These People Are S-I-C-K But I Was Just As Bad
DOUBTLESS, THERE ARE JEWS FOR JESUS WITH MORE RIGHTEOUS BACKGROUNDS THAN I, BUT THIS IS MY STORY I trusted Jesus as my Messiah back in 1971. It wasn’t because I’d done extensive study concluding that he was, indeed the Messiah. It wasn’t because I’d delved deeply into the depths of the Talmud, Kabbala and other Jewish literature. It was because I’d failed in my attempt to justify a life of self-indulgence, drugs and debauchery encouraged and reinforced by the “hippie” movement with which I’d come to identify myself. I’d found myself trapped by addictions from which I had neither the motivation nor the ability to extricate myself and, assuming if there ever was a God, I concluded that He would be (pardon my French) very pissed with me. I needed a lifeline by which I could be pulled out of my self-induced quagmire, and Jesus, out of great compassion, threw Himself to me. He was my life-line. When I announced what had happened in my life, my Father said “you’re no lon