Twelve Years

Twelve years ago today, I stepped down. I went to the baseball stadium more out of novelty than need that night, curious to see how a crusade worked. The words that were spoken have slipped from my memory. I do remember how fast my heart was beating as I made my way from my seat down to the field. There was relief after the revelation of my situation: thinking I knew Someone and was devoted to Him when I only knew about Him and realized my desire for Him. It was as if the curtain was lifted, the lights were turned up, the haze was burned away by the rising sun, the fogged glasses were wiped clean. It was time for me to get up and leave my seat. No, I'm not talking about my seat in the stadium. I mean the control chair in the command center of my life. If I didn't step down, how else could Jesus direct and guide my life?

Andrew