I'd love to hear about people stories of how they found Christ - their journeys and struggles. Does anybody want to share? or at least direct me to where they are posted?
I read your testimony on your profile. Wow, I can really relate to yours in certain ways, especially how you were before that one day that you listened to the Christian radio station. I didn't care too much for God or church either and at a certain point, about a year and a half before my realization, i started going to church too, and I didn't know why. The challenge for me right now also is not to go back to my old habits. It's so easy to do because our society is so secular. I pray about keeping on the narrow path as well.
Thanks you guys for sharing your stories!! I haven't read all of them just yet, but i got through about half
I will share this realization moment with you because I've been dying to tell somebody so I can find out if anybody else has had this experience. It falls short of a full testimony, but here it goes...
During graduate school I was in a really bad place. I was struggling to find a job, struggling to keep up in class, where I was doing very poorly, and I was unhappy socially. When I got invited (rare) I'd go out and drink too much, spending money I didn't have on expensive drinks, and feeling unhappy, always leaving the party feeling regretful and sad, thinking what was the point of that. I had gone out with a guy and drank too much and let things go too far, and missed class the next day. And for what, the guy wasn't interested in me any more , so that went nowhere. It was a form of self-sabotage I believe. I did vow to not act in that manner ever again - getting drunk and doing reckless stuff I wouldn't do while sober. But it was around that time, that I started feeling like this is not right. I had this feeling inside that this had to be the rock bottom. [and I should note that I was never an "alcoholic" or anything - it's just that when I did go out, i'd not know my limit and i'd think that i'd have more fun if intoxicated, and I was insecure... And another thing I should note is that my "rock bottom" was pretty tame compared to what I know a lot of my peers think is no big deal. But i had always had a nagging feeling inside me that I didn't like this lifestyle, even if it wasn't totally "badass" (lol)] I was losing sleep out of anxiety and guilt. I had already made a habit of going to Catholic Church every week, and it made me feel calm and protected during that hour or so, but I also felt very little, like I was going through the motions. (I happen to still think that Catholic masses are the same routine each time, except for the reading of the Gospel, which takes about 4% of the time you're there. the rest of it is identical to every other mass, if you ask me. No offense if you attend a Catholic mass, i'm just saying I couldn't get into it.)
At around that time, during the same month as that date with that guy, I actually began to forego my bed and started setting up a blanket on the floor, Japanese style, except without a cushion. I didn't tell anybody. Not even my roommate knew what I was up to. And I know it was a weird thing to do. But there was something oddly comforting in it. I am not sure if I was trying to punish myself - as in, I thought I didn't deserve a soft bed, or if it was the idea of having to clean it up in the morning and set it up in the evening that forced me to get into a routine, rather than laying in bed all day. I also would cry myself to sleep fairly regularly. I felt very lonely and scared.
Well, here's the part where I am wondering if anybody else can relate or if I am completely crazy. don't be afraid to tell me. One night when I was laying on the floor, and I think i was crying, I felt this presence come into the room and hovered over me. I didn't SEE anything, but i just KNEW that it was God (or the Holy Spirit?) and it spoke to me, well not actually SPOKE to me, it was like it transmitted the message into my brain without me actually HEARING it, if that makes sense. The message I received was that I do not need to be afraid because everything is going to be ok, and He is taking care of it. I'm sorry to say that the memory is gettiing fuzzy. I really really wish I had memorialized what happened, but I didn't so i'm almost forgetting exactly what happened. But whenever i start to do things or am tempted to do worldly things that go against God, I think, don't you remember that night? when I was visited by the Holy Spirit? It was THE turning point for me.
I never actually explained it to anybody else. And when it happened, I was very unfamiliar with anybody else's testimony or Bible stories. All I had to work with was that "encounter" and at the time I just KNEW who it was. And I was pretty amazed. A part of me still can't believe it 100%, because it's like one of those things you can't explain through earthly logic.
so the thing about how SOMETHING came over me that night and told me (for lack of a better word) that im being looked after and I should stop being so scared /sad... is this consistent with other people's experiences? what do you think?
yes, that's what I did. basically when it happened, it was close to the end of the semester and finals time so I was focused on that, but i spent a lot of time looking up people's testimonies on youtube and watching some sermons. Literally, as soon as finals were over, I looked into Christian groups and found that one, and i think i emailed the people whose contact info was listed on Christmas Eve, lol. I joined the group, and the people were great. It was all I could ask for at that time. It was perfect. But now that time has passed i'm realizing those people were meant to be in my life just for a season. If you saw some of my other posts, I have since felt those people have not been as friendly to me. I just don't want to force it if it wasn't meant to be. it seems like i'm getting plenty of signs to just move on already.Hi jmilly that is an interesting testimony thank you for sharing. What happened after that? I.e. did God lead you to Scripture? I think I saw in one of your other posts that you joined a Christian group on campus?
That's great, time alone with God is wonderful. Yes being familiar with Holy Scripture is only to the believer's benefit. Without being familiar with it can be easier to get tricked by false teachers/false prophets. What did God lead you to believe about Jesus Christ?
I believed in the Lord Jesus as my Lord and Savior when I was around seven years old. I can still remember vividly that moment at summer camp when the invitation (altar call) was given. I didn’t go forward, though. I just sat right where I was seated on that hard wooden bench in the Pavilion at Beulah Beach Camp grounds, on Lake Erie, in Ohio. I wept, poured my heart out to God, repented of my sin, asked for his forgiveness, and invited him into my life to be my Savior. I know I was transformed of the Spirit of God at that very moment. I wanted nothing more in life but to follow Jesus wherever he would lead me.
I was very involved in church as a child, as a youth, as a young adult, and into my more mature adult years. My birth family was there just about every time the doors were open, as the saying goes. Yet, my home life was difficult. There were abuse and neglect issues. Yet, that only drew me closer to my Lord. I drew on his strength and comfort all the time just to make it through each day. It wasn’t all bad, though. I have happy memories, too. I was not a perfect child, though. I battled with temptations of my flesh, and sometimes I gave in. Yet I know I went to the Lord in prayer, asking for his help, guidance, wisdom and strength to help me to resist Satan, to flee temptation, and to draw near to God.
I took God and his word very seriously. That made me an odd ball, peculiar, different. I was never popular. Yet, I wanted to do what he said and what his word said. I had a strong child-like faith that believed God and took him at his word. During missionary conferences, the call to go to the mission field pulled on my heart strings. I cried out to God, committing myself to follow my Lord wherever he would send me. “I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord, o’er mountain, or plain, or sea; I’ll say what You want me to say, dear Lord, I’ll be what You want me to be” (Mary Brown), I would sing. And, yet, it was not his will for me to go to a foreign mission field at that time in my life. My work was on the home front.
I married Rick Love in August of 1972, nearly 42 years ago. We have four children. We have lived many different places. For many years we were very involved in church ministry together, singing in the choir, in ensembles, singing duets or in small groups, teaching Bible studies or working with children, youth and then college students. We had and have our battles, too. No marriage is perfect. Yet we have had many good years together, too, and I have an abundance of happy memories of our times together, and with our children, with our children’s spouses, too, and with their children, i.e. with our grandchildren, now totaling twelve – seven girls and five boys. I love our family times together. My grandchildren bless my heart on a regular basis. I know I am very blessed, and I don’t take that for granted.
Because of my close walk with the Lord, though, and because I took him and his word so seriously, I faced a lot of rejection in my life. I am not saying I was perfect or that people were not rejecting my personality, or that I didn’t have room for improvement, or that I never failed. I did, and I still do, yet I often stood out like a sore thumb because of my relationship with my Lord and because of my seriousness concerning his word. It hurt to get rejected and to be misunderstood, though. And, although I knew my Lord was there, and that he would comfort me, encourage me, counsel me and help me through these times, I struggled to truly grasp his sovereignty over my life, and so there were times when I just wanted to give up and run away from it all. There were times when I did just that, too.
I went through a period of several years where I was on an emotional roller coaster ride, it seemed. I would walk with the Lord and obey him and be in fellowship with him for a time, and then I would regress and would escape into sinful behavior patterns, only to come back to the Lord and follow him again, only to fall back into sin again and to disobey him. I would never have imagined at an earlier point in my life that I would have ever gotten to this low point in my life where I did some of the things that I did in disobedience to my Lord, but I did. Yet, in his love and mercy, “He reached down from heaven and rescued me; drew me out of waters so deep, I’d sink. He delivered me from Satan and my slavery to sin;” and he gave me hope once again. I shut the door on my past, and I never went back.
Then, the Lord Jesus called me to be a missionary, to take his gospel to the ends of the earth, but not by sending me physically to a foreign country. He called me to write down what he teaches me through his word each day, and to give it to a “runner” (the internet) so that the runner could “Run With It.” He spoke to me through Habakkuk 2:2-4:
Then the Lord replied:
“Write down the revelation
and make it plain on tablets
so that a herald may run with it.
For the revelation awaits an appointed time;
it speaks of the end
and will not prove false.
Though it linger, wait for it;
it will certainly come
and will not delay.
Then he did something I would have never imagined in my wildest dreams. He gave me dreams and visions as allegories to illustrate Biblical truth in a way which was relevant to the world around me, and that was applicable to my life and to the life of the church. He showed me things I would not have known had he not revealed them to me through his Spirit. And, with great fear and trembling, but in the power and working of the Spirit within me, and with child-like faith, I dared to share what I believed he was revealing to me through his word and by his Spirit, i.e. how the word of God is being fulfilled in our day, and how it is to be applied to the real life situations which are going on in our world.
He also gave me numerous songs, too, to write as my testimony for him, and for my encouragement, and for the encouragement and strengthening of the body of Christ. The words and music came from him and from his word, so all praise and glory go to him. Most all of the songs, if not all, contain the gospel of Jesus Christ. The Lord Jesus has had me sharing that gospel in writing for eight years this past June 27th. It is the gospel taught by Christ and by the apostles, but it is not a popular message today, and it is becoming even less popular as the days go by and so many are altering it to make it pleasing to humans.
Many throughout the world are being killed for that gospel. And, it is because they “keep God’s commands and hold fast their testimony about Jesus” (See Rev. 12:17), they do not deny his name, they refuse to bow to “the beast,” and they will not take its mark. Amen!
He Reached Down / An Original Work / February 3, 2014
Based off Psalm 18
How I love You, Lord,
My Rock and my strength.
My God is my fortress;
I hide in Him.
He is my shield and the horn of
My salvation, whom I praise.
I have found my refuge in Him.
He reached down from heaven
And rescued me;
Drew me out of waters
So deep, I’d sink.
He delivered me from Satan
And my slavery to sin;
Gave me hope of heaven with Him.
My God turned my darkness
Into His light;
Opened up my blinded eyes;
Gave me sight.
As for God, his way is perfect.
He gives strength to stand secure.
I have found my vict’ry in Him.
My Lord lives!
Praise be to my Savior God,
Jesus Christ, who died
On a cruel cross.
He is my Rock and the source
Of my salvation, whom I trust.
I will give praise always to Him.