You Preached the Gospel to Me

You preached the gospel to me when I was wounded and you didn’t condemn me for my mistakes.

You preached the gospel to me when my family was trapped in a dangerous situation and you took us in.

You preached the gospel to me when you “forgave me my trespasses”.

You preached the gospel to me when you didn’t tell me my mother was sick because she was a sinner, but gave me rides to school instead.

You preached the gospel to me when you took the time to get to know me instead of passing judgment on what you saw on the surface.

You preached the gospel to me when you backed me up when I felt like the only sane voice shouting, “This is wrong!”

You preached the gospel to me when you showed me how imperfect you are so that I’d know it’s OK that I’m imperfect, too.

You preached the gospel to me when you saw me as a sister instead of a rebel.

You preached the gospel to me when you really, truly listened to me and believed me when I said it wasn’t God I was angry with.

You preached the gospel to me when you sent my daughter, a stranger, a box of toys for her hospital stay.

You preached the gospel to me when you taught by example instead of words.

You preached the gospel to me when I lashed out and you didn’t lash back.

You preached the gospel to me with your random kind words, your smile, your patience, your humility, your laughter, your love.

I didn’t meet Jesus on the road to Damascus.  I met him in you.

Picture credit – sxc.hu/abcdz2000

1 Comment

  1. Robert October 19, 2013 at 10:17 am

    Well done. Really speaks to me.

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