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A meaning to my life.(Cosimo)

Hello everybody, I’m Cosimo. I come from Corigliano Calabro (CS, Italy). Thank God, through some Swiss missionaries, there already was an evangelical church in my town. In 1987 (I was 7 years old) my mother accepted Jesus as herpersonal Savior and then unluckily troubles began because my father didn’t agree and I remember I was afraid he’d leave her. Despite those struggles, my mother remained faithful to the Lord and instilled into my heart the love for Jesus.  My family and I lived in the countryside, next to my uncles who regularly spent time with believers, praying  and studying the Bible together and we the children attended our Sunday schoolonce a week. On a summer evening(I was about 7 years old) I told my mother I wanted to receive Jesus in my heart so we prayed together; but the joy I felt in that moment quickly faded. At the age of 15, I decided to go to churchregularly, but it was more an excuse than a desire because I loved music and I could play the guitar there. I bitterly remember how the preaching bored me and most of the times I went out and took a walk, coming back in time to play the guitar. I got close to the Lord once more but it was just like the first time: the joy in my heart didn’t last that much. I kept living my life, having my experiences even if I knew what the Truth was. In December 2000 I met my wife. Two months later I moved to Germany, I lived in my parents-in-law’s house and a year and a half later, we got married with Catholic rite. On an evening my wife and I were having dinner in a Greek restaurant  when my attention was suddenly caught by a hung picture of the Magna Graecia (Great Greece).  I recall my school books were the glory of this nation was celebrated and I wondered: “What happened to all the people who lived back then? And what shall happen to me?” Since that day I felt no peace in my heart; fears, thoughts and anxiety unsettled me. An uncle of mine who had lived in Germany several years before, gave me the name of a brother in Christ recommending me to go and see him, but I kept resending it. I still couldn’t understand the Lord was patiently trying to bring me to Him.  Thank to my mother’s testimony, my wife opened her heart to Jesus. I knew it was the right thing so I didn’t make head. In August 2006 I helped her to find an evangelical community in Stuttgart East and I tried to find the man my uncle wanted me to meet. My wife started to read me some Bible passages, meanwhile , especially from the New Testament; I listened to her, but daunted. The Lord, in His Grace, kept insisting. On a Sunday we were invited for lunch by the man my uncle had told me about. After lunch, reading the Word of God together, I realized I couldn’t keep escaping for long time because the Word of Truth had penetrated me like a sword, moving me. About two months later, my wife and I resolved to frequent the Italian Christian Community in Bissingen and that very night I bought a Bible. On the night of November 22nd, 2006 I read the Bible, laying in my bed, looking for the meaning of my life. My wife read me a set of Bible verses written in a flier called “A love letter for you”.I listened to her attentively, I was very interested and when she read the last verse: “Now I ask you: do you want to be my son?” (John 1:12) I said yes among the tears and she comforted me, reminding me there was a party in Heaven in that very moment because of me. Touched, I prayed the Lord, asking Him to forgive my sins and inviting Him to come into my life as my personal Savior and Lord. It hasn’t been a long while, but since that day my life has changed. I feel I am a child of God. I have no more anxiety or fears and because of Jesus Christ I have eternal life. Every day my love for Him increases and I’m aware that even during my highs and lows the flame in my heart keeps burning all the time. He never leaves me.

Revelation 3:20 “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with Me.” To God be the glory for having knocked on my heart’s door. He’s made a miracle in my life.




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