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By David Buhl
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He is able to leap tall buildings at a single bound, bend steel with his bare hands, He is faster than a speeding bullet, up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s Superman.
I then put on my blazing red t-shirt and deep dark blue underwear and then I securely fastened one of mom’s free flowing red towels around my neck and let it gracefully drape over my back just like Superman’s cape. I firmly planted my feet on the footstool to dad’s big chair and used it to catapult me on to the arm of the couch. When I was sufficiently high enough to look down at the couch pillows, I could see an imaginary damsel in distress. I knew that I had to save her because in this particular saga, I was the real Superman. My flight to save her was very fast and very short and it hurt a little bit because I bumped my nose on the arm of the couch. It did not matter. I saved the damsel and she would live another day because of my heroic act.
A day in my life as a child was always full of this wild and crazy kind of imagery and fantasy. I would live out so many of my days being anybody but the little kid that I really was. I would live the life of Davy Crockett in the morning and I could be mysteriously transformed into Roberto Clemente by late afternoon. The proper change of apparel combined with the right kind of setting would enable me to be easily transfigured into a new kind of hero. What would often infuriate me though was how each fantasy would come to a screeching halt whenever mom would call me in for dinner. That was reality for me back then. Mom and Dad would break into my imaginary world all the time. I remember how stupid it felt to have mom call me in right when I was doing my full blown impersonation of Davy Crockett wrestling a bear. Little did I know back then, how secure I was while living in my world of make-believe.
I Corinthians: 13:11 , NIV
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
I wanted you to visualize with me that when we are a child, we are incredibly high on faith (we will believe almost anything) and with that faith we will escape into a world of make believe.
My travels after childhood became much more difficult. I had dreams and aspirations of being a Rockin’ Roll king. I came very close to fulfilling that dream. I recorded an album in New York with a group called the Eighth Day in 1970. We were produced by Ronnie Dante who was famous for his lead vocal in the song “Sugar, Sugar”. I left New York and the band and went on my own. I headed for Nashville. I lived with an elderly lady on Beechnut Street. She gave me a sleeping room and it cost me $10.00 a week. One night in that sleeping room I became thoroughly intoxicated. I was mourning the loss of my band. I was struggling to get noticed by a record company or a music publisher. Every person that I loved in the whole world was over 500 miles away. I picked up my guitar that night and began to write a song to God. I cursed Him in that song and I also pleaded for help. The series of events that occurred after that night were miraculous to say the least. I went back home to the girl that I loved. I reunited with my friends and then it happened. I went to a New Years Eve Party that changed the rest of my life. My sister invited me. I thought that this party was going to be like any other New Years Eve party but there was no alcohol, no band, and no drugs. There was a room full of Christians with their Bibles. I was invited to turn my life over to Christ.
And then ever so quietly I heard a still small voice say to me,
“I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life”
The Door of My Prison Flew Open and another Captive was Set Free!
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You were delivered by the Lord, but you escaped Hell. First person account is always effective in making a point. Nice job.