My story based on Psalm 27
He grabbed his Bible, cell and pistol. His wallet was in his back pocket with only about $5 in it. He had never been out of the 48 states, and was very nervous being in a strange place. The hotel was lavish, owned by Juarez' mafia. Everyone that worked there was "owned" by Juarez, so Drew had to quietly leave without notice...the back way. He got out of there with no one noticing and went to his Caddy and drove to find a church...any church. He came to this old church that was several hundred years old. It was St. Baptista Iglesia. He stopped and went to the stairway of the huge church. He went to the top of the stairs and stood facing the two doors that was the main entrance. He was in awe of the sculptures of Jesus and angels. He noticed how beautiful the stained-glassed windows were. There was a cross, just above the doorway, in the center. It was gold and very spectacular. He was almost in tears. It looked like the doors were slightly opened. He looked and quietly walked in. It was magnificent indeed. There was a 40 foot wooden cross on the back wall of the church, with bloodstains and a cloth around the horizontal beam, with a red rose where the two beams meet. He'd never seen anything like it in his life. The sanctuary sat over a thousand people, at least. He went to the third row from the back and knelt down. He bowed his head in silence.
He told God that he was afraid and that he was sorry for all that he did wrong in his life. He was ready to trust Jesus with everything. He prayed and poured out his heart to God for several minutes. He repented and asked for forgiveness. He now belonged to Jesus. He felt a rush of adrenaline as the peace came over him. Kyle had walked him through the plan of salvation several times, so he had an idea of what to do. He didn't even plan doing it tonight, but God lead him to such desperation that it was the only thing he felt compelled to do. And he meant every plea. He sobbed, but with in at the fact that God was so merciful. He wanted to call Kyle, Sheila and his Aunt Rita with the news. He'd call Kyle to thank him and share that they were now brothers in Christ. He'd call Sheila and Aunt Rita because he wanted them to know Christ. Drew thought about all Kyle and Pastor Ron taught him, about Christ and the ministry. He gave their words some thought just then. God, what do you want from me?, he prayed silently. He sat in silence for an answer. He waited. Nothing. Five minutes went by and God whispered to him, Minister to my people. He cried out, "But how, Lord?" He was confused and yet at peace. He thought maybe he should talk to someone about it...if he would get out of this mess alive.
He looked at his watch. It was now about 4 a.m. He heard several suspicious noises out in the corridors of the expansive church. He heard a door creak in the south wing of the church. Then he heard footsteps coming his way. He grabbed his gun, ready to shoot anyone who would do him harm. His phone rang and luckily was on vibrate. It was Kyle. He wanted to take the call, but couldn't at this time. He had to defend himself at the moment. The footsteps stopped. Another door creaked and Drew freaked...on the inside. He had to keep his composure and stay quiet, for fear his assailant would find him. His heart was beating a hundred and twenty times a minute it seemed. He heard papers rustling in the footsteps' direction. He crouched down in the pew aisle to wait for his death. OH LORD, PLEASE!, he cried inside himself. What would he do now? He was bent down with his head resting on his knees, almost crying. OK, Lord, I'm going to trust you. You'd better have a plan...please, he asked God. The footsteps started again. He heard someone breathing. The footsteps stopped about six inches from Drew's body. The assailant put his hand on Drew's shoulder. What would happen next is a mystery you'll have to wait to find out next time...