Tuesday, March 20, 2012

How God Arrested Me - A True Story on Salvation

I was completely taken by surprise when God arrested me. It had never come to my mind that God had been trailing me.

You might be in a similar situation. If you are still unsaved, you've got to understand that God is trailing you and will never give up on you. But you will need to come to a point of attentiveness, for you to hear and heed the call. If you become busy with too many things you might miss that which is most important to your life.

I will walk you through my personal experience, to show you one of the ways that God could use to get hold of straying people.

I graduated from the University of Zimbabwe in 1991 with a Bsc. Honours Degree in Economics. When I was still at college, I thought that I would get a job soon after completing my studies. I became even more convinced about this when I passed well in the final examinations; I do not, however, mean that passing well was a new experience for me.

I used to rent a room in Hatcliffe, Harare, when I was doing my second year, because I had failed to secure accommodation on campus. Even though I eventually managed to get accommodation on campus in my third year, I decided to continue renting the room, as storage for a few belongings that I had acquired.

After completing my degree I returned to Hatcliffe. I had some money that I had saved from my student allowances. I was looking for a job, but it seemed employment was eluding me. I had initially thought that I would find employment within the first quarter of 1992, but things turned out the other way. I came to a point when I could no longer pay rent or buy food to feed myself. The student allowances had run out and I had no other source of income.

I have got a nephew by the name Clever Makaza. After seeing my plight, he invited me to stay at his place. He was by then renting a flat in Eastlea, where he was staying with his family. I opted to stay in a semi-complete house that he was building in Kuwadzana 2.

I had no money. I had no food. I was lucky that I had found free accnmmodation. But even though I was in such bad financial shape, I could not bring myself to ask for money from anybody, not even my closest relatives. I said to myself, "I am not employed. If I ask for money how would I repay? What guarantee would I give the lender?" I also considered it improper to ask for cash donations. So I chose to keep my silence.

After observing my attitude, Clever would come to my place, look around in the room to see which food items had run out, then go to the supermarket to buy the required provisions, without me asking. That's what kept me alive, and up to now I feel extremely grateful for the assistance.

My experiences mean a lot to me. I have come to believe that everything that happens in a person's life has some significance.

Clever subsequently received salvation. I considered it unsophisticated of him to do so, honestly. I used to wonder why people worshipped God. I thought Christians were mistaken somehow. I did not believe God existed. That made me a fool.

One day Clever came to my place and said, "Sekuru, I ask you to accompany me to church on Sunday. Do not worry about bus fare; I will pay for you."

To be honest, Clever had put me in a hard place by requesting this. I just did not want to attend church. I had no business there!

I could have used the excuse of being broke, but Clever had already pre-empted this. I could have used the excuse that I was required at work on the day of the church service, but Clever knew that I still had not got a job. I could have used the excuse that I had other commitments, but Clever knew fully well that I spent my days doing nothing but sitting.

So I was in a fix. The matter was compounded by the fact that I did not believe that God existed. I would have opted to spend the day staring at my shadow than go to church. But I had no choice. I could not let Clever down, given all that he had done for me. So I accepted. But I was going to accompany him only "as a favour". Imagine.

The following Sunday I accompanied Clever to church. That was during the third quarter of 1992. The service was held in Hatfield. I did not see or hear anything spectacular in the service. After church we went our separate ways.

I thought I was done with the church business, but was greatly disturbed when the following week Clever returned with the same request. "Again?" I complained silently. I began to wonder what Clever was up to. I began to think that he had developed a passion for disrupting my peace. But I agreed to accompany him... again. Did I have a choice? No; not under the circumstances.

Something remarkable happened to me during the second service. Like in the previous service, I neither saw nor heard anything extraordinary. But for some reason I came to a decision that totally transformed my life. I said to myself, "I should have worshipped God a long time ago. What has been holding me back all along?"

God works in wonderful ways. If you read my story carefully you will note that all that happened to me was a build-up to this climax. It is true that faith comes by hearing the message.

God is talking to you. What you need to do is to give yourself time to listen. Whether you are a Christian or non-Christian, there are words coming from God relevant to your condition.

I sat and listened. As I did, God arrested me. Now I am happy in His jail. Do I want to get out of the prison? No! I want to remain inside, not doing my own will but His, not having my own kind of freedom, but His kind of freedom. My kind of freedom would spell spiritual death, but His kind of freedom means life, always.

God bless!

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