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I heard the faint rumbling as the bus found its way over the bridge that spanned the river into the heart of Rome. I clutched my quiz book to my heart. I needed to study. I knew that everyone was counting one me, but I just couldn't take my eyes from the sights outside of the window. I was in Rome!
A small voice began to speak. A small, still voice, echoing what I would have been reading, if I had taken the time to open my book. To all in Rome, who are loved by God and called to be Saints. Grace and Peace to you from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ.(Romans 1:7, NIV)
My head snapped up. I began repeating the words again and again. To all in Rome....I was in Rome. Was it really written to me. Were my preconceived notions of the Bible wrong. Yes, I had been told that the Bible was written to me, but now, all of a sudden, it was specifically talking to me. ...who are loved by God... Yes I knew that Jesus loved me, but Wow! Now it was telling me so clearly, like it was a personal letter to me. How amazing! ...and called to be saints... Called to be a saint? Me? Well, yeah I guess I am. That's cool. But it goes deeper than that. I am called to a higher standard. Those petty desires of youth rushed away. I didn't need to boy to be kissing me to be special. I was called to be a saint! That moment was one of those changing moments in my life. Nothing has ever been quite the same. It's the moment that provided the link between the Bible as being the book that I read and studied and the love letter written to me. It was the bridge, if you will. What an amazing transformation. What a divinely appointed moment. I was set apart for the Gospel of God. I was in Rome.
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