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A Life Like No Other!
Imagine going through life with no concept that you’re special. Without any idea that you were created for purpose and a destiny that you don’t even know awaits you. Perhaps you’ve never been told that you have a life like no other - that the footsteps you take are ordained for you.
Such was the life of J.T. Now I’m sure you’re wondering who in the world is J.T., and that is my point exactly.
J.T. was someone I met at work. He was young, pleasant, and with far more beyond the surface than I realized. He was a new employee at my job and worked as a janitor. He went about his tasks quietly, trying diligently not to disturb anyone. I rarely heard him talk until one day I entered the dispatcher’s room. J.T. and some others were in the midst of a conversation about God. I was waiting for a fax, when I heard him say he was an Atheist. I listened for a bit and I asked him what he meant by that. He explained that he just didn’t believe God existed and was quite satisfied with his beliefs. He indicated he came from a rather large, blended family, both his mother and father divorced a number of times and he had layers of step-parents; he was one of fourteen children, if you counted all of his step-brothers and sisters.
As I looked at J.T., I knew that God was telling me to look closer. J.T. and the others went on talking and the conversation switched to tattoos. I couldn’t help but think it was a strange transition, from Atheist to tattoos. If that wasn’t enough, J.T. chimed in about his body piercings and suddenly the Spirit of God said - That’s it! Now, looking at J.T., it was impossible to see this graphically tatted and pierced image that he spoke of. He was neatly dressed and there was no indication of what was beneath his long sleeves. I looked at him and in a moment, God revealed the heart of the matter. J.T. desperately wanted to do anything that would get him noticed. He was searching for something that would make him unique - he wanted a life like no other.
I told him he was entitled to his beliefs, but even the devil himself knows there’s a God. I also told him before he was formed in his mother’s womb – God knew him and loves him with an unfailing love. I explained it really didn’t matter what he put on the outside, it could never change the fact that God loves him for who He created him to be - that no matter how many children his parents had, there would only ever be one J.T. I told him I believed the tattoos and piercings were so that he could be unique and explaining that he actually already was. I went on to say there has never been, nor would there ever be another J.T., that he is a one-of-a-kind creation, and that he was meticulously made. In fact, like David, the Bible says in Psalm 139:14 that he is fearfully and wonderfully made. I assured him that God could not care less about his exterior, because He looks at our heart. I don’t think J.T. blinked the entire time I was talking. I didn’t know exactly what God was doing, but I was certain He was doing something.
I gathered my papers and went back to my office. A little later, J.T. stepped in and wanted to elaborate about his piercings and tattoos. I listened, certain he wanted to add the shock value. When he finished, I simply told him, “That’s nice”, and went back to my papers. He left, only to return a short while later to tell me he decided the next day he was going to wear his piercings, indicating where I could expect to see the array of chains and spikes. I told him I looked forward to seeing them, and I again went back to my paperwork. A little while later J.T. returned and before he could say anything, I asked him if he wanted to know what I was looking at, and he said he did. I told him when I looked at him, I was looking at a very good book and God is the author. The intro is fascinating and I simply couldn’t wait to see how the story unfolds. I told him I serve an awesome God and I believed He had amazing plans for him. I went on to say, as intriguing as the beginning of this book – the end of the story is always far greater than the initial chapters.
J.T. left and I didn’t see him for a few days. The next time I did, he told me I wasn’t going to believe what happened to him, explaining that someone invited him to a church festival. I smiled when he told me he thought he would go and check it out. Several days passed and he returned with another unbelievable story. This time he was invited to a church, of all things. I told him that was nice and kept walking to my office. Later that day J.T. appeared in my doorway to tell me that he decided to go, but he was going to dye his hair jet black, spike it on top of his head, wear black lipstick and paint his fingernails black. I looked up from my papers, paused and said, “Wear it; it’ll look good on you!” J.T. left in frustration and was determined to go just the way he described.
I didn’t see him for a few days. The next time I did, he came rushing in and said, “You won’t believe what happened!” I put my pen down and looked at J.T. and said, “I probably will. What happened?” He explained he did in fact go to the church looking just the way he said he would. He walked in with his hair spiked straight up on his head, with his black lipstick and his black fingernails; he even wore a short sleeve shirt so his tattoos would be prominently displayed. He said never before in his entire life had he seen anything like that service. I asked if they talked about Jesus and if there was praise and worship, trying to quickly access if everything was lined up with the Word of God. He said it was, except once he was in the church he looked around and discovered he wasn’t the ‘biggest freak’ in there. This is J.T.’s description, not mine. Anyway, he went on to say in utter amazement, that the church he attended was a reformed biker’s church, and that most of the people, including the pastor and his wife, had far more tattoos than he did and that his were nothing compared to theirs.
J.T. gave his life to God that day and asked Jesus to be his Lord and Savior. I told him that he witnessed, first-hand, the awesome power of God because God orchestrated all that to show him just how much He loves him.
I’m pleased to say that J.T. was no longer an atheist. God’s love and existence were irrefutable. God proved Himself to J.T. far better than I could have ever done with mere words. The truth is, I never knew that church existed, but God knew exactly where to send J.T.
If you’re like J.T. and you’re not sure if there is a God or if He even knows you exist, let me tell you, God is real and He loves you no matter what you’ve ever done or how you’ve done it. The best part is, you don’t have to take my word for it; you can know Him yourself. Right now, ask God to show you Who He really is. Allow Him to do for you what He did for J.T. - show you just how much He loves you and that He’s given you a life like no other!