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by: timCap It was the same drill. But then something happened. --------------------------------- Wow. God is good. He is amazing. Fantastic. No...fantastical. He is the bomb shizzle fizzle wizzle gizzle. He’s the coolest guy every. I love him to death. So now you get that I like God, right. Read to the end. Alright. I’ve always known God. At 5 years old I prayed the prayer. I knew he was there and Jesus died for me, but I didn’t really know him. Well, who would expect that a 5 year old to have a loving, growing relationship with the Maker of the universe? The years go past. Mummy reads the Bible stories before bed every night. Daddy does the prayers. Have grace before dinner. Go to church every Sunday. But other than that there wasn’t really anything. School started. A brand new school. Made some friends. Mum stopped reading the stories. Life goes on...not much happens. I never really talked to Him much. I started doing the swim program at Emmanuel College on the Gold Coast, Australia, met some people, got to know the school. Grade 7 came along...I changed schools. From a boring, uninteresting, not overly friendly non-Christian school, to a fantastic, interesting, loving, caring Christian school. My world went upside-down. I made friends quickly, the whole grade loved “Tim the new guy.” At year 7 camp, everything was fantastic. In tents in the middle of no where. Eating out of cooking tents. On the last night, the school Chaplin, Dr. King, came and spoke to us. It was the same stuff. Jesus loves you. He died on the cross. It was the same drill. But then something happened. I don’t know what; but something, somewhere in what he was saying, clicked. He asked those who wanted Jesus to put up their hand [everyone’s eyes were closed]. Immediately my hand was in the air, confident that nobody would find out. Then he asked for those people who put their hands up to go forward for prayer. I was terrified. But then I saw a stirring in the crowd. This wasn’t like my old school. I wasn’t one of 10 in a class of 40. I went forward. He started praying. I was SO wanting God. I asked him to come into me, knowing and understanding that he would; to be my friend, my adviser, my go-to guy, my mate. I prayed my guts out. Then there He was. It was amazing. The nothingness, then the feeling of absolute joy. ABSOLUTE joy. It was at that moment I knew that this was the joy I wanted to be feeling, not the joy of playing the Playstation or going over to mates places. Not the joy on Christmas day opening the presents, but the joy of Jesus Christ. I realized that I needed to ask for forgiveness. I prayed so HARD for it. And it came. I became overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit and started bawling my eyes out. It was as if all the badness, the swearing, the bad thoughts were just rushing out of me. It was the best feeling of my life, weeping for joy, because I was saved. The feeling I felt was AWESOME. Dude, you don’t understand unless you’ve felt it. Nearly a year later, I went to the PlanetShakers conference in Brisbane. There was music and lights and speakers and the youth group was staying in a hotel so it was all very exciting. On the second last night of the Christian conference, Reinhard Bonkey spoke to the crowd of 6,000. There was this anticipation of what I had heard about him. It was said that he was amazing. Converting 1 million Muslims to Christianity in Africa in the one, open-aired arena. There was this anticipation. “The flame of the Holy Ghost is going to come down here tonight. Well, lets get started. The way...that you get the Holy Ghost to come down on a crowd like us...is to call on it. Raise your hands...don’t worry about your mates next to you **I was very worried** and shout ‘Hallelujah.’ “ So that’s how it started. People in front of me, people behind me, next to me, above me, below me, everyone in the arena started shouting “Hallelujah” with all of their might. The effect was immediate. Down came the Holy Spirit. It poured down on us. It was absolutely crazy. Then it happened again. I started crying. And again, it was the best feeling, all of my sins being washed clean by the blood of Jesus Christ. Absolutely amazing feeling. I was sobbing the hardest I ever have in my life. The only words I said were “Hallelujah” and “Thank You Lord.” So there I was, in a mosh pit with 6,000 people, both arms above my head, saying only three words, “Hallelujah, Thank you Lord”, bawling my eyes out and feeling the best. The power of the Holy Spirit is ABSOLUTELY MAD! Absolutely, incredibly, amazingly flippen awesome! I am now a guy who knows Jesus personally. Works at the church helping out at the kids church for tech on Sunday morning. Loves the youth on Friday nights. Prays whenever and where-ever, asks for forgiveness every day of the week.Tries to do the right thing by everyone. Gives advice. Is patient. Absolutely LOVES God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I live for Christ. Without him I would be nothing. I was only going to write a little bit about my experience being best mates with the Creator of the Universe, but look at this; I’m 4 pages down. If you’ve gotten this far thank you. I have 3 more things to write. #1. A quote by Reinhard Bonkey, “Let’s plunder hell and populate heaven,” which means go and tell people about Jesus. Help them find the light. #2. Jesus Christ is the light of the world. He saved me by the school Chaplin [thanks Dr. King]. He is the most AWESOME, cool, understanding, weird, cool, massive beyond understanding. I love YouthStreet that keeps my faith on a high with their awesome music. Jesus is the rock of my life, my biggest rock. #3. At the age of 13, I have decided to become a minister when I’m older, and I am deadly serious with doing that. My name is Tim. I am 13 years old. I love God. View the story online at: http://www.storiesaboutgod.org/index.php/stories/story_page/a-thirteen-year-olds-perspective-of-god/

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