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I'd like to share a story with you how I met God. Well, before I get to that I need to say that way back in the 1980's. I think it was 1982. I went to a house church in Philadelphia. The people who lived there asked me if I wanted to be saved. Without thinking I said, "Sure, why not." In case you're not familiar with the term "saved", it means to sincerely repent of your sins and ask Jesus into your heart as Lord and Savior. As I look back I'm not sure if I was sincere or not. Personally, I don't think just saying the words mean anything if you are not sincere. I wasn't particularly convicted of my sins, even though I was aware that I was a sinner. Whether I was sincere at the time or not I'm not sure. If I was , you would never know it by the way I lived. No, I was not involved with drugs, didn't pick fights, didn't drink, and definitely not a ladies man! For the most part I was a pretty good guy for the most part. I also read my Bible sometimes and memorized a few important scriptures about salvation. I even believed that God sent His only begotten Son into the world to die for our sins. Yours and mine! (John 3:16) I attended church fairly regular as well. But, I didn't see any change. At least not the changes that are supposed to take place.
A lot had happened between 1982 and 2011. Please bear with me here for a bit longer. I did learn a lot over the years about the Bible, God, and Jesus. I thought I was really something!
Jumping ahead to 2011.
A few years ago I was pretty busy with work and didn't make it to church every Sunday. Eventually, I stopped going all together except on the usual holidays like Christmas. But, to be honest, even when I did go I wasn't there. Sure, I would take notes on the sermon. I usually spent more time doodling or making a list of the things that needed to be done.
Occasionally, a church member would get up and share with the church about something God was doing in their lives. They would talk about Him like they knew Him personally. I was happy for them. But, I never felt that way. Even though I tried. This is about where I decided that I just wasn't getting anything out of going to church. I really didn't think I should be sitting there in God's house with His people knowing the way I was living.
Over the winter I was sitting around the house a lot being a house husband. I did a lot of dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. I think maybe it was in early March of 2011 that I decided to clean the basement. I found a box containing some old Christian music CD's. I started listening to them while puttering around the house. Over the next few weeks I really started listeng to the words and message they contained. But, I still didn't go to church with my wife even though she invited me week after week and month after month.
I said to myself that I ought to at least make an appearance at church once in awhile. Over the next 2 or 3 weeks I kept talking myself out of it. I felt as if there were a literal battle going on inside of me. One day before I knew it I wasn't talking to myself but to God. I said to Him that I just can't be the type of person that He expects me to be. I'd say that I tried time after time to be holy, a good person, and just failed miserably! I would pace around the house most of the morning and afternoon like this.
Finally, I just told him that I was sorry, but I tried and tried for years to be a good person. I said I was not worthy and can't change myself. Then something happened. There was no booming voice, the earth didn't shake, and there was no brilliant lights flashing. I'm not sure to this day if it was in my head, my heart or my mind. I heard just three little words. "No, you can't!" How the words were communicated doesn't matter to me. Anyway, they reached right into the very core of my being. There is no doubt in my mind or heart that God chose to speak to me personally. I think He knew that I was at the lowest point I had ever been in my life.
Right then and there I fell to the floor on my face and asked him to forgive me for my sins and come into my heart. This time I wasn't just speaking words with my mouth. It was my heart speaking to Him. I stayed that way for an hour or so just pouring out my heart and asking Him to forgive me for ignoring Him for so many years. At that moment I knew that I was never going to be the same again. Everything that I was harboring in my heart was taken way! I also KNEW that was I was forgiven.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not perfect. But, I know that when I do sin or mess up that I can go before Him and be assured that if I coness and ask forgiveness that He will and does. I will never be able to express how much Jesus has changed me or what He is still doing. I also know that He has given me His Holy Spirit to help me in this walk that I have chosen.
Well. That is my story. No. It's more than a story. This is my testimony about how I met God.
My sincerest prayer is that if anyone reads this it will cause them to think about where they stand in their relationship to God. If there is any doubt about where you stand then I would encourage you to just admit your sin, repent and ask Jesus into your heart and ask Him to be your Lord and Savior. Don't put it off. None of us is guaranteed a tomorrow.
A lot had happened between 1982 and 2011. Please bear with me here for a bit longer. I did learn a lot over the years about the Bible, God, and Jesus. I thought I was really something!
Jumping ahead to 2011.
A few years ago I was pretty busy with work and didn't make it to church every Sunday. Eventually, I stopped going all together except on the usual holidays like Christmas. But, to be honest, even when I did go I wasn't there. Sure, I would take notes on the sermon. I usually spent more time doodling or making a list of the things that needed to be done.
Occasionally, a church member would get up and share with the church about something God was doing in their lives. They would talk about Him like they knew Him personally. I was happy for them. But, I never felt that way. Even though I tried. This is about where I decided that I just wasn't getting anything out of going to church. I really didn't think I should be sitting there in God's house with His people knowing the way I was living.
Over the winter I was sitting around the house a lot being a house husband. I did a lot of dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc. I think maybe it was in early March of 2011 that I decided to clean the basement. I found a box containing some old Christian music CD's. I started listening to them while puttering around the house. Over the next few weeks I really started listeng to the words and message they contained. But, I still didn't go to church with my wife even though she invited me week after week and month after month.
I said to myself that I ought to at least make an appearance at church once in awhile. Over the next 2 or 3 weeks I kept talking myself out of it. I felt as if there were a literal battle going on inside of me. One day before I knew it I wasn't talking to myself but to God. I said to Him that I just can't be the type of person that He expects me to be. I'd say that I tried time after time to be holy, a good person, and just failed miserably! I would pace around the house most of the morning and afternoon like this.
Finally, I just told him that I was sorry, but I tried and tried for years to be a good person. I said I was not worthy and can't change myself. Then something happened. There was no booming voice, the earth didn't shake, and there was no brilliant lights flashing. I'm not sure to this day if it was in my head, my heart or my mind. I heard just three little words. "No, you can't!" How the words were communicated doesn't matter to me. Anyway, they reached right into the very core of my being. There is no doubt in my mind or heart that God chose to speak to me personally. I think He knew that I was at the lowest point I had ever been in my life.
Right then and there I fell to the floor on my face and asked him to forgive me for my sins and come into my heart. This time I wasn't just speaking words with my mouth. It was my heart speaking to Him. I stayed that way for an hour or so just pouring out my heart and asking Him to forgive me for ignoring Him for so many years. At that moment I knew that I was never going to be the same again. Everything that I was harboring in my heart was taken way! I also KNEW that was I was forgiven.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not perfect. But, I know that when I do sin or mess up that I can go before Him and be assured that if I coness and ask forgiveness that He will and does. I will never be able to express how much Jesus has changed me or what He is still doing. I also know that He has given me His Holy Spirit to help me in this walk that I have chosen.
Well. That is my story. No. It's more than a story. This is my testimony about how I met God.
My sincerest prayer is that if anyone reads this it will cause them to think about where they stand in their relationship to God. If there is any doubt about where you stand then I would encourage you to just admit your sin, repent and ask Jesus into your heart and ask Him to be your Lord and Savior. Don't put it off. None of us is guaranteed a tomorrow.