- Apr 25, 2019
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Oh man. I was reading The Pilgrim's Progress and it got to the part about apostasy, and I began to get really nervous. It says how apostates at first seem to make a decision to follow Christ and stuff because they fear hell, but when that fear subsides, they fall back into sin and then end up falling away. I'm so scared this is me. The main reason I'm a Christian at all I'd because I fear of hell. I keep thinking, and I think I have to conclude that if hell didn't exist, and there wasn't any punishment for sin, I probably wouldn't care about being a Christian or doing the right stuff. I know that a Christian is supposed to obey God out of love and stuff, but the only reason I do any of that (when I do at all, I'm falling back into persistent sins and I've stopped reading the Bible and praying) is because I fear the consequences. That's not love. But I can't seem to change this about me. I'm selfish. I'm only in it to save myself. Whenever I think about falling away (this doesn't happen too often, but it happens) I remind myself over and over about hell and how bad it will be. I can't do this. It's apparent I'm not saved. I had an emotional experience because I naturally reacted out of fear, and then when that subsided, I began to stop doing what I should and I began to start sinning again. I'm like a dog returning to its vomit. I didn't truly repent. I don't have saving faith. It's apparent that I'm not saved, and I don't know how I can be.
I just wish that I could truly repent, that I could muster up some sort of love for God, so that I'm not relying on my fear of hell to stay with Him. I hate this about myself. I wish I could want what I'm supposed to and hate what I'm supposed to. I wish I could be changed. I wish that the experience I had was real and that it would have stayed with me instead of going away and leaving me like I was before. I can see that nothing I'm doing is getting me anywhere. It appears God hasn't chosen me.
I just wish that I could truly repent, that I could muster up some sort of love for God, so that I'm not relying on my fear of hell to stay with Him. I hate this about myself. I wish I could want what I'm supposed to and hate what I'm supposed to. I wish I could be changed. I wish that the experience I had was real and that it would have stayed with me instead of going away and leaving me like I was before. I can see that nothing I'm doing is getting me anywhere. It appears God hasn't chosen me.