Recently, a friend of mine asked me an excellent question: “When did Christ steal your heart?” This is my answer:
I think it was when He answered a specific prayer that I had prayed. I believed He could answer any prayer, of course, but this was one of those that wasn’t as easy to believe He would answer as others were. My second-oldest son (he was 19 at the time), when hearing of what I’d been doing, said to my wife, “That’s disgusting!”
When I heard that, I prayed that I would consider what I’d been doing disgusting. That was a huge stretch, because I really liked what I was doing (at the time). I knew it was horribly wrong, but I still enjoyed it. After all, sin is usually pleasurable. It was my passion. And, the sneaking around that the sexual sin involved put some adventure in my life — something otherwise missing from it. Needless to say, it was the wrong kind of adventure.
Well, it took a few months, but God answered that prayer! What I was doing WAS disgusting, and I can say that’s what I honestly think about it now. Since then, He has continued to blow my socks off with the ways He has used me as His conduit to work in others’ lives, to continue to reveal to me the pieces of the puzzle that led to my attractions (little by little, as I can handle and understand each piece), and to let me watch others in recovery and see the changes in their lives as a result of them letting Him work on them.
Christ now steals my heart on a pretty regular basis!