God’s Reach

Some people believe that Halloween is an evil holiday; I don’t know how much of that is true, but I do know that God can work through his people and save those who need saving, no matter the day. I know this because he saved me, again. In 2003, I was addicted to drugs; I was in a relationship that resulted in nothing but pain, and I had strayed away from my relationship with God. It was at that time, though, that I was invited to a Christian themed event at a Baptist church in Robertsdale, Alabama. I went, but I didn’t know the surprise that awaited inside. The event was a Christian version of a “haunted house”, and it was completely different than anything I had ever been to before.

As I walked in the doors, there were graves with loved ones crying over them, hospital rooms with the dead or dying…some alone, some had family with them. The scene was set to remind all who entered of their mortality. As I continued down the path, I entered a room, completely dark, the only light coming from a small lamp on a pulpit in the far corner. I could just barely see the faces of the others around me, when a robed figure approached the pulpit. Lying on the pulpit in front of him was a thick book, opened about midways. As I stood, waiting for what was to come next, I noticed there were two exits to the room; a darkened exit, from which I could hear anguished sounds of pain and suffering, and the other lined with gold curtains and a welcoming glow. In that moment, I knew that the scene was setup to be the gate to heaven, the gate to hell, and the lambs book of life. Just about the time I absorbed what was in front of me, the figure at the pulpit called my name and one other.

I froze in fear; this was not the kind of fear one experiences when being asked to stand in front of a crowd; no, this was the deep, soul wrenching fear of knowing you have been wrong and are being called out for it. I broke down crying and couldn’t move. This was all just a skit, but in that moment; in my heart and soul, I knew that I was receiving a “come to Jesus meeting” from God himself. I was terrified to go up to that pulpit because I knew that in reality, I would not be able to say that my name would be in the Lambs Book of Life. That my friends, is far more terrifying than any costumed figure seen on Halloween.

I cannot tell you who was called next, or if anyone was; all I remember after that was all of us being escorted into the room with the welcoming light. They had done their best to design the room as Heaven, and the song, “I Can Only Imagine” was playing in the background. It was all so stunningly beautiful. It sounds a little cliché, but that song was perfect, considering we can only imagine what heaven will really look like.

I stayed a teary-eyed girl the rest of the night; not because anyone had hurt me, but because I knew I had been wrong; I knew that God was trying anyway he could to reach me and call me back to Him. God had used his church, and his people, on that day to save me from the direction I was going. God doesn’t care what day it is. He is everywhere; in everything. His love has no bounds; his reach cannot be stopped; his mercy is unfailing.

Don’t give up trying to save those who have fallen. If you find yourself in a room full of people that God is trying to reach, let him use you. Even if only one hears you, you have succeeded, and do not be disheartened if no one appears to have heard you, because you have planted a seed and that seed can grow.

“How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!” Romans 10:14-15


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