I was 29 years old one fine day in 1977, headed out for another evening with plans to enjoy the pleasures of sin once again, when God intervened in my life.
  I won't dwell on the details of my sins before that day. Suffice it to say I was a frequent consumer of wine, women and bongs. I was a sinner, and I always tried to sin every chance I got.
  I remember an old joke about a fellow who got saved at a revival meeting and got up to testify and began telling all his past sins. As he told the first few sins, everybody shouted, "Tell it, brother, tell it all!" But as the list kept getting longer and he got a bit too graphic with the details, things got real quiet and the preacher finally interrupted, "I don't believe I'd a'told that one, brother."
  So I won't give the details of all my sins, though God knows, there's plenty to tell from before I got saved, and sad to say, plenty afterward, too.

 A good friend and I were riding happily along down a country lane on a fine spring evening in his brand-new Chevy Corvette, when suddenly we found ourselves going backwards at 55 miles an hour. Needless to say, it's hard to steer a Corvette backwards at 55, so it was no great surprise that we came to a sudden stop as the rear end of the 'Vette fetched up against a pine tree. I never did know what made that Corvette swap ends all of a sudden without so much as a "Look out boys, here she comes!" but somebody told me later that was one of that model's bad habits.
  Both the Corvette and my friend and I were somewhat damaged, though the 'Vette got the worst end of the deal. It was later judged a total loss. Fiberglass bodies do not agree well with large pine trees at 55 miles per. And the rear glass, which shattered along with the fiberglass body, did not agree well with our fragile abodes of flesh, particularly mine, which had to have 29 stitches up my back to knit body and soul back together. I still have the railroad tracks up my back as a reminder of the night God intervened.
  My buddy had his feelings hurt worse than his body as a state trooper insisted on giving him a ticket for drunk driving, though it was one of the few times he could honestly say, "But officer, all I had was a couple of beers." He had just picked me up and we had just popped the tops on our first beers of the evening just a few minutes before our plans of wine, women, et c., came to a literal crashing halt.

 So God nipped our plans for a party in the bud, and I spent the rest of the weekend laying in bed, trying not to breathe too hard, 'cause it hurt. Come Monday morning when the little woman was headed out the door for some grocery shopping, she asked if I wanted anything. "Yeah," I said. "Bring me a book to read. Something science fiction."
  I was big on science fiction and futuristic fantasy stuff in those days, so when she got back and handed me a paperback, I dove right in. It was entitled "The Late Great Planet Earth" by Hal Lindsey, and it only took a page or two until I discovered -- much to my disgust -- that this wasn't science fiction at all. It was a book on Bible prophecy, I quickly discerned. But being bored and hemmed up in a corner where I had little else to do anyway, I kept on reading. Lindsey writes about how the ancient prophecies of hundreds of years ago are coming true today in our present world, and as he compared the prophecies to modern events, the truth of his words began to hit home. Fascinated, I kept on reading, page after page.

 And as he began to relate the terrible events of the Great Tribulation, the last days of this old sinful earth before Jesus returns in glory to judge and rule the world as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, I began to ask myself inside, "Are you ready to be judged?" Of course I wasn't. I knew I was a sinner, and had often joked about it. When asked, "Where are you going?" I would answer with the wise crack, "I'm going to hell, if I don't change my ways."
  But just as the conviction of my sins began to build up on me like a weight, Hal Lindsey shared the good news: Jesus loves sinners. He outlined God's simple plan of salvation at the end of one of the early chapters, concluding with Romans 10:9, "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved."
  "Well, Lord, I've tried everything else. Maybe I ought to try You," I found myself saying out loud to the empty bedroom walls.

 But Someone was listening beyond the bedroom walls. And He heard that tiny, wee, baby step of faith, that "Maybe I ought to." And that Unseen Watcher also saw into my heart that I had taken a tiny, wee, baby step of faith there, and believed that God had indeed raised His Son Jesus up from the dead, just as the Bible says He did. And in that exact moment, quicker than the twinkling of an eye, God saved me. I felt something inside me, like a cool spring of water welling up in my heart, refreshing my very spirit and soul.
  "What was that?" I asked myself. "What happened to me?" But as I continued reading, I realized what had happened. Now the book of prophecy became an open book, and the more I read, the more excited I got, as I realized, now I was ready to meet King Jesus.

 Are you ready to meet King Jesus? If you are, God bless you. If you aren't just believe in your heart that God raised His Son up from the dead, like the Bible says He did, and confess Him as Lord with your mouth, like I did, and then He promises, "Thou shalt be saved."
  That's God's promise, not mine. Try Him and see if He won't keep His Word. "But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His Name," John 1:13 promises. You do the believing and God will do the saving.