I
remember when it came time to leave one way of life in order to join
a new way of life. The old group included copious amounts of drugs,
guns and perversions of every type.
The new group was more than
willing to include those from my old group into it. My old group was
WAY too paranoid to allow straight people to hang around.
I
had to choose.
In
fact, my wife, who had already become a Christian a year before said,
“You’ve to choose, Rod. We can’t have a foot in both camps. I
knew she was right. I knew that Jesus was right.
I
was willing to do a lot for my old friends. Going to hell for them
was not going to be part of it.
Both
groups offered friendship. The old group offered friendship if you
were a clone.
Those
who had become followers of Jesus recognized that all of us were as
different as different could be. The only common denominator was that
each and every one of us had been called by God, out of the world and
into His Kingdom Family.
I
was simply not willing to lose what God was offering to remain on
good terms with those who hated God.
Sadly,
it was a hard decision.
I
was such a coward.
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