But
then came that day in September 1972. It was Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. The highest of the holy
days in my Jewish faith. And the weight of my compounding sins pressed heavily
on me.
I
could not – I would not on this day play games any longer with God. But I didn’t
know what to say to the One from whom I had run for so many years. So I chose
the simple and direct approach:
“God,
forgive me for my past sins, and look with tolerance on my future sins.”
I
knew I was trapped in sin. I knew intuitively I’d never be free of it. I could
only plead with God for His mercy.
And
in His mercy, three months later, He showed me Jesus.
Only
those who’ve despaired, who’ve grieved over their sin can understand the
freedom, the joy, the wonder, the grace, the glory, the relief inherent in that
last clause.
I
hope you are such a one.
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