Ive Always Been A Fool
I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A FOOL
by John Goetsch
It has been said that “everybody is somebody’s fool.” ÿI am not any different than anyone else. I have always been a fool for something.
On July 31, 1967, ÿI was sitting in the auditorium at Camp Chetek in Northern Wisconsin, listening to Dr. Eric Folsum preach a message from the Bible on Hell. He read scripture throughout the message that told about Hell being a place of everlasting torment prepared for those who never personally ask Jesus Christ to save them. At the close of the service he asked those who wanted to be saved to come forward and have someone show them from the Bible how to be saved and go to Heaven.
I felt very uneasy, ÿand those scriptures on Hell were really convicting my heart. But, I couldn’t walk down that aisle, why everyone knew that John Goetsch was a Christian. I had grown up in a Christian home, had gone to church and Sunday School all my life. I went to Vacation Bible School and Youth Camp every summer. I had been baptized and was a member of the Calvary Baptist Church in Watertown, Wisconsin. In fact, I was president of athe youth group in my church. But as I walked out of that auditorium that night, I could not get away from those scriptures on Hell.
That night and the next day I was miserable. ÿI kept asking myself, “Am I going to Heaven or Hell?” Everyone else seemed to think I was going to Heaven, but I wasn’t sure.
The following night, ÿI couldn’t listen to the preacher. ÿI didn’t hear a word he said. I kept asking myself over and over; am I really going to Hell? Again at the close of the service the invitation was given, ÿbut I couldn’t seem to move. Something inside kept saying, “You’re good enough, You’re better than most of these other people, they are the ones that need to be saved,” and I listened. Later that night we watched a gospel film. In the darkness of that room that night God began to speak in plain, simple terms to me. He said, “John, if you don’t get saved, you are going to go straight to Hell, no matter what anyone else thinks, you are not saved!”
Right then I realized I had been a fool for the devil. ÿHe had tricked me into thinking that I had been good enough. As the film ended, I ÿturned to a pastor who was sitting behind me and asked him if he would help me. Pastor Don Phaffe took me to a small room and there on my knees on August 1, 1967, at 10:30 p.m. I personally asked Jesus Christ to save me. I claimed Romans 10:13 which says: “Whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved,” and Revelation 3:20, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock; if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in…” The Lord didn’t trick me that night like the devil had. At that moment Jesus Christ forgave my sin and gave me everlasting life. No longer was I a fool for the devil.
I ÿwent back to high school that fall with real joy and peace in my heart knowing I was on my way to Heaven. During those high school ÿyears I became very active in athletics playing football, basketball, ÿÿand track, ÿand was achieving some success ÿin ÿall sports. ÿBy the time I reached my junior and senior years, I ÿwas completely ÿwrapped up in sports, ÿwith little time for ÿanything else.
One day in Sunday School my Youth Pastor asked us to ÿwrite down ÿsome goals for our lives. ÿMy goal for High School ÿwas ÿto make all-conference in football. ÿFor my College goal, ÿI ÿÿwrote down that I wanted to play College football, and for life my goal was to get into some facet of professional sports.
Things went well and my senior year I captained the ÿfootball team ÿto a 5 win and 3 loss record, ÿquite respectable since ÿour high ÿschool ÿhad not won a single football game in ÿthree ÿyears prior to that. ÿOffers began to come from various colleges asking me ÿto play football. ÿOur basketball team was ranked 7th in ÿthe state ÿof ÿWisconsin, ÿand I was looking forward to breaking ÿthe school ÿrecord in the shot put in track that spring. ÿSports was my god and I just didn’t have time to serve Christ too.
On January 20, 1970, in the middle of my senior year, I ÿwas sitting in one of my classes and my chest began to hurt. ÿI ÿhad never felt any pain like it before, ÿbut I put off thinking about it ÿbecause ÿwe had an important game that night. ÿThe pain ÿgrew steadily worse that afternoon and evening and that night I played the ÿworst ÿbasketball ÿgame I had ever played ÿin ÿmy ÿlife. ÿÿI disgraced ÿmyself ÿand ÿthe ÿteam. ÿÿPhysically ÿhurting ÿand emotionally upset, I went home to bed. However, as soon as I laid down ÿflat on my back, ÿthe pain became sharp. ÿIt seemed ÿas ÿif someone was taking a knife and cutting inside my chest.
At ÿ3:00 ÿÿa.m. ÿthe next morning my parents took me to ÿthe hospital. They put me in a bed and I stayed in that bed, ÿunable to move, ÿfor the next 3 months. I ÿhad a virus of the heart sac. My heart sac was filled with poisonous liquid and was the size of a basketball. ÿI missed the rest of my senior year, ÿthe rest of basketball, and all of the track season.
All of the time I was in that hospital I never read my ÿBible or ÿprayed once. ÿI ÿwas bitter against God because He had ÿtaken everything I had dreamed of away.
For ÿthe ÿnext two years I ran from God and rebelled at ÿeven the thought of surrendering my life to Him. I gradually worked my body ÿback ÿinto ÿcondition until it was ÿstrong ÿand ÿcompletely healthy.
Three weeks prior to my first college football game, ÿI ÿfelt the ÿsame ÿpain ÿin my chest I had felt two ÿyears ÿbefore. ÿÿThe doctors, ÿafter two weeks of tests told me that I had an enlarged heart, ÿÿalmost ÿtwo times the size it was supposed to be. ÿÿThey informed me that I would never play sports again.
I was crushed. ÿAll I had ever worked for was gone. ÿI ÿwent back ÿand told the coaches that I would never play again. ÿÿAs ÿI walked ÿacross ÿthe practice field that morning I looked ÿat ÿthe footballs ÿlying there and walked away knowing I would never pick one up again. At that moment my heart broke and I gave my life to Christ. ÿI told the Lord I had run from Him long enough and if He wanted my life, He could have it all.
I drove home and parked the car in the garage. My mother came running ÿout and said, ÿ”John! ÿJohn! ÿyou can play football!” ÿI said, ÿ”No, ÿthe doctors told me this morning that I would ÿnever play again.” ÿShe replied, ÿ”I know, ÿbut they just called. ÿThe tests ÿwere read wrong. ÿYou are perfectly healthy and can ÿstart playing tomorrow!” ÿI ÿbowed my head and thought, ÿ”If only I had been ÿwilling ÿto give God my life two years ago when ÿHe ÿwanted it…”
Though God allowed me to play 3 years of college football and 4 years of college basketball, I never again let myself be a fool for sports and put anything before Christ.
I ÿwent to Maranatha Baptist Bible College and it was while I was there that God called me to be a preacher and into Evangelism to help others, ÿlike you, ÿfind Christ as your Saviour and serve Him.
I Corinthians 3:18 ÿsays, “Let no man deceive himself, if any man among you seemeth to abe wise in this world, let him become a fool (for Christ), that he may be wise.”
Today, ÿÿfriend, ÿÿdon’t be a fool for the devil any ÿlonger. Right ÿnow ÿin simple faith ask Jesus Christ to ÿcome ÿinto ÿyour heart and life, ÿrepent your sin, and ask Him to give you eternal life.
If ÿyou ÿhave ÿbeen saved, ÿdon’t be a fool to ÿthe ÿtemporal things of this life. ÿDedicate your life to your Saviour and be a fool for Him.
From the S.O.N. BBS, WI
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