YOUR ULTIMATE CHOICE Articles
Eric McClureI became angry with God and Christians, especially after losing my grandfather.
Sometimes it’s hard to be the city on a hill (page #) and sometimes it’s hard to gaze at the city and desire to be there while knowing what you will have to leave behind I order to enter it.
Though I had been raised in church, I had eventually lost interest. In fact, I became angry with God and Christians, especially after losing my grandfather.
In 2002, while my racing career was taking off, I met my wife, Miranda. Because her family went to church three times a week, I found myself at every worship service soon after we started dating. I was miserable.
I knew that I needed Jesus, but I was afraid that the church wouldn’t embrace me if I made that decision. So, to combat the feelings of shame and guilt, I began to distract myself with anything that would keep my mind off God.
A few weeks after Miranda and I were married in 2004, the Lord broke me. Some of the teenagers from the church were proclaiming how the good news had come into their lives and I could barely breathe, as I knew that was what I was running from.
As we were driving home, I turned to Miranda and admitted that I had not confessed Jesus as my King. We immediately turned around.
That night, Jesus led me into the city, into His kingdom, transforming my perspective from a judgmental gaze up the hill to a compassionate gaze toward the world.
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