One must accept Jesus, to be saved. We are already to be saved, but we must exercise our faith by asking, recieving and following! :applause::applause::applause:
I take exception to some of this.
Depending on what you mean by "accept Jesus", I may agree or disagree. If by "accept" you mean receive, I would agree. But if by "accept" you mean something active, like "taking a gift" as some people put it, I would disagree.
Jesus used the analogy of different ground. The sower went out sowing seed. the seed was "received" by some. Nowhere did He teach that the ground reaches up and grabs the seed. Paul said some plant the seed and others water, and God makes it grow.
Asking and following as prerequisites to being born again? No scriptural backing for this.
There isn't any scripture that says we must ask to be saved. There was an SBC pastor (David Platt) who said that a "Sinner's Prayer" is superstitious, and I couldn't agree more. It is a cancerous plague that has infected most of Evangelical Christendom.
Following comes after we are born again, it's not a contractual agreement we make before God will seal the deal.
Before this is dismissed outright, let me tell you of my conversion, with some backdrop.
I was raised in a very legalistic church, so much so that I never once heard the reason Jesus died on the cross. When I was 6 years old, I asked "Why did Jesus die on the cross?"
Answer? "He died because He loves you"
Yeah, that's very true. But, I was asking as to the purpose. What was the need? Why was it necessary? I never got an answer.
Everything was works, obedience, commitment, judgment, condemnation, a fear that Jesus was going to come back and I would be left behind to perish. I'll tell you that every time I heard a train horn, I was scared to death. And we lived only 3 blocks from a switching station. LOTS of train horns. I was petrified.
Their prescription for being saved? Come to the front of the church. Admit you're a sinner. Be real sorry. Confess your sins to God. Turn away from your sins. Ask forgiveness for your sins. Ask Jesus to save you. Ask Jesus to come into your heart. Ask Him to be Lord of your life. Commit to living your life to God. Obey God.
There was not one thing mentioned about Jesus dying a substitutionary death. Nothing about the grace of God, except that it's only by the grace of God that anyone would be found good enough to enter.
I can't count the number of times I asked Jesus to save me and come into my heart. If I had to guess at a realistic number, I would say 800 times before I was 12. Funny thing, though. With all the focus on what
"I" was supposed to do, "saved" was nothing but a mystical word that meant "in a state of good standing as long as you obey" so this "saved" would only last about two or three days. I was pretty rebellious, but that's another story.
There wasn't anything in the teachings which gave any impression of rescue for a sinner. It was condemnation for a sinner, and woe be to any "saved" person found sinning.
They had all the bad news a sinner could handle, but no good news. The preacher said from the pulpit once, "You can't get to heaven on your mom's salvation or your dad's salvation,
no one can get you there but you." And I took that literally - I do it.
Fast forward to when I had become exasperated with trying to be good enough. I quit going to church the day I turned 16. My mom told me I had to be 16 to make that choice, and that's the first choice I made on my birthday. I woke up and said - No More Church. ALRIGHT !!!
When I was 27, my dad was taking my mom to church every week (they had been divorced for years). But he went to jail on a DWI, and it was his 3rd in 10 years, so we knew he was going to prison, which he did.
I called my mom to ask if she needed a ride each week, and she accepted. So we went together. After about 3 weeks, I decided that if I was going to be there every week, I might as well get "saved" again. This would be about the 801st time I was "saved"
So I went through the whole procedure again. But this time was different. I was a grown man now, and I had determination to live my life with all vigor and thrust. I walked out of that church the most self righteous hypocrite you would
never want to meet.
It took about 2 months to drive my wife to leave me, and I had alienated every friend except one, and virtually every coworker couldn't stand me. I guess I thought that if I could browbeat everyone around me into perfection, it would make it easier on me.
After my wife left, my only friend got transferred out of town with his job. So I was alone. I started having all sorts of questions start to nag me from within - How do you know God is real? How do you know you're saved? How do you know you're going to make it to heaven? How do you know salvation is even real? How do you know
you're even real? How do you know you're not the figment of someone's imagination?
Now, it's not like this was a 5 minute experience while in the throes of divorce depression. This psychological emotional turmoil was nonstop for 6 months. I would be in anguish, trying to get this torment to stop. Have you ever run in circles trying to get away from yourself? I have.
I was seeking answers from anybody who called their self a Christian. And I never got anything. I have no idea how many times I cried myself to sleep, the physical turmoil, with my whole body just feeling "upset" like I was sick. I wasn't necessarily seeking God, just solace. I called in sick to work more in that 6 months than ever before.
Most of my coworkers thought it was because of my impending divorce, but I rarely even thought of that situation. I was a spiritual wreck.
I went to a Christian bookstore, trying to see if I might find answer there, and I did. It was book by Erwin Lutzer - How You Can Be Sure You Will Spend Eternity With God
I thought "I NEED THAT BOOK"
I read it, and he was real clear alright. He started out with how someone can sincerely be on the wrong road, with trust in the wrong thing like self, religion or family ties, etc.
Then he got to the main thing - Jesus saves sinners, with no help from the sinner. Simply trust Him.
HERESY, I thought. There was no way I was going to be convinced that Jesus did all the work to "save" me, and that I don't have to (nor can I) contribute anything. I couldn't believe that God had not struck the man dead for such blasphemy. I tell you, I was incensed over that.
I stated praying with all vigor that God would save that man, so that he wouldn't deceive anyone ever again.
But my spiritual anguish continued incessantly. I had nothing within me anymore. I just wanted to hide. It was fierce.
But something drew me back to Lutzer's book a second time. And again, I rejected the message. God required me to keep myself out of hell, not for Jesus to save me from it.
After another week or so, I picked up Lutzer's book again. But this time, I opened my bible too, so I could check out those bible verses he quoted all through the book. It was different this time, because now I was reading that stuff form God's word. I was amazed at how much scripture said exactly what he had said.
But I was still too proud to acknowledge that I had no part to play. I MUST do something, I thought. But it was as if God were rebutting my objections, with questions:
Can't be that easy - Why Not?
I don't know, it just can't be - Why Can't It?
It's not fair - Where Does The Bible Say That?
There must be something I have to do - What About All Those Bible Verses?
I remember that day, arguing with all my strength that there must be some requirement of me. Something I have to do, some commitment I have to make, some certain ritual I have to perform. But after about a half hour of arguing, while I was driving to work, I was left speechless. No more objections, for I could think of none, They had all beet met by the Word of God, and He won.
And I remember thinking:
So Jesus did it all, huh? And I can't contribute anything. That doesn't make any sense. But I've read those bible verses. I guess He did. And the only hope I have of eternal life is that He actually did everything in my place. Wow, that sounds so off-the-wall. But I have nothing left I can argue. I pondered for another minute or two, and I was convinced.
And I can tell you, what I felt was almost indescribable. Something like all the hair on my head standing straight up, but not quite like that. Almost like being flushed, but not quite like that. Almost like something touching my entire body all at once, but not quite like that. Almost like being wrapped in a warm blanket, but not quite like that. But peace. And assurance. Exactly like that.
And I'll say this also. Any time someone says we have to ask to be saved, I call foul. Big foul.
I wasn't just "not asking" to be saved, I was outright demanding that I not be saved.
I was saved when grace met my futile mind, and the Holy Spirit enlightened me to the realization that all my righteousness was like filthy rags. When He overtook my will to stay a Pharisee, and brought repentance to me. Repentance - a change of thinking - metanoia
From futility to faith. Saved by the grace of God, found in the blood of Jesus Christ, by simply believing.
No asking, no committing, no turning from sin, just faith. Sola Fide is just that - faith, by itself.
Do I think everyone's going to have such a dramatic "experience" as me? Maybe, maybe not. Mine was building for over 20 years, from the time I was 6 years old, asking how can I know I'm going to be in heaven when I die.
Being born again is an experience. But not something we "do"