How I met the Lord



One morning when I was a boy the preacher preached a sermon which I think now must have been on the subject, "The Gates of Heaven." In the sermon he asked: "If the gates of heaven were opened, would you enter?" The question startled me. I knew that if the gates of heaven were opened that day I could not enter, because I could not claim to be a Christian boy. That night, the preacher's text was, "What then shall I do with Jesus who is called the Christ?" He said very simply and earnestly that to accept Christ as Savior meant heaven, that to reject Him as Savior meant hell.

I went home that night with the most wretched feeling. I could not sleep. I got up during the night, slipped out of the window that opened on the back porch, and went down to the moonlit watermelon patch. It was a beautiful clear night, and I thought of the heaven beyond the stars and of the hell somewhere in some vast region below.

At the breakfast table next morning, my mother said, "Son you look like you didn't sleep much last night." "No, ma'am," I said, "I didn't." "What is the matter?" "I feel awfully sinful," I admitted.

I had to plow all that day. My misery grew until finally I drove out to the end of a long row and dropped the plow down by the side of Barney, my old white mule. I got down in the fence corner, the corner of an old rail fence, and told God I felt awfully bad, awfully sinful, and that I wanted to be saved. "If one must accept Jesus to be saved," I prayed, "then I accept Him." There in a fence corner the Lord saved me.

That night -- the text of the preacher's sermon I do not now remember -- I walked down the church aisle and let it be known that the Lord had saved me. I do remember the hymn they sang:


Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night;

Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come!

Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light;

Jesus, I come to Thee.


Rev. Robert G. Lee