I have a short story that I would like to share with you concerning my thoughts on faith being innate, a quality which you are born with, or which is present naturally. The date was Tuesday October 17, 1989, at approximately 5:05 pm. At the time I was living in San Jose, California, I will always remember this date and time for three reasons. 1. The Loma Prieta earthquake. 2. The World Series By The Bay. 3. The day I found out that faith was innate. At the time I was sharing an apartment with two close friends of mine, we had been living together for three years, in that time span we became friends with our neighbors. We had this one particular neighbor named Jenny who we played cards with from time to time. Jenny and I had a successful platonic relationship, for at that time the conversations that we shared together were stimulating enough to keep us entertained, without the prejudice, bigotry, and the lack of understanding as it pertains to interracial relationships. Jenny and I talked about everything under the sun, except for our belief systems concerning the ever after. I often wondered why she never brought the subject of faith up, but my reasons were simple, I was spiritually unfit to discuss things of which I knew not of. Then one day out of the blue she says Damon, “I AM AN ATHEIST!” With a look of relief she continued to explain why she began to practice the absolute denial or existence of God, and how it was passed down from generation to generation, it was all that she knew, until that day, that fateful day. That day was Tuesday October 17, 1989, it was one of those days when life just seemed to good to be true, there was good people, good food, good fellowship, and to top it off, it was The World Series By The Bay! We were all sitting around playing cards and enjoying ourselves when Jenny decided that she was going home because she was beginning to feel a bit tipsy, from what I observed, Jenny was drunk, so I decided to walk her home before the game started. During the second inning of the game is when it all took place, a good day gone bad! Our tiny place of dwelling began to shake so violently that I thought the whole apartment complex was going to collapse. Amongst all the chaos that surrounded me, I heard someone screaming fanatically, so I decided to go and see who was in distress, and to my surprise, it was Jenny. The closer I got to Jenny the more audible she became, I began to interpret her frantic speech, and I was stunned by the words that she expressed. “JESUS SAVE ME!” “JESUS SAVE ME! “JESUS SAVE ME!”
“I WILL SAVE YOU; YOU WILL NOT FALL BY THE SWORD BUT WILL ESCAPE WITH YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE YOU TRUST ME, DECLARES THE LORD.”
Jenny is now a pastor!