What were you doing when you were saved?

[righteousdude2]

I was on a date, in the late afternoon on Christmas Eve, 1966. My date and I were exchanging Christmas gifts, because we knew each were going to personal family functions later that evening!

She took the time to question my relationship, or lack of, with Jesus. And when she asked if I were saved, I could only tell here that I was a member of a local church, and had a membership card to prove it.

She then shared what Jesus came to do, and why He died for me, and I finally realized that I never had a relationship with the Father, just a religion, and I asked her to help me find my way to Him so I could be saved and know it!

What a glorious day that was, and I've never been the same! He gave me something that afternoon that could never be taken away, and it was truly genuine and a life-changing moment. It was like a light turned on deep within my soul! A light that I never knew existed! :godisgood:

So, what were you doing when you were saved?

 

[pinoybaptist]

testing testing testing...this is the page where I get the Forbidden Access 404 or something....the short post went through, the longer post did not...what's going on, admins?

 

[Zaac]

What were you doing when you were saved? Praying and begging God to forgive me...and I hope the same applies for anyone who calls himself a follower of Christ. :flower:

 

[pinoybaptist]

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why am I getting this page from BB when replying to the post ?

 

[pinoybaptist]

I will try again.
If you mean saved in the gospel sense, I was 'underground' while still trying to earn a living for my young family and got invited to church by a preacher I was prospecting for my sales job.
I went, he preached, I wanted a copy of a New Testament, so I walked forward to 'accept Christ' in return for the copy.

 

[Earth Wind and Fire]

I was driving to college listing to a Cd of Max McClane (sp?) Recording of George Whitefield called "Method of Grace." That recording accused me of fooling myself that I was a Christian.

 

[righteousdude2]

That is the same with me!

testing testing testing...this is the page where I get the Forbidden Access 404 or something....the short post went through, the longer post did not...what's going on, admins?

I wish I had an answer. I've asked this same questions several times, and got no real answer back. I thought we'd have someone on the board that would be tech advanced and able to give us a clue!

Any ways, with me, Sometimes I use the Nook pad, and I found that I was still signed into the board on the pad, and after I closed out the board on the Nook, I no longer got error messages!

One person said it was a filter, but there are no words that I use that others use and don't seem to have problems with posting.

Good luck, you deserved something of a response and an opinion from a person that knows absolutely nothing about the web. :laugh:

 

[TCassidy]

I was reading my bible when the Father drew me to the Son and regenerated my sin sick soul and gave me faith to believe.

 

[evenifigoalone]

I was actually five years old and don't remember much about it. I do remember the actual day; the morning's activities getting ready for church, and this one moment from when I was praying with the pastor.
Other than that, I remember nothing.

When I was 16, I was inspired to rededicate my life to God after my mom had us read this book called Though None Go With Me, by Jerry B. Jenkins. That was a real life changer. But even before that I had begun to develop my relationship with God closer, and the Holy Spirit began to show me many things through the Bible.

 

[Scarlett O.]

I was sitting in crowded church on a hot August Sunday morning in 1970. I was 8, almost 9.

I was watching a 16-year-old young man preach as it was "youth revival" time. Back in the day, that meant a young person would preach, another would lead the singing, etc....

I can remember that he must have been wearing his father's suit, because it was very baggy on him and in my 8-year-old, almost 9-year-old heart I remember laughing at him and saying to myself ...

.."He can't preach and shouldn't be up there. He's just a teenager."
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In my limited understanding, church was a "grown up" thing and that my parents took me because they didn't want to get a baby-sitter. I understand that someday, I would do the "church thing", having no idea what that meant. I believed there was a God, but I had not trusted Him for salvation.

God spoke to me in that seat that morning when I questioned the young man's preaching credentials.

He spoke to me as clear as day ...

..."I can call anyone to do anything that I want. Any age. Anyone. And today .... I am calling you."

As I sat there and mulled all of that over and was in an epiphaneous state over it all, I heard the same, yet different voice that I truly believe was the Holy Spirit guiding me into what to do. He said to me ....

...."now that you understand this, what are you going to do?"
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I knew what to do. I knew that to respond to God was to turn my life over to Christ and in my church, that meant telling someone and letting them guide you. So I told my mother, "Mama, I think Jesus wants me to be a Christian today."

I remember saying those exact words to the preacher during the altar call. I'll never forget his exact words and the smile on the face when he leaned over, took my hands in his, and said, "Well, Kim...."

I don't have a clue what the preacher said to me after that nor do I remember praying any sinner's prayer.

I just remember that God told me personally and specifically that He was calling me, the Holy Spirit told me that I needed to respond to God, and that I made the decision that day to obey and to submit myself to Christ.

No bells, no whistles, no hopping over pews, no deep cries of remorse ... just a plain and simple turning my life over to the One who saves.

P.S. The young 16-year-old teen who was preaching went on to be a wonderful preacher/pastor.

 

[annsni]

I was 7 and playing with Barbies. My brother was in my room with me and playing with something (I can't remember now) and my mom walked in and spoke to us about the Gospel. She had been saved just the week before and had read the entire New Testament that week only to realize after the glow of salvation that the rest of the family was going to hell. Walt and I were her first successful converts. In 6 months, 18 members of our family were saved as well.

 

[righteousdude2]

That was awesome.....

I was 7 and playing with Barbies. My brother was in my room with me and playing with something (I can't remember now) and my mom walked in and spoke to us about the Gospel. She had been saved just the week before and had read the entire New Testament that week only to realize after the glow of salvation that the rest of the family was going to hell. Walt and I were her first successful converts. In 6 months, 18 members of our family were saved as well.

Sounds like your missed her calling.....as an evangelist?

 

[pinoybaptist]

hey, RD2....

hey, bro....you know that 404 access forbidden you and I were getting ? it IS the filtering....

my original post had the words "h-e-l-l" and gang-b-a-n-g-ing in it and wouldn't go through unless I modified it like so....
funny, eh ?
and I kicked google chrome for it. lol.

 

[annsni]

hey, bro....you know that 404 access forbidden you and I were getting ? it IS the filtering....

my original post had the words "h-e-l-l" and gang-b-a-n-g-ing in it and wouldn't go through unless I modified it like so....
funny, eh ?
and I kicked google chrome for it. lol.

The gang word right next to banging is what is filtered. Hell was fine.

 

[annsni]

Sounds like your missed her calling.....as an evangelist?

She was an amazing woman and had no fear with her faith. She lived it out and led many to the Lord over the years! She was taken from us at 63 years old - way too soon but I guess just right in the Lord's timing.

 

[Zaac]

I was 7 and playing with Barbies. My brother was in my room with me and playing with something (I can't remember now) and my mom walked in and spoke to us about the Gospel. She had been saved just the week before and had read the entire New Testament that week only to realize after the glow of salvation that the rest of the family was going to hell. Walt and I were her first successful converts. In 6 months, 18 members of our family were saved as well.

That is

 

[InTheLight]

On my knees in a prayer room at Soul's Harbor in downtown Minneapolis repenting and asking God for forgiveness and to save me. This was March 13, 1971. My mom was doing the same thing kneeling next to me.

 

[thisnumbersdisconnected]

OK, here goes again ...

After years of suffering from PTSD and having the choice to either give up drinking or give up flying while still in the Army, I was a wreck. When I got out, I started building houses with my father-in-law, a developer. But the success I had wasn't enough. I was anxious, withdrawn, had night tremors and nightmares, auditory hallucinations ... I couldn't shake them by myself and was trying to distract my troubled mind with anything I could. So I started gambling.

Did well at first but poorly from then on, ran up unbelievable debt my then-wife found out about, and booted my out of the house because of it. Instead of finding help, I found another woman -- without the benefit of a completed divorce. She got me to go to church (not knowing I was still married). After six months, the divorce was finalizing and I was devastated -- I was going to lose everything including wife, kids, house, and of course my business. And I was still lying to the lady friend.

One Sunday the pastor preached a sermon about me. I was convinced of it. All the desperation, anxiety, fear, doubt and depression he talked about was in me -- a man without Christ. But I didn't act. I walked out of that church knowing I should have done something but didn't.

The following Wednesday, the divorce was final. I was in a daze. I guess I thought somehow, some way it was all going to just disappear -- the divorce, the debt, the loss. It didn't.

I drove around and found myself at the church. It was 4.30 in the afternoon. I walked in. I asked to see the pastor, and he came out at the sound of my voice and invited me in. I found out later the pastor would normally have been home by then to eat early and return for evening service. To this day I don't know the reason he stayed, but I do know why he stayed.

The pastor missed the evening service. He interrupted me just once to ask his associate to come in, take his message notes, and deliver it at the service. He never gave me the impression I was taking up his time or he had better things to do. He listened for three hours, asking only the occasional question.

And when I finally shut up, he gave me the gospel in two minutes. And I believed. I felt the Holy Spirit enter into me. It was 7.29 p.m., March 3, 1993. And I've never been the same since.

 

[Yeshua1]

I was reading my bible when the Father drew me to the Son and regenerated my sin sick soul and gave me faith to believe.

I was in College, and trying to reason out what made jesus unique as compared to Buddha/Mohammed etc, and after a Month of being witnessed to be 2 SBC guys in my dorm, the Lord had my "light bulb" turn on, and received jesus by faith that very night!

 

[pinoybaptist]

OK, here goes again ...

After years of suffering from PTSD and having the choice to either give up drinking or give up flying while still in the Army, I was a wreck. When I got out, I started building houses with my father-in-law, a developer. But the success I had wasn't enough. I was anxious, withdrawn, had night tremors and nightmares, auditory hallucinations ... I couldn't shake them by myself and was trying to distract my troubled mind with anything I could. So I started gambling.

Did well at first but poorly from then on, ran up unbelievable debt my then-wife found out about, and booted my out of the house because of it. Instead of finding help, I found another woman -- without the benefit of a completed divorce. She got me to go to church (not knowing I was still married). After six months, the divorce was finalizing and I was devastated -- I was going to lose everything including wife, kids, house, and of course my business. And I was still lying to the lady friend.

One Sunday the pastor preached a sermon about me. I was convinced of it. All the desperation, anxiety, fear, doubt and depression he talked about was in me -- a man without Christ. But I didn't act. I walked out of that church knowing I should have done something but didn't.

The following Wednesday, the divorce was final. I was in a daze. I guess I thought somehow, some way it was all going to just disappear -- the divorce, the debt, the loss. It didn't.

I drove around and found myself at the church. It was 4.30 in the afternoon. I walked in. I asked to see the pastor, and he came out at the sound of my voice and invited me in. I found out later the pastor would normally have been home by then to eat early and return for evening service. To this day I don't know the reason he stayed, but I do know why he stayed.

The pastor missed the evening service. He interrupted me just once to ask his associate to come in, take his message notes, and deliver it at the service. He never gave me the impression I was taking up his time or he had better things to do. He listened for three hours, asking only the occasional question.

And when I finally shut up, he gave me the gospel in two minutes. And I believed. I felt the Holy Spirit enter into me. It was 7.29 p.m., March 3, 1993. And I've never been the same since.

You met an under shepherd, my friend. One who recognized a hurt sheep (yes u read that right....u have never been a goat) and gave time to lead you to the Balm of Gilead. A hireling would a treated u like dung.