The type of drawn I’m referring to is the one where you’re attracted like a magnet to someone you’re about to fall in love with. It’s mysterious, but yet unyielding—except in this case the person isn’t visible or hasn’t been communicated with before.
I’d like to share how I first became exposed to the gospel message. It might not be the way you’d think. Hopefully, some may find this story interesting (I enjoy this kind).
You might already realize I didn’t grow up going to church on Sundays. My parents never talked about the bible. I never even saw a bible before the ones that Gideons International gave to my father to put into his motel rooms (he built a motel that my mother wanted). Once in a while, I took a peek inside one of these books (always in the Old Testament, since I didn’t even realize there was a New Testament in there). I hoped to discover why it was called, “The Holy Bible.” Back then, I didn’t accomplish reading more than a few verses. Either it was because I picked a page that was too uninteresting or that it was the King James Version;¹ I don’t know.
Backtracking to the time I was around 5 or 6 years old, I remember thinking (on my own) that I’m going to live eternally even though my body will not. I rarely recall details from childhood, but since I’ve always been close with animals, I guess burying baby birds² left such a strong impression on my mind that it enabled me to remember that odd thought.
When I was 25 years old and driving north (alone in my car), after moving out of Florida in March of 1980, I thought about God seriously for the first time in my life. I wasn’t upset by anything like a near-death accident—in fact, I was feeling extraordinarily peaceful.
Before that time, I had explored information about popular religions; however, I never did I contemplate what Christianity was. I don’t even think that the word ‘Christian’ entered my mind. It still had not done so even after I bought my first bible that same year. During that May, I woke up one morning in my room of the house on North Brandywine Street in Arlington, Virginia thinking that I’d like to go to the bookstore after work and buy a bible. There didn’t seem to be any reason for why that urge came along as it did, especially since I still had a strong dislike for reading! I was being drawn and strangely excited to go.
Thank God bookstores in America can and do sell bibles. Maybe Americans have access to too many bibles and that’s why they’re not appreciated more? I know the 2003 version of the movie Luther radically altered my perspective of being able to have one.
I’ve read many bible versions since my first, The Living Bible. By the grace of God, I waited for almost two decades (from the time I bought my first bible) before finally receiving His gift of faith for my salvation. While waiting, I read the scriptures daily—studying diligently, praying, and meditating upon those verses, as if my life depended on it. I don’t know if I wasn’t hearing God because of ignorantly going through inferior versions³ or if I needed to wonder in the desert wilderness before the end to my being spiritually lost arrived. How much does it matter how long one must wait in this life, when compared with eternity?
Maybe some people feel like others intrusively try to drag them to a Christian faith. If anyone thinks I’m one of them because of what’s on my blog, kindly remember→ if you keep coming back, it’s not your computer’s fault or mine.
I know that most of the people who end up at this blog are looking for Autism and/or Asperger related material to read. I’m beginning to get concerned over the expectations people might have about my blog because of all the other better blogs which remain purely on that topic.
I enjoy being able to provide many links for Aspergers and also writing about it, but honestly speaking, I think my attention is being drawn elsewhere lately. The good news is, since I’m always going to be an Aspie, no matter what I write about, my blog will always contain that Aspergian ingredient. 
¹I didn’t like reading books by the time I was 10 or 11 years old, so I sure wasn’t ready for that style of English!
²These baby birds were not my pets. They were wild birds that fell from their nest and died on the ground.
³Romans 10:17, “So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” The most reliable English version of the Holy Bible is the King James Version. It’s not as perfect as the original languages, but it’s superior to the alternatives. If you want, study about the manuscripts used for the other versions; then make your own decision.
