My First Major Decision
When I was 17 I met this beautiful young lady I was attracted too. After getting to know her, I found out her dad was a Bishop and Pastor of a church that her and her family attended.
She invited me to church which I accepted and after a few visits I joined the church myself.
I learned a lot. A couple of things I learned really curved my ambitions and goals I had for my life.
I wanted to rap and box but after I joined the church I was told I had to make a decision.
I was told that in order to be what God wanted me to be I had to give up my worldly activities and live a holy life.
I was told that Jesus was coming back soon and I had to be ready for his return or my soul would be lost and I would be sent to hell.
I was scared shitless. I didn’t want to burn in hell forever so my dream of being a rapper and world championship boxer was shunned and replaced with participating in church activities and preaching.
Now I wasn’t just told Jesus didn’t want me to rap so I quit. I was taught that the Bible was the word of God and then shown verses in the Bible that led me to believe that rapping and boxing was not in God’s will for me.
James 4:4 says a friend of the world is an enemy of God. That was a big one.
Matthew 16:26 says what should it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul.
These verses scared me. I didn’t want to be an enemy to God and because part of my ambitions to box and rap was the money that came with the professions, being rich and famous seemed like something I shouldn’t pursue.
I was 17 years old when I first heard these things.
At the time, I had a life long belief that the Bible was true but it was somewhat of a mystery to me. Before my experience in the church, I was scared to even read it.
My teachers, the ones who taught me the Bible, were my Bishop and his son. I was impressed at how much knowledge both Bishop and his son had on the bible. They studied regularly and seemed to be able to quote much of the bible without opening it up.
I had a cousin who married in to there family. In fact a couple of my cousins married into there family so I definitely trusted them and at least considered them friends of the family.
The more I went to church and got to know them individually I considered them family. I looked at my Bishop as a father figure and his son, who was a bit older than me, as big brother.
They were sharing with me what they knew to be true. They had a deep concern for me and just wanted my soul saved.
As for me, if giving up my goals was something God wanted me to do, I figured he probably had another plan for me that was better. Plus burning in hell forever made my decision to quit my worldly passions seemed more than reasonable.