After my last post, I got some very good advice from a friend of mine. She said that instead of creating vignettes of teaching parables that I should use incidents from own life. At first I objected, but I could see her point. In truth, this blog is called “Old Lady Brady’s Joy Journey” and I need to tell of all the joys and heartaches that I have experienced and the lessons that I have learned. So here goes:
This is a rewrite of One Way – the Only Way.
In my ‘wild child‘ and ‘free spirit’ years, I met a handsome man with sparkling blue eyes and white hair. I was 38 years old and I had been divorced for 7 years. He too was divorced and we were both looking for answers to life. We met at a ‘New Age’ meditation workshop in New York City.
I saw him across the room and watched as he took a seat on the aisle. So as not to be obvious, I sat on the aisle across from him. That was in January, 1980, and we were married by the end of March. We moved back to my home in a suburb of Omaha, Nebraska. Needless to say, the New Age movement in Omaha was not nearly as appealing as it was in New York City.
Much to my chagrin, Joe wasn’t satisfied and began listening to Christian radio. I liked being able to chart my own course and felt that God just had many different ways to reach people all over the world – like Buddhism, Islam, Shinto and so much more. I was content to embrace them all or to embrace none of them. Joe was not.
He began to take me to meetings by a young man named Andrew Wommack. We would pretend to be Christians because he gave away his cassette teaching tapes. Joe loved free stuff! We would sing along, raise our hands and listen to the preacher. As soon as the meeting was over, Joe would take his grocery sack and fill it with one tape from each pile.
He would then listen to the teachings and tell me what they said. He would convince me to listen to some of them and I told him that they were nice and if I just substituted a word here and there, it would fit into my New Age philosophy.
One night we were debating the merits of Christianity and New Age. We had been up most of the night in deep discussion. Joe had gotten out of bed and was standing by the door when a realization hit me! ‘You are taking this Jesus thing all together too seriously!’ ‘That’s right, I am!! And I don’t care if you do or not!” his frustration showed.
I was shocked. I talked to all my friends and one in particular who said, ‘Go ahead, it doesn’t matter. All religion is the same.” But somehow I just knew that wasn’t true.
One night, on my way home, I listened on the radio and heard an old-time tent evangelist named Schambach address the difference between the Muslim faith and Christianity. He said that the Muslims go to Mecca to see the remains of Mohammed, but Christians go to Jerusalem to see an empty tomb, ‘because Jesus is Alive!!’ He then demonstrated that there is power in the name of Jesus by healing a blind man and a deaf-mute in the name of Jesus. But when he turned to the man who couldn’t walk and commanded him to rise and walk in the name of Mohammad, nothing happened. But then he turned and said, “In Jesus name, Arise!” and he did.
In the process of his presentation, the evangelist’s voice was replaced with the sweet voice of God. I knew it was Him and I began to weep. I said over and over again, “I’m sorry Jesus, I just didn’t know, I just didn’t know!”
This isn’t us – but you get the idea.
When I got home, Joe wanted to know if I had heard the program and with tears streaming down my face, I said that I had. His face was filled with joy as he embraced me and welcomed me home. I was not only in my earthly home, but now I had a heavenly home as well.
There is only one way – Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior.