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Testimonies from people in Liberty

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Chris Evans

Today:June 22nd, 2006

Once upon a time:

  When I was a little boy, about 11 years old, a revivalist (I think his name was Bill Wheatley)  came to the church where my father was the pastor. Yep, that's right, I was a preacher's kid and most of the really bad things that people said about me were either true or were soon gonna be true. Bill Wheatley was a fire and brimstone preacher, or at least it seemed like it to me at the time. At the end of his sermon he gave an invitation to come forward and accept Jesus into your heart as Lord and savior. In those days the preacher that was givin the invitation usually said somethin like, "while every head is bowed and every eye is closed", well as usual I  missed that part and I was peekin. There was one little girl cryin as she walked down the isle towards the front of the church. That one little girl just happened to be the object of my affections, but unfortunately, she didn't even know that I existed. Now I know that I was supposed to be thinkin about Jesus when I was walkin down that isle, but what I was really thinkin was that she would have to take me seriously if I went forward and accepted Jesus at the same time she did. The bad news is that she still didn't take me seriously. The good news however is that Jesus did take me seriously. Even though I didn't find Jesus that day, he found me, and 16 years later when I was tired, hungry, homeless and I had seemingly nothing left to lose, Jesus rescued me.  

  After yet another 20 years of looking for Jesus in all of the obvious places like churches, accountability groups, unhealthy relationships and failed marriages, I finally found him (December, 2005) in a furniture store in Liberty, Missouri. Of all the places a fella might think of to look for a savior who just happened to be a carpenter's son, a furniture store in Liberty, Missouri was obviously not my first choice. To say I found him is to say the least. To say that I got filled up, runnin over and gushin out with Jesus is "the rest of the story". Now maybe there were some folks in those obvious places where I looked that really did have a whole bunch of Jesus and maybe they just plum forgot to share some of their Jesus with me or maybe I just wasn't payin attention when they tried to share their Jesus with me, but when I walked into this little furniture store in Liberty, Missouri, I knew that there was no way I was gonna walk out without gettin a whole lot of Jesus all over me. Well, by this time I was startin to hear Jesus a little bit better and he told me to stop prayin the warm fuzzy prayers and start prayin some serious prayers for a change. At that point I felt a little bit like the apostle Peter, so I said, don't just wash my feet Lord, if you're gonna wash me at all, then please just give me a bath and wash me all over and if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could ya please wash me on the inside real good. Well, I found out real quick that ya better not ask stuff like that within hearin distance of Jesus if ya don't mean it, cause Jesus takes that kind of stuff real serious. I was also naive enough to tell Jesus that I know the Bible says that it's a good thing to fear God, but I really don't think that I fear Him at all and so could ya please teach me to fear God real good? Well, needless to say, that's another one of those prayers that ya better not pray if ya ain't serious about it, cause Jesus is gonna get serious about that prayer real quick. By the way, if there is anybody out there that doesn't believe what I'm sayin, well, I double dog dare you to pray this kind of stuff to Jesus and if He don't take ya real serious and clean ya out real good, then you can send me an email and tell me what a liar I am and I won't take any offense by it ( freedom17425@netzero.net ).

  Well, here I am, 6 months and a whole bunch of Jesus later. Six months ago I just knew that there had to be more. Six days ago I just knew I was full of Jesus and I had gone as far as I could go. Six hours ago I just knew what a wretched man I was. Imagine what I might know tomorrow.

May God bless you all with a great big cup full of Jesus, good measure, pressed down, shakin together and runnin over.

P.S.  Maybe you'd like to hear about the macaroni salad and the unbearable toothache that lasted for 3 1/2 hours in the middle of the night, or maybe ya just need somebody that's not afraid to pray the serious prayers on your behalf. Either way, I've got a whole bunch of Jesus livin in me and I'd be happy to share him with you.

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