The Truth About God

This guy and God:

I’m originally from the DC area and moved to Atlanta in 2002. I’m 25 and I live my life totally for Jesus. I created this page because growing up church was never a topic talked much about. As a matter of fact it got a lot of negative remarks. I always thought people who lived for God were broke, passive and got walked all over, lame and boring, talked weird, and some of the fakest people I’ve ever seen! I think the meanest people I knew went to church! And some of the freakiest girls were pastor’s kids. So I never wanted to be a part of that group. I had money, I had fun for the most part, but I always did lack one really important thing in my life and that was love. But going by what I had heard and observed, it wasn’t in church!

Well, as of 2004 I found out that was all a lie. I mean, we do have those types of people in church, but please believe God is not hearing them. I have yet to really find a big group of people who just love God, and faithfully live for Him, but there are people out there, and those people are just like you would expect a godly person to be. They’re nice, giving, wealthy, healthy, and most importantly they’re loving because they have love.

So I hope this page teaches everyone that what they learned or thought they knew about church and it turned them off was wrong. Everything you could imagine is with God, and I’m going to show you all how to get it.

Now here’s how I came into the truth:

It was a Tuesday night in early September and I was leaving the weight room in my apartment complex. A lot was on my mind because of how things had been going for me the past two months.My whole life wasn`t easy, but summer of 04` was just too stressful. While I was leaving the weight room, I was saying to myself, “Man, I need to get back into church, and be serious about it.” I used to go to church before now, sometimes… pretty much only when girls asked me to. Then I would go. I went some my freshman year of college, but it was “Chapel”, not Church. It was like a motivational speech. You know, it would pick you up on Sunday, but by Wednesday its like, “Man i need to go back to church!” Because things were hard. The word was never brought forth. But while I was walking out, I heard some people having bible study in the clubhouse next door. When I walked by they were all yelling, “Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!” and i`m thinkin, “Why they keep saying that?” and I mocked them, “Come to Jesus!” Then I said to myself, “That`s what I NEED to do.”

About 20 to 30 seconds after that, I saw a black expedition ride past with Maryland tags, and I`m thinking to myself, “Man who is that? I ain`t never seen them before” and the truck stopped. A dude got out the truck and approached me, telling me how God had been speaking to him about me, and how he has seen me around before. He was then telling me about a business he was starting and how God told him I need to run it with him and have CEO status. And i`m sittin there thinkin to myself, “Man, this type of stuff don`t happen to people! This dude crazy!” And several times I wanted to cut him off and be about my way, but “SOMETHING” was stopping me from doing that. So after hearing him out, he got to telling me about the church he go to and who the pastor was. “Ma$e?!? Man I know I need to go to church, and when I go I`m a go to a REAL church!” Is what I thought. but I ended up taking his information and thinking about it.

Come Saturday I was riding out downtown to Club District on peachtree to see allthe girls and cars, and act up like I would normally do on the weekend. But this weekend things were a little different. I was caravaning with some ATL dudes I didn`t know, I only knew 1 of them, and I didn`t even know him that well, and i told the dude that was riding with me, “I normally don`t ride out with these dudes, they some hot boys, but we`ll be straight.” I mean these dudes were stupid wild, I mean waving their guns out the window… that just wasn`t me. You know the real crazy folks because their calm and to themselves. That was me, I was calm, but if you pushed me enough, you would see the psycho come out.

But anyway, we stopped at the Exxon down the street from the ESPN Zone, and parked all of our cars. The gas station was closed so we took up most of the pumps and parked on the side. I was standing on the sidewalk by the street, messing with all the girls riding by and watching the old school cars ride by. It was about 1:29am, and I thought to myself, “Church? Well I`ll probably get home at about 5 or 6, if i wake up at 8 without setting my alarm clock, then I`ll go. That mean God really want me in there.” At 1:30 on the dot, my mother calls me; and I`m looking at the phone like, “what does she want?” Me and my mother didn`t get along at all, and she never called me that late. So I answered the phone. Now this was so crucial to the moment because growing up and being involved in all that I used to be involved in, you had to ALWAYS pay attention to your surroundings because you never knew who was going to do something stupid, or whether the police were watching. But her calling me completely distracted me; and before the conversation really got started, some dudes in a Tahoe pulled up, hopped out the back doors, and the back barn doors, and started shootin at all of us, I mean just firing blind into the gas station… THE GAS STATION. Now, how stupid was that? If they would`ve hit a pump that whole block would STILL be gone.

But like i said before,Iwas the closest to the street, me and this guy standing behind me. Once they started shooting, I looked up, and one of them had his gun pointed right at me and shot twice. All I had enough time to do was just close my eyes. People talk about what they would do if they were in a situation like that. But I`m telling you, it happens so fast you can`t think to do anything but sit there. Well, turns out that I didn`t get hit, but the dude standing behind me took the bullets for me… That`s right, the guy standing BEHIND ME, took them for me. They went through me without touching me, and he got hit. So as you could imagine I went to church the next day. I figured, “God apparently has something for me.”

When I got into the church the next day, a few things happened. First off, I heard the word like I had never heard it before. Second off, I HEARD THE WORD! Most churches don`t even speak the word, and during the altar call, I wanted to go, but I couldn`t move. I started to shake, and then I started shaking so bad I could hardly even see. It was like I was having a seizure. That following weekend I went back downtown again, and it just wasn`t the same. I made my mind up that, that life I lived before was no longer for me. And a week later I confessed Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, and man what a Lord He is! That was the testimony that got me saved, but there is SO much more than that! That wasn`t even the biggest thing.