My wife remembers the night she first met me (though, sadly, all I remember is that I was invited to help the youth at church and all the youth volunteers went for Coffee after). I had grown up with some of the youth volunteers, and, according to my wife, some had asked “where have you been? What have you been doing?” and then I proceeded to tell them my testimony. We didn’t know it at the time that we would end up married (we would begin dating a year later), but that recollection sticks out to me. How often do people ask for your story? How ready are you to tell them about God’s resurrection of your life?
Every one of us who claim Jesus Christ should have a testimony about what Jesus has done for us. Whether we’ve been in church our entire lives, and Christ called us from the start, or whether we were rescued off the street, or whether we were prodigals who came home and found blessing, or whatever else there may be, Jesus has become our Lord and our Savior. Isn’t that a story worth telling? If it isn’t, then it is a cause for us to drop to our knees and ask God “Lord, what is my testimony?” and to ask God if we know Him as we ought, and drop to our knees, and repent and submit completely to Jesus (we should do this all the time anyway).
What is your story? There are family members, friends, coworkers, fellow students, neighbors, enemies, and everyone and anyone around you who needs to hear it. Jesus isn’t done raising the dead, and who knows: maybe your story will be what inspires someone else to find theirs with Christ. It is by His blood and His alone that we are saved. Let us tell that story, loud, and long, and in praise and Glory of the Father in Heaven.
Then they sailed to the country of the Gerasenes, which is opposite Galilee. When Jesus had stepped out on land, there met him a man from the city who had demons. For a long time he had worn no clothes, and he had not lived in a house but among the tombs. When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell down before him and said with a loud voice, “What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, do not torment me.” For he had commanded the unclean spirit to come out of the man. (For many a time it had seized him. He was kept under guard and bound with chains and shackles, but he would break the bonds and be driven by the demon into the desert.) Jesus then asked him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Legion,” for many demons had entered him. And they begged him not to command them to depart into the abyss. Now a large herd of pigs was feeding there on the hillside, and they begged him to let them enter these. So he gave them permission. Then the demons came out of the man and entered the pigs, and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and drowned.
When the herdsmen saw what had happened, they fled and told it in the city and in the country. Then people went out to see what had happened, and they came to Jesus and found the man from whom the demons had gone, sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind, and they were afraid. And those who had seen it told them how the demon-possessed man had been healed. Then all the people of the surrounding country of the Gerasenes asked him to depart from them, for they were seized with great fear. So he got into the boat and returned. The man from whom the demons had gone begged that he might be with him, but Jesus sent him away, saying, “Return to your home, and declare how much God has done for you.” And he went away, proclaiming throughout the whole city how much Jesus had done for him.