When I was 28 years old I didn't believe in God, and I was walking straight down the pathway to hell.  I used all the standard reasons and questions as to why I didn't believe in a God because I simply didn't know anything about God. I also didn't want anything to do with a God who, if there actually were one, would let the world become what it has become. Not even for a millisecond did it occur to me that people just like me, not God, were the reason for the condition of the world.  I didn't come from a Christian home though I had been to church with friends and relatives from time to time as a youngster.  A strange thing happened to me one night, though.  I was at a New Years Eve party and right in the middle of it, right there smack dab in the middle of my pathway to hell, stood a cross.  Now, at the time, no one there besides me could see that cross, but it was there. I was standing at the crossroads and it was very, very strange to me.  Now, I knew a little about Jesus, but He had never meant a thing to me.  That night, even though I had been drinking and doing drugs and had no interest in anything at all that had to do with God, I could not walk past that cross.  Something drew me to it like a magnet so I went and found someone who knew Jesus and asked them to tell me about Him.  A few days later I got saved and my life hasn't been the same since.  I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that soon after that I turned my back on Christ and for years I had nothing to do with Him, but I was still a changed man. About ten years ago Christ finally was able to open my heart up.  Now I could never deny Him again.  He never gave up on me after I got saved....I turned my back on Him but He never turned His back on me.  He watched over me and kept me safe and waited for me until I returned.  I can tell you first hand that the story of the prodigal son, is a true story. I don't believe that anyone can make it to hell without passing that cross.  Some people may just give it a glance and go right on their merry way to the lake of fire and some people may give it a small consideration then walk on past it, but  anyone who really seeks the truth cannot deny Jesus Christ and shut him out of their lives, for He is indeed the Truth, the Life, and the Way.  He stands at the door and knocks.....hear His knock and allow Him in, you'll never be the same again.


            My Poetry is dedicated to God and to my family. 
God has used my family to help me find myself in
this world. Without God I am nothing, and 
without my family I have no purpose.
   Thank You Lord ,   

Chick Velasco

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