{"id":1118,"date":"2017-01-25T08:56:11","date_gmt":"2017-01-25T14:56:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/?p=1118"},"modified":"2017-01-27T08:24:27","modified_gmt":"2017-01-27T14:24:27","slug":"rebel-for-jesus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/?p=1118","title":{"rendered":"Rebel for Jesus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Screen-Shot-2017-01-25-at-09.11.39.png\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1119 alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Screen-Shot-2017-01-25-at-09.11.39.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"595\" height=\"340\" srcset=\"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Screen-Shot-2017-01-25-at-09.11.39-70x40.png 70w, https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Screen-Shot-2017-01-25-at-09.11.39-300x170.png 300w, https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/01\/Screen-Shot-2017-01-25-at-09.11.39.png 1900w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 595px) 100vw, 595px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt;\">I\u2019ve always behaved badly since I was very young.\u00a0 My parents live in the countryside and attend to their fields.\u00a0 I was left to myself; there was no one to see what I did, no one to care for me, and no one to help me.\u00a0 I felt lonely and scared, but as I grew older I became angry.\u00a0 I wanted to be someone, I wanted people to pay attention to me, and I was willing to do whatever it took.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #555555;\">Soon I discovered that when I did something bad I got a lot of attention, a lot more than when I did things right. Doing bad stuff became my life style and I ended up doing whatever I felt like doing.\u00a0 My peers wanted to hang with me, my teachers didn\u2019t know how to handle me and my parents were gone; I thought it was great.\u00a0 However, when I was home by myself I still felt lonely and empty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #555555;\">One day my teacher brought some new textbooks to our classroom. \u00a0The books focused on why we do things, what is the purpose of every decision we make, where are we headed; things I really hadn&#8217;t thought about.\u00a0 My teacher taught us about the purpose of life. She went on to tell us that God had something unique planned for each of us and that He was constantly there to help us.\u00a0 She told us He had created us and prepared us to be great and influence others around us to be great.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #555555;\">I was beginning to understand how valuable I was to God.\u00a0 He made me because He needs me and that He\u2019s ready to help me, whenever I need Him. I was fascinated. I realized that good behavior; even if it doesn\u2019t get me the attention from others I thought I needed, God was watching me and that all that mattered.\u00a0 I realized that my good behavior would influence those around me, inspiring them to follow my example.\u00a0 What I was learning made me happy and grateful to God. \u00a0Each new topic in the text book gets me a little closer to the person I hope to become.\u00a0 I feel that I belong and that I have a destiny.\u00a0 Thank you Mission Generation for telling me the good news that Jesus loves me!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 19.5pt; line-height: 19.2pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; widows: 2; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; word-spacing: 0px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #555555;\">-Rodrigo Sanchez<br \/>\n<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019ve always behaved badly since I was very young.\u00a0 My parents live in the countryside and attend to their fields.\u00a0 I was left to myself; there was no one to see what I did, no one to care for me, and no one to help me.\u00a0 I felt lonely and scared, but as I grew<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1119,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[96,79],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-countries","category-testimonies"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1118"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1118\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1121,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1118\/revisions\/1121"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/forvidas.org\/blogmg\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}