Today's guest will be a man I know very well. In fact, I've known Bob my entire life. To tell the truth, he's my Dad! :)
I couldn't resist asking him to share his testimony, and because we love each other so much, he couldn't resist saying yes. He's been a wonderful influence and blessing in my life, I couldn't imagine growing up in any other way. Thanks for putting the time and effort into raising me in this way, Dad!
I am glad that Megan asked me to be a guest writer on her blog. To write about the difference Jesus had made in my life is my favorite theme. Like many of you, I was saved by the grace of God at a young age. I look back over the years and believe that it was true. However, my story is not about one who was able to rest in that truth. I was actually 12 years old. Though I had attended church as a very young child, I did not know anything about the Gospel. My earliest remembrance of church was about the time I was learning to read, and I began to recognize words in the hymn book as the congregation sang. I knew what they said, but I didn’t know what they meant.
As a family, we moved from one church to another, and by the time I was 12, I began to understand the message of the Gospel. I was taught about the death of Jesus and my sin that caused it. However, I think I understood it more as ‘information’ and not as a personal thing Jesus did for me. I can’t fully say that I knew how wonderful it was that Jesus saved me at the age of 12, but I am glad that He didn’t leave me in my ignorance.
I chose to attend Moody Bible Institute when I graduated from high school. My primary reason was because it was ‘cheap’, close by, and I could be trained to be a pastor (though I was uncertain of this point). How little I knew that at MBI I would come to really know my Savior in a personal way. My first semester was very difficult – primarily because I was rebelling against the teaching I heard. There was a war in my wicked heart, and believe it or not, it was the Book of John that angered me so much. The claims of Christ were so clear, but I didn’t want to believe them. Somehow, I passed the course, but only by the slimmest of margins. Yet, it was ‘out of the frying pan, into the fire’, as my next course was the Book of Romans. It was as if God had directed all of his guns at me. I was surrounded by fellowstudents who devoured His Word and rested in His work of salvation. I began to date a pretty blonde (who later became my wife) – and she also had a sound hold on salvation. And then, God brought me into the classroom,where the Book of Romans was being taught (several students thought in a rather dry way)…. But I was absolutely captivated. As the teacher worked through chapters 1-3, I didn’t realize that time was still moving. I did become to realize that sin was not a trivial thing with God. Weeks later, he reached chapter 5, and my resistance was completely gone. I understood for the first time, the depth of my sin and the thoroughness in which Jesus saved me. It literally changed my life. All the years that have followed (quite a few) have given me much time to study and confirm in my heart that Jesus is the author of my salvation. Now, He has given me the privilege of telling others about His salvation. It is my joy to help them understand how great His salvation is.
Thanks for sharing, Dad!
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