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
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My Life’s Journey With Christ
My testimony always sounded boring to me. I never had a miraculous change or an obviously God-thing happen so that everyone could hear the “Hallelujah” chorus being sung over my head. I simply grew up in church all my life. I heard all about Jesus and His love for me ever since before I can remember.
My pastor always began invitation the same way every service: “Bow your head and close your eyes. All those who know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are saved, raise your hands.” I peeked every Sunday and saw everybody raise their hands. “Now,” he would continue, “anybody who couldn’t do that, who doesn’t know for sure that you are saved, raise your hand so I can pray for you.” Nobody ever raised their hands that they weren’t sure.
I asked my Mom one day while she was sewing, “Why does everyone get to raise their hands every Sunday at church?” She told me I needed to be saved and taught me the sinner’s prayer. I bowed my head and repeated that prayer, raising my hand right then.
I just wanted to be like everyone else in my church. That’s just what everyone in my world did. Salvation and baptism were just what every good little church girl did. And I was determined to be the best little church girl. I followed all the rules, trying to please my parents, Sunday School teachers, pastor, and school teachers. When my pastor baptized me, he asked me some questions about salvation. I don’t remember what they were or how I answered them, but whatever my serious answers were, they prompted the entire congregation to laugh at me.
The next year when I was seven, my little sister started asking questions about heaven and hell one night after church. My mom and dad sat us both down and told us again about the Gospel. I felt that I hadn’t really understood it before and was scared to think I might still go to hell whenever I died. I prayed again, and I believe I truly repented that night. But I had already been baptized in front of everybody, so I didn’t tell anyone.
I remember being excited enough to tell the Gospel to my best friend at school. She was shocked when I used the word “hell.” 🙂 I told her, “It’s okay to use the word if you mean the place, but you don’t want to go there.” I was always really active in the church youth group and made it a point to “do” my daily devotions every morning.
But I struggled with doubt all through my school years. I would wonder, “What if I didn’t say the right words? What if I didn’t mean it sincerely? What if I hadn’t understood it enough? What if I couldn’t remember the exact date or the exact words I prayed?” I would pray over and over, “Lord, if I wasn’t really saved before, save me now.” But I was never sure.
When I turned 15, the year of spiritual darkness began. I doubted everything I was ever taught, even down to the existence of any god whatsoever! Through soul-searching and a little bit of research in our tiny little school library, I decided there had to be a higher being that created the universe. It couldn’t have just happened for no reason; there is no effect without a cause.
Then I wondered if He was just a Force or maybe the God of the Muslims, Mormons, or Jehovah’s Witnesses. But I had many times before felt Him speak to me through His Word, enough to prove to me that He was the God of the Bible. But was the Bible to be interpreted literally or liberally? I was even forced into debating religion at school. It was me against all my other classmates, who were either Mormons or atheists. I had answers for all of their arguments and questions. But I still doubted every once in a while.
I made the decision early on to go to a Christian college. I desperately prayed, asking for guidance in college choice as well as career choice. I never got a definitive answer for the career, but I felt my choices narrowing and narrowing until I chose PCC. The very first week of my Freshmen year, they held a revival. I realized that all this time, though I knew the doctrines and believed intellectually in all the right beliefs, I had not been trusting in Jesus alone. I had been trusting—or rather, not trusting but doubting—in my prayer and understanding of my salvation prayer. After that, I never doubted again! “He is faithful and just to cleanse us from all our unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9). Praise the Lord!
Again, one of the reasons why I had doubts was because there was never a particular day that miraculously changed my life. There was never any obvious, glaring sin that I just stopped cold-turkey. But I’m now so thankful that the Lord saved me from that life of dirty sin, stained and heartbroken. I had and still have sins, but they are hidden inside, attitudes of my heart that are nasty and selfish. The Holy Spirit is slowly but surely sanctifying me and transforming me more and more into the image of the Son of God, Jesus Christ. And while I am no longer fearful of going to hell but know that I will eventually go to Heaven, everlasting life has already begun here. John 10:10 “The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My [Jesus’s] purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life,” an abundant life, full of joy and struggle at the same time. I will never be perfect, but He is slowly perfecting me more and more. This is sanctification. This is my life now.