in 1973 when I received my first New Testament I read it cover to cover in a matter of days.
it wasn't a red letter NT, just a softbound book.
almost every word and phrase seemed to jump out of the book at me, particularly the crucifixion and resurrection chapters.
Before the last chapter of Revelation, in my heart of hearts I KNEW FOR A FACT that I was, and am, a child of God, and if the trumpet sounded I'd be out of this world.
Before I closed that NT I knew ALL my sins were forgiven, past, present, and future.
When were they forgiven ?
I had no idea.
Were they forgiven when I converted back to my Lord ?
I don't know, and frankly, didn't care, because what was important to me was that still, small voice in my head that told me I am His.
Iluvit, lol, so brother, was your heart burning within you, while he spake to you in the way, while he opened to you the scriptures? Praise the Lord.
Now, a few years with that Baptist group just killed that fire.
Grace, grace, grace, but IF you really are a Christian, don't do this, don't do that, don't go there, don't go here, don't say this, don't say that, yadayadayada don't don't don't, hallelujah.
you get the drift.
Yeah, I get the drift. This is an old ‘evil under the sun’, the same evil brought to light and expounded on in Ezek 34 & Mt 23, that burdens and gives no rest or comfort, that muddies the water and fouls the pasture and drives the sheep away. There’s little real nourishment or rest or comfort or joy or peace or edification for His little lambs in the man-centric religion of our day.