Robert Dean Steel
Pastor of Cornerstone Community Church
We just
celebrated Easter. To me this is the
most wonderful time of the year, and this article is designed to help you
understand why. I grew up in a small
town in Alberta. I went to church until
I was thirteen. My Mom gave me the
choice of whether or not I had to go to church which of course being thirteen I
decided not to go. Now I grew up in the
time of hippies and the counter revolution.
Growing in my small town in Southern Alberta you were either a hippy or
a cowboy. I chose to be a hippy. I had the long hair, granny glasses, hippy
ideas, and morality. I dabbled in
socialism, cults, occult, activism, eastern mysticism, politics, martial arts
and a number of other things. You do
this when you do not have a moral compass.
I wanted to change the world because I didn’t know how to change
myself. That is what people do when they
don’t know how or want to change themselves.
They focus on some large issue such as climate change, righting the
wrongs of the past, trying to rewrite history, dabble in political correctness,
become social re-constructionists, and various other large issues. I know because I been there, done that and
got the t shirt.
When I was
seventeen two young friends of mine invited me to a young people’s convention
in Montana telling me that I was going to meet girls. Being seventeen and running on hormones I
went fully expecting to meet Miss Right.
It was Thanksgiving weekend and on the Friday night I went to a service
was nothing like what I grew up in. My
church was a liturgical church. It
featured scripted prayers and an outline which was the same every week. To an active child it was boring and
confusing. Just before I stopped going
to the church my mom convinced our priest to employ me as an altar boy which
ended abruptly when I hit my priest in the back of the head. By the way I heard words coming out his mouth
that should have never been said or heard in church.
The young
people in that service were Jesus people and they really knew how to worship
God and experience their faith. Later
that night I asked a young person I was staying with what the service was all
about and he said he didn’t know because he was forced to go by his parents The
following morning I went to the morning rally in the park of that community and
the speaker had long hair and beard so we already had a connection because he
looked like me. It was like he was
reading my mail. He talked about how
many of us had tried so many different things to fill our life which I had
done. Then he said, “Why don’t you try
Jesus? It made sense and then he
instructed to find a place of prayer and ask Jesus into our heart. By a tree in the center of that park not
knowing how to pray I simply said, “Jesus if you are real would you come into
my heart, and He did.”
When the first
Easter came around after my conversion. I fully understood that Easter was
about Jesus allowing His body to be broken and His blood to be shed so I could
be healed and forgiven. He died on the
cross on Good Friday and rose again on Easter Sunday so all mankind had a way
back to God.
I Googled what Easter means and this is what they
said. “Easter is the Christian festival
that celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ and his promise of eternal
life. Christians celebrate Easter to remember the great sacrifice that Jesus
made.” I like that. Easter is John 3:16, “For God so loved the
world, that He gave His only begotten Son that whoever believes Him should not
perish but have eternal life.” I love
Easter and the impact it has on me. It
is a time to refocus, reset and be renewed.
It is a time to be thankful and grateful that God loved us to much to l
eave us the way we are. Jesus’ death,
burial, and resurrection gives us eternal and abundant life and the beautiful
thing it is offered any time and place.
My prayer is that you will be wise like I was on that Thanksgiving
morning and accept the offer.










.jpg)

