Meeting Christ : Day 295: 5 Minute Freewrite

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Knocking on my door that fateful evening, we've always been besieged by this fateful believer who always comes knocking at your door to accept there Christ. A man who died a cursed life on a tree. I've heard about his risen story too, countless time, but am no God believer. It dwarfs the brain of some technological advancement.

Coming in, I offered them a glass of water, I knew they won't take it, there Christ is enough. I know what to expect, scriptures upon scriptures, beseeching for a change of life.

It starts to get I testing at a point I don't know, I started developing an interest in this world saviour man whom I didn't send to the cross but sent himself, courtesy of His father.

Like a rush of conviction, I knelt down, tears in my eyes of wasted years, I want this saviour, I want Him badly. I confessed to the preacher if I can come to this saviour. "Sure" he said.

With a burnuing heart, a long for freedom from sin, am finally free from shackles of sin and death.