Touch of Christ: My Testimony

I was raised in a Christian home. I knew all about the stories of Jesus. I even taught them in Sunday school! As I sat down to eat and as I crawled into bed, I recited little prayers I had been taught as a child, and I suppose I meant what they said. I scanned the crowd down by the stage looking for my husband. He would know how to explain all this to me. As the song came to a close, I found tears rolling down my face.

“I’ve heard it said that a man would climb the highest mountain/ Just to be with the one that he loves…” floated through the air as the last glimpse of the sun disappeared behind the hillside. The words themselves seemed to dance upwards into the purple colors of the sky. I could almost see them as my eyes followed them into the horizon.

“I’ve never climbed the highest mountain/ but I walked the hill of calvary…” How did Third Day know? How did they know that these were the answers that I was looking for my husband to answer for me?

“Just to be with you I would give anything/ I would give my life away…” The tears turned to sobs. Mac Powell was not singing this anymore. These were the words of Jesus tugging at my soul.

I opened my arms and my heart to my Savior that day under a purple sky. For the first time in my life I realized you needed to know Jesus instead of just knowing ABOUT Him. As the soft breeze turned cool with the night’s touch, I worshipped Him with my heart for the first time and prayed that others in the crowd had been touched by Jesus Christ through the words of a humble worship band on that night I would never forget.

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