I was raised in an IFBC and clearly remember the circumstances surrounding what has been my pain and fear for 30+ years. As a 5 year old I heard a Sunday night sermon about hell and that night I was unable to sleep. I ran to my parents' room in tears with unbearable fear and begged my dad to tell me what words I needed to say to God to make sure I didn't go to hell. I just repeated what he said but certainly had no concept of how sinful I was (or am) and no concept about the sacrifice of Christ. I simply knew hell was real and that God could save me from it. For the next 15 years I asked God to save me dozens (or more likely hundreds) of times. I dreaded salvation messages because of the fear that would strike me. Many times I ignored the fear but would later ask God "to save me if I'm not already saved" (repeated this over and over). I paid little attention to the sufficiency of Christ and His love and how wonderful He is. I was so fearful of dying that I would panic any time we were doing any activity that could result in my death (roller coasters, swimming, etc.). I spent my childhood with a fear of death and hell.
I felt called to ministry (not sure if that was a true calling) at an early age and attended college to be a pastor/evangelist...all while doubting my salvation. As a freshman in college studying Romans 9 I begged God to save me. I sat in the front row of church each week to learn about the Bible but instead would be overcome with fear. I repeatedly had to be told by pastors and mentors that I was saved and didn't need to keep "coming forward" after sermons. I decided again my Senior Year to follow God and that lasted a whole (3) months. I never did become a preacher or evangelist (as a profession).
For the next 10 years I ignored my fears and lived for myself. Claiming to be a Christian I partied with alcohol most every weekend. But I never stopped believing the truth of the Bible and that God is real and that Biblical salvation is the only way to heaven...I just didn't act like it. I defended the Bible to my "drinking" friends and would be pained to hear them curse God or talk down about Him. I married a wonderful Christian woman who had a definite conversion experience and loves God.
In 2011, I decided to "give up" my partying ways and go back to God. What happened then could only be described as pure torture. I began to read the Bible, Ephesians specifically. For the first time in my life the words "In Christ" jumped off the page at me and I began to go into full panic mode. What did that mean? How had I missed that part of the Bible? While working so hard to get saved I had missed the fact that Christ was the answer. What was later described as "scrupulosity" began to take over my life. I was terrified that I had missed my call to be saved. That I had rejected Christ too long. That I was never saved and could never be. The sins of my past rushed into the forefront of my mind. I prayed through Psalm 51 in wretched tears. I attempted on numerous occasions to "surrender to Jesus" only I couldn't. My mind would not allow me to. At times I felt close but couldn't fully accept Jesus as Savior because something was blocking me. That "block" to me was my indication that I had missed my chance. For nearly 6 months I could barely eat, sleep, work...be a person frankly. I went to many a Christian counselor while refusing medication. But in the end, a Christian Psychiatrist convinced me to take Zoloft. In a matter a weeks it worked. I survived, kept my job, and kept my marriage. The panic went away. The anxiety went away. But in the back of my mind I felt it was only because of the meds and not because I had surrendered. I stayed away from anything that would bring anxiety on (tough passages, conferences). I attended church and would cry most times bc I wanted what others had but couldn't get. But the meds took the constant worry away.
Fast forward to January of 2016. I have two beautiful children, a great wife, great job, great new church and church friends. But its happening again. I am back to terrible thoughts of condemnation with no way of escape. I began a Bible reading program January 4th and have been slowly getting worse since. I cannot read the Bible without terrible anxiety and condemnation. I cannot pray without intense pain in my mind and heart. Every week at church I have to hold back my tears as the worship music plays. I sing and love it but know its real to others and not me.
I am at a loss for what to do. I know Jesus is Lord and the only way to God. I believe the Bible in its entirety. And I know its only God's grace that I have anything or anyone in my life. But my mind will not allow it to be real for me.
I cannot find any scripture where a person thought they were saved, ran from God and then came back in their late 30s to be saved. I have never felt Joy or Peace or longed for a relationship with Christ. Only wanted to get out of hell. I don't believe I rejected God as a child...I did what I thought was right to get saved.
Does anyone have a similar story yet have found victory in Christ?
I felt called to ministry (not sure if that was a true calling) at an early age and attended college to be a pastor/evangelist...all while doubting my salvation. As a freshman in college studying Romans 9 I begged God to save me. I sat in the front row of church each week to learn about the Bible but instead would be overcome with fear. I repeatedly had to be told by pastors and mentors that I was saved and didn't need to keep "coming forward" after sermons. I decided again my Senior Year to follow God and that lasted a whole (3) months. I never did become a preacher or evangelist (as a profession).
For the next 10 years I ignored my fears and lived for myself. Claiming to be a Christian I partied with alcohol most every weekend. But I never stopped believing the truth of the Bible and that God is real and that Biblical salvation is the only way to heaven...I just didn't act like it. I defended the Bible to my "drinking" friends and would be pained to hear them curse God or talk down about Him. I married a wonderful Christian woman who had a definite conversion experience and loves God.
In 2011, I decided to "give up" my partying ways and go back to God. What happened then could only be described as pure torture. I began to read the Bible, Ephesians specifically. For the first time in my life the words "In Christ" jumped off the page at me and I began to go into full panic mode. What did that mean? How had I missed that part of the Bible? While working so hard to get saved I had missed the fact that Christ was the answer. What was later described as "scrupulosity" began to take over my life. I was terrified that I had missed my call to be saved. That I had rejected Christ too long. That I was never saved and could never be. The sins of my past rushed into the forefront of my mind. I prayed through Psalm 51 in wretched tears. I attempted on numerous occasions to "surrender to Jesus" only I couldn't. My mind would not allow me to. At times I felt close but couldn't fully accept Jesus as Savior because something was blocking me. That "block" to me was my indication that I had missed my chance. For nearly 6 months I could barely eat, sleep, work...be a person frankly. I went to many a Christian counselor while refusing medication. But in the end, a Christian Psychiatrist convinced me to take Zoloft. In a matter a weeks it worked. I survived, kept my job, and kept my marriage. The panic went away. The anxiety went away. But in the back of my mind I felt it was only because of the meds and not because I had surrendered. I stayed away from anything that would bring anxiety on (tough passages, conferences). I attended church and would cry most times bc I wanted what others had but couldn't get. But the meds took the constant worry away.
Fast forward to January of 2016. I have two beautiful children, a great wife, great job, great new church and church friends. But its happening again. I am back to terrible thoughts of condemnation with no way of escape. I began a Bible reading program January 4th and have been slowly getting worse since. I cannot read the Bible without terrible anxiety and condemnation. I cannot pray without intense pain in my mind and heart. Every week at church I have to hold back my tears as the worship music plays. I sing and love it but know its real to others and not me.
I am at a loss for what to do. I know Jesus is Lord and the only way to God. I believe the Bible in its entirety. And I know its only God's grace that I have anything or anyone in my life. But my mind will not allow it to be real for me.
I cannot find any scripture where a person thought they were saved, ran from God and then came back in their late 30s to be saved. I have never felt Joy or Peace or longed for a relationship with Christ. Only wanted to get out of hell. I don't believe I rejected God as a child...I did what I thought was right to get saved.
Does anyone have a similar story yet have found victory in Christ?