You know what makes me happy? My God’s not picky. Otherwise, I’d still be hitting the bong and slamming cases of Lucky Lager. He forgave me. He picked me up out of the muck and set me on solid ground. If I were Him (thankfully I’m not) I wouldn’t want people like me.
This anonymous testimony recently sent in to us reinforces this point. This guy lived for drugs. He hated people. He robbed people. He lied. He slept around. He really didn’t deserve forgiveness (think about it – none of us do).
But like I said, my God’s not picky.
Read this testimony of God’s amazing grace and unending forgiveness.