My new life in Christ began in the bathtub. In the wee hours of the morning on January 3, 1992 there I was crying in my bathtub. I had been struggling for weeks to make sense out of the tragic deaths of 4 teenagers at an Austin yogurt shop. Murdered three weeks before Christmas. Four Christian girls.
God is in control? God cares? God is Love? If there was a God who had the power to intervene in people's lives, why didn't He intervene to save these Christian girls?
I cried out to God: "Why didn't You save them? Why did You allow them to be murdered?"
God's answer came in the form of two questions:
1) "What do you think happened to the Son of God?"
I responded with: "But HIS suffering had a purpose!"
2) "And what was that purpose, Jan?"
At that moment, "bathed'" in His love, I came alive in Christ! Joy unspeakable! I haven't been the same since!
"FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE (intervened by giving) HIS ONE AND ONLY SON, THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE." (John 3:16)