Welcome to Songs of Salvation, a Sunday feature. Each week I will feature a different Christian author to share their "Song of Salvation", a post that is intended to uplift, encourage and glorify God.
And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death. Revelation 12:11 NLT
Authors, find out how to share your Song of Salvation here.
When Phyllis Helton asked me to share my salvation testimony, I wasn’t real sure what to say. I mean some people have these amazing testimonies, where God saved them from this, that or the next thing. My preacher husband is one of those with an amazing testimony. He was a typical sailor, getting drunk on his days off and wild women in every port… But when he wondered if this was all there was to life, God put a happy, always smiling marine in his path who introduced him to Christ. From that moment on, Steve was sold out for Christ. He quit drinking. Quit smoking. Quit the wild women. And he dedicated his life to Christ.
My story isn’t so exciting. You see, my parents and grandparents were Christians. My dad wanted to go into the ministry and put a lot of time and effort into Bible studies. I was raised in church. Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and every time the church doors were open, we were there. I was a prize-winning Bible verse memorizer and cut my teeth on Christian books. I knew the lingo, walked the walk and talked the talk.
It became real to me the first Sunday of November when I was eight years old. I know some would say that a child wouldn’t understand, but I understood. It was communion Sunday and I was sitting beside my mom while the pastor read from the King James Version, the typical communion message, specifically from 1 Corinthians 11:29 which says: For he that eateth and drinketh unworthily, eateth and drinketh damnation to himself, not discerning the Lord’s body.
Remember I was raised in a Christian home. The D word was not used. And I was eight. I remember leaning over to Mom and whispering “What does damnation mean?”
She whispered back, “It means you’ll go to Hell.”
Oh! Simple definition, easy enough for an eight year old to understand. I didn’t take communion. And when the pastor had the altar call I took Mom’s hand and we were the first ones at the front of the church.
Reverend Rill took me into a back room with his Bible and explained the plan of Salvation to me in simple terms. I prayed and asked Jesus as my savior. And I remember this amazing feeling of God’s spirit taking residence in my soul. I knew I was saved. No if, ands, or buts. It was done.
That isn’t saying I was a mature Christian right away. I wasn’t. Like most Christians I grew in spurts. But the biggest, most life-changing growth happened when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had five children, the youngest being three years old. I didn’t have time for cancer. But God decided to put me through the steps. Mastectomy. Chemo. Radiation. More chemo.
I told God that if I survived this, I was His. My life would be solely His. Completely sold out. I meant it. And it is. I became a prayer warrior. I immersed myself in scripture, reading devotions—particularly the meaty ones that make you think and grow, and I read the Bible. Not only that, but my stories that I played with writing started having a strong faith message.
I am His. It is not about me. It’s about Him. It’s about the cross.
I am eternally in His debt and any crowns I earn will someday be cast at His feet.
Psalm 115:1 says:
Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us,
But to Your name give glory,
Because of Your mercy,
Because of Your truth.