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"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and sup with him and he with Me." Revelation 3:20

I Stand at the Door

Thank you very much for your home page. For a long time I wondered just how many Christian police officers there were and had a hard time communicating with most of the people on my department. Sometimes I even felt that they didn't want anything to do with me because I became a Christian. But now I know that they see the same things out there that I do and they are looking at me and wondering how I don't become callous or hardened to all the pain and suffering that surrounds us on a daily basis. They are trying to handle these problems by themselves; I handle them through Christ.

I became a Christian about 3 years ago after I went to a "shots fired" call. Not knowing what to expect, I cautiously entered the residence, gun drawn, and expected to find that someone may have been cleaning a weapon or that someone had been setting off fireworks. What happened next turned my life around. A woman, who was approximately 5 to 6 months pregnant, was sitting at the kitchen table crying uncontrollably. I asked her if she was o.k. and what was going on, and it was at that moment her husband, covered in blood, entered the kitchen from a doorway which led to the basement. I at first thought that he may have shot himself in the hand because that was where the majority of blood appeared to be at. He seemed to be looking at the floor and trembling from head to toe as I asked him if he was hurt and if he needed a doctor.

I will never forget the painful look on his face or the empty tone of his voice as he said to me, "My son just shot himself." Dispatch was immediately contacted and an ambulance was requested. As my partner and I entered the basement, I observed a pool of blood so large that it nearly covered the entire floor. And there in the middle of floor lay the body of a 17 year old boy, who had taken his life with a .22 rifle. Later I found out that it was because of a girl he had shot himself.

But as I stood there and watched as they put him in a body bag and carried him out of that house, I wondered what was so bad that he would want to do that? Then I thought to myself, "That boys soul is in Hell now." But soon afterward I finished the report and thought nothing else of it... at least not for the next couple of days. I would see that boy in my dreams at night and then I would picture myself laying there and saying to myself, "If I died today, where am I going?" It terrified me! My life seemed to be in a shambles for the next couple of months, then one day, October 31st 1995, I became very ill.

It was in this physical and mental state, when I had no strength, that Satan attacked me. Everything bad that I could possibly think of was going through my mind. At some point I could not handle anymore and I said, "God I can't do anymore, please help me." From then on I have dedicated my life to the Lord. I would invite those who don't know Him yet to please ask Him to come into your heart. All you have to do is open the door and let Him in.

"Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and sup with him and he with Me." Revelation 3:20

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