A friend of mine relates the story when encountering a critic of the Faith; You ask him, “Do you know everything there is to know?’ He may think he’s pretty darn smart, but he aint no fool, he says “NO.” So you ask him, “Do you know half of everything there is to know?” So he pauses a little longer but finally admits that he does not know half of everything there is to know. Now the clincher; “Is it possible that the knowledge of GOD is outside the half of everything that you do know?
I cannot prove to you that GOD exists, only He can prove Himself to you. Because I have had a personal encounter with YHWH, the same God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, some may think that I am delusional simply due to their own lack of experience! But I am in good company, because countless millions have had some kind of personal encounter with their Creator, and according to The Book that HE caused some of those people to pen every single one of us will have an abrupt encounter with HIM in the end if we don’t seek Him first.
Not so dramatic as Paul’s was my first encounter with The Creator, it was my Plymouth Road Experience. By the time I finished High School under very unfavorable circumstances I have to admit that I did not know God, or that He even had a Son, but I found my self drawn by a friend to a tent revival of the Pentecostal persuasion. Being an orphan and homeless I was somewhat beholden to my kind benefactors which had opened up their home to me and for all practical purposes adopted me as part of their family at the behest of their daughter, Karleen. They had also known me as the foster son of said daughters Aunt some years before.
This tent revival was on some acres behind an old country church which seemed to draw many of the “hippie” generation to its door, so we found a place to hang out and meet new friends. Personally I thought these people were a little bit crazy, especially when they
laid hands on me and started babbling “in unknown tongues.” They mistakenly believed
my uncontrollable laughter while rolling on the floor was a sign of the Holy Spirit coming
upon me which only encouraged more of this insane behavior! Was it the Holy Spirit?
Did something happen? Yes, something did happen. They did give me a Bible, and I began to read it.
Plymouth Road runs from Detroit to Plymouth Michigan, it was this road which I walked from that country church to my adopted home while reading this Bible when I came across a verse: A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, [is] God in his holy habitation. (Psa 68:5) I cannot convey to you in words the reality of the moment, but His Holy Spirit fell upon me and He offered me this adoption, I accepted, terms
unknown, and my first prayer was that He would also adopt my brother and sister, the joy that filled that moment, I wanted them to have it too. He answered that prayer.
A defining moment of my life. To the skeptic only my imagination run amok – but they can never know unless they too are taken to that heavenly place where I am now content to remain. But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) And hath raised [us] up together, and made [us] sit together in heavenly [places] in Christ Jesus: (Eph 2:4-6)