With the murders in Las Vegas and the devastation in Puerto Rico, Florida and Texas, however, I’m beginning to appreciate what that statement means. Without Jesus, I’d be wallowing in the chaos, groping in the dark, seeing no way out. No way to see the light.
Yesterday I realized that I had been walking in the dark, absorbing the negative energy out there. It doesn’t take much—just listen to the news. But negativity was oozing out to all the situations in my life. No one could do it right. I had righteous indignation about everything, everybody.
But then Jesus slipped in, turning on the light of love, his ONLY place of salvation. And that awareness saved me. So, dare I say, “Jesus Christ is my personal savior”?