Easter had arrived and my mother herded all four of us kids to church for the Easter morning message. It was a boring experience until the altar call.

The service was ending, and I was trapped. The hard pew held me firmly with the sudden realization that I couldn’t lift my arm when the pastor said, “If you know Jesus, raise your hand.” I couldn’t move my arm, my body, or my hand! The experience scared me. I thought I knew Jesus.

Back home I threw myself on my bed and cried huge, weeping sobs. Suddenly there was the loud sound of a trumpet, and I knew it was God calling me to totally give my life over to him. I was 11 years old.

Even though I soon realized that the trumpet call was really an old bull in heat out in the cattle pasture, I still treasured the experience. If God could use a donkey to talk to a rebellious prophet, he could use an old bull to talk to me.

A lifelong adventure began that Easter, and I’ve never regretted the decision to respond to a bellowing bull and follow Jesus.

What’s your Easter Story?

I’ll bet you have an Easter story—you know the one I mean. The story the Holy Spirit always brings to mind when you begin to recall your early days with Jesus. That’s the story you need to share with someone this week.

Don’t waste your Easter story. Someone needs to hear it.

Now it’s your turn: Do you have an Easter story to tell to someone who might not have an Easter story—someone who might not know Jesus? Ask the Holy Spirit to show you who to share it with—a neighbor, stranger, co-worker, child or grandchild. Then tell us about your experience in the comment section below.

Susan Gaddis

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