When I was in high school, I didn't give a rip about God, but instead I was continually ripped--ripped on pot and ripped off by the devil.
I remember this hippy guy who approached me on campus to tell me about his Jesus and I thought he was nuts because he told me he used to be an acid head. So I thought he was missing a screw when he told me about his God. I just wouldn't receive it.
I showed up to my ceramic class stoned out of my mind as was my custom at the time. It was my favorite class and I felt accepted and esteemed by my teacher Ms. Uribe then. I would make her laugh by my foolish outbursts.
One day while I was sitting in ceramic class across from Joyce Gintel I said something about Jesus, not even believing in Him. Joyce said, "Cathy, I thought you were Jewish!" I replied, "I am but so is Jesus!" I forget if I actually said it in the present tense, nor am I sure how I knew that Jesus was a Jew.
But little did I know that one day I would come to know Him as my personal Savior and Lord, Who I once mocked.
Thank You, Jesus! You're the Best!