that I could gain mine. I can’t say there has been a moment since that I have, even for a split second, regretted this decision.
I remember it was a warm summer night spent with my crazy cousin. The cousin who I am very glad I don’t have to spend time with. The same cousin who thought it was a good idea to unload a paintball gun on me without a mask on. The very cousin who thinks a good time is the time spent not being able to think straight. Anyways, we were on our way to someplace when he asked me if I wanted to the “blue garage”. I was like “Sure, whatever.”. When I arrived what I saw where a bunch of kids playing foosball, running around, chilling on couches with loud, foreign music being played. After being there a short bald guy by the name of Louis Kosoulise, asked us all to come sit down. We did so and he started talking about God. The God I never had even thought of, never heard of, never experienced. The god I was familiar with was a god I had put together from a compilation of different churches my mom had taken me to with different religions. An angry-kid-with-a-magnifying-glass god was what I had gathered, not like I had really dived into any deep theological thought about the way God worked in the universe at the age of 13 anyways. After he had done his best to describe the magnificent love this God had for us and what He had done for us, Louis asked us if we wanted to hand our lives over this God. Considering my circumstances I made the jump.
Oh, and was it was good.
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