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Since I'm new I will start by giving the story how I came to be in Christ. First some background, I grew up believing in God and that Jesus being the Son of God and that he died for us on the cross so we can be saved. Beyond that our family was not involved in any church except a few visits around the holidays until I was 12 until 14. So the seeds were sown.
By 16 I was open, wide open to hear about Jesus. I would go on the side of my mom's house to pray and ask God why was I created, for what purpose. I would pray about many things since I was disillusioned with life in general. God put it in my heart to seek Him and that is what I did. Proverbs was the first book I read, it was a breath of fresh air. I wanted to know God but was not interested in most churches we went to. Even reading The Children's Bible Story was good---the concepts were there though only a narrative of the Bible. I read through the whole OT section. I had a strong sense of (((GOD))). How else to put that?
And a few months after turning 17 (this went on for about 9 months) I went to the Halloween Ball on UF Campus. While being there I was disgusted, this reminded me Israel in the desert dancing around the golden calf. I knew this was unusual for me, for a teenager esp., but I wanted to know the God who created me. So without saying a word to my older sister and brother I turned my back and walked home 10 miles on Halloween night. I remember asking God for protection on that crazy night.
Once home I laid on my bed and began to pray about my whole life. And so I told God I wanted Him, to know Him, "but not as those religious people." Yeah, that's what I said. So I thanked Jesus for dying on the cross for me, and that He rose from the dead, and He is Lord. Immediately a new joy flooded my inner being. My soul was filled with joy. I did not know my spirit came to life but that is what happens.
The next morning I perceived God wanted me to get out of bed. I had no idea why but got up anyway which was unusual for me esp. if I stayed up late. Soon as my feet hit the floor a young couple knocked on my door to ask me to a Home Evangelistic Bible Study later that week. Their names were Jim and Pat. Later they became friends of mine and Jim finished (as a way of putting it) what God had started. He led me to a greater understanding of Christ Jesus and the Word in general.
So I went to my first Bible study and for the first time I met people who were different---one of the things I prayed about. They seemed to know about spiritual things. The home Bible study was an outreach with Crossroads Church of Christ. That church was good for the time but I eventually left. So did Jim and Pat who moved to Pensacola, FL.
Anyway after a month I went forward to be baptized. They recommend I count the cost and showed me how I was making a commitment to Jesus Christ. I did not even bring up how I prayed the night before I met them though they knew I was open. And so on that Friday night I was baptized in Christ after confessing Him as Lord.
I grew and changed. Teachers in high school noticed a difference since before this I was the usual pot smoker. My mind cleared up. My face cleared up. No one opposed my decision to follow Jesus Christ. They did have reservations about the church I was with. I told them no one has to go to Crossroads to be a Christian, that I belong to Jesus Christ. I did not know at the time the reputation Crossroads had. It was mostly persecution, but part of it was Crossroads over time got the case of the big head and became controlling. For me, though, Jim was discipling me. He already knew the scriptures before Crossroads. And I learned early, instinctively, who to go to and who not to. And after two years Jim and his wife Pat moved to Pensacola with their two new born twins.
I'm leaving a lot out. But there were good relationships and bad ones. If anyone knows of the International Churches of Christ then you know what I mean. This was not as bad but God led me to the right brothers and sisters for friendships and I learned more from them than the church itself. Fellowship was big there. I guess you could say I was with an organic group of believers by default. But after 4 years I left to join the Army and the rest is history. It was after my time in the Army when so many people were leaving Churches of Christ to worship at home. The idea of house church began there but there was so much more to be restored to us.
I've been with Charismatic churches, Calvary Chapel, and see all the more how organic church life is so much more and springs out of our relationship, connection, identity, in Christ Jesus.
Hey Ryan. I read part of your testimony. I didn't know this page was in response to your testimony. I just added my own. I will find out to navigate through here soon.
Great to hear how you came out of depression and alcohol. Better yet you had seen a change in your family and that's one way you came around. Makes a difference when Christians, in your case your parents, are not there to judge you but to help you. There's a big difference. Praise God!
Peace
The cry rings out --- Peace. Peace.
Behold;....... for peace,
I had great bitterness:
Blood on the hands;
Gall on the tongue;
Unforgiveness in the heart.
For the way of peace;
I did not Know .......
Could not know.
Mischief came upon mischief;
Suddenly, in the thick of shadows:
A light ....... Overwhelming Light!
I was without strength -- speechless.
Hubris; perfidy exposed ....... slain.
Inchoation ....... efflorescense ....... metempsychosis:
Promise pierced my soul.
A fresh mind; a pure heart; a new life;
Suddenly Awake! ....... Astounded!
The Spirit is Life...and Peace,
Flowing from Him; through the Body;
Unto the world ....... Unrecognized;
Unrequited .......It must be so;
"For the fruit of righteousness
Is sown in the peace of them that make peace.
And He who formed the Light
And created the darkness.
Will keep that soul in peace.
My verse is my testimony and the witness of my love; He took me from a jail cell almost 40 yrs. ago, and transformed every detail of my life. I am now the father of 6 and the grandfather of 10, with a life so full of His joy that sometimes I have to pinch myself just to make sure I'm not dreaming. Walking with God is truly a wonderful, wonderful life.
Oh the peace from God that surpasses all human understanding! Oh the joy, when God’s children are able to experience that peace the comes only from the Father; the peace that the world yearns for, spending and being spent in search of this hidden treasure that only the cross of Calvary bought for those who would believe in Him that bore that shame to overcome sin and death and conquer the whole world for Himself! We live in times when peace is not spoken about, let alone being felt. Nations are worried about things that they cannot even control. Tragedy looms upon the face of the earth, as lots of resources are ploughed into researching the wrong things—drugs and diseases and deadly weaponry and human physiology among others. Oh that they put all those resources into searching for the unfathomable riches in Christ Jesus; that they researched on love, mercy, grace and kindness.
Arise O Lord, and teach Your children how to live; that they may stop worrying about death and destruction that must come upon them with their filth and stiffnekedness. Pour down Your Spirit from above, that the world may be filled with the glory of Your divine knowledge. Let the shakeables be shaken that those who are rooted in the Rock my bend down and pick the pieces; that the potter may do His work over again on His vessels. O good shepherd, take hold of the lame and tired lamb; the one that needs peace, and hold it in Your warm embrace as You lead others on this straight and narrow that sometimes becomes so dreary.
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