My Journey · Part 05

My Personal Jonah Experience

After years of hurt, hypocrisy, and walking away, God's grace drew me back through pain, prayer, and true repentance.

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A New State and a Familiar Pain

Because of all that had happened (not just within the church but also in my personal life), I decided I needed a new environment. So, I sold everything, told family and friends I was moving to another state, and then picked up and moved. They all told me I was crazy. A few people even said, "You won't last three months!" I was still angry—so I used those comments as fuel. One week later, I was living in a new state.

The Cycle Repeats

In the beginning, everything was great. I had begun attending a new church and had a new girlfriend. But then—out of the blue—the assistant pastor at the new church pulled me aside and said, "It is a sin for you to date that girl." (He was referring to the Caucasian girl I was dating.) And just like that, I was pulled back into the past. My immaturity and the fact that I hadn't yet healed from my first battles with this issue flared up again.

It felt like every time I took a step forward, I ended up moving backward a few steps. Over the next few years, I continued to attend church services—but my heart wasn't in it. Long story short? I became a hypocrite. I lied, cheated, betrayed friends, became self-absorbed, and developed malice within my heart—all while attending church. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and stopped attending church altogether. I left Christianity. I stopped praying and reading my Bible.

Fast-Forward 20+ Years

I had a car accident—a really bad one—and ended up in the hospital. There were so many accidents that day that the hospital ran out of rooms. So, there I was, laying on a gurney in the waiting area after surgery. Plastic wires were sticking out of my head. I was drifting in and out of consciousness. And then—for the first time in a long time—I prayed:

"Naked (without possessions) I came [into this world] from my mother's womb...naked I will return there. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord." - Job 1:21

"Lord, I don't trust men of the cloth. I don't trust churches or organized religion. I know You've placed a call upon my life, but I just can't do it with people around me I don't trust. I'll tell You what: If You put a man of God in my life — someone who cares about me, not my wallet — then and only then will I serve You!"

Little did I know our Lord would place a man of God into my business to help me on my journey back to true faith in Christ!

Ashamed… but Redeemed

I am very ashamed of this period of time in my life. However, God was faithful. He kept drawing me closer to Himself, inch by inch. I resisted much of the time… but He remained faithful. Eventually, I renewed my faith and trust in Christ and began life anew. Four men helped me in this journey: Chaplain Dale Lowrimore, Pastor Myles McPherson, Pastor Ray Bentley, and Pastor Steve Brown.

What Helped Me Rebuild?

Three things helped me rebuild:

  1. Repentance — Every devout Christ-follower experiences and practices repentance. It's not just feeling sorry. It's a turning away from the things that steal our mind and heart from Christ — and a turning unto the things that matter to our King.
  2. Prayer — This is where I poured out my heart to God. Sometimes I yelled and screamed. Sometimes I cried and whispered. At times, my prayers were only 15-30 seconds long. Other times, they lasted two to three hours!
  3. Scripture — While prayer allowed me to speak with God, reading and studying the Scriptures allowed Him to speak to me.

    Verses like Acts 2:38, Romans 2:4, Colossians 3:12-13, Hebrews 11:6, and James 1:26 shaped me during this time.

  4. Fellowship with other flawed believers — Yes, there are hypocrites at church. But there are hypocrites everywhere—yet we still show up. Fellowship gave me perspective and reminded me I wasn't alone.

Through it all, God was faithful—even though I was stubborn, self-absorbed, and blind to my own destruction.

If you have questions or comments, please email me here.

In His Name,

Roy

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