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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:

 

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

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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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.

 

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 I was anxious, withdrawn, had night tremors and nightmares, auditory hallucinations ...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.

 

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!

 

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.