In Matthew 22: 1-14, Jesus gives the parable of the wedding feast, where one guy showed up without a wedding garment on and was cast out. In 14, Jesus says "many are called but few are chosen." In my David Jeremiah Study Bible notes on this passage, it says, "To participate in the great feast of God, one must not only be invited, but also put on the King's wedding clothes - the righteousness of Christ, accepted by grace through faith. Those without such a garment, although called, reveal they are not chosen."
For ten years, I have been actively, full time, seeking to get saved by Jesus. I am 61 years old. I was not raised in a church-going, gospel-teaching family. In sixth grade, I attended a Baptist elementary school and heard the gospel for the first time. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed one time, during that school year, and asking Jesus to come into my heart. I even visualized Him doing so. (This visualization thing might be part of my problem.) But after sixth grade, I did not go to church nor Christian school. Then my older brother, who had severe mental problems like I now do, also, became a born again Christian and started talking to me about it. In tenth grade, a friend of his asked me, "If you were to die tonight and stand before God and He were to ask you, 'Why should I let you into my heaven?' what would you say?" I said that I would say, well, I once tried to accept Christ into my heart. Then I said, "Would that be enough or would I be on shaky ground?" The friend said, "You would be on VERY shaky ground."
Later, in another conversation, the same friend told me that I needed to give my life to Christ. Within, I felt no willingness to do so. I heard a voice in my head saying, "You don't have to." Though I knew whose voice that was, I clung to that concept, and did not give my life to Christ. Then came years of knowing I was not a Christian and not headed for heaven.
About ten years ago, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, for which I see a psychiatrist and take medication. Also about ten years ago, a Christian psychologist suggested I attend a certain weekly meeting. He also enticed me with "easy believism." Since then, I have apparently been seeking to enter the kingdom of heaven by easy believism means.
For the last ten years, I have been, all day, everyday, seeking to enter the kingdom of heaven. I have done much communicating with a Christian friend, whom I've worn out. One significant thing she has said is that I seem to be seeking salvation, but not the One Who saves.
Another friend of mine said that when he gave his life to Christ, he said, "Take me!" In my many, apparently false conversions, I have (I thought sincerely) cried the same thing. I have repeatedly "given my life to Christ," only to doubt I'm saved, later.
I have been going to a website that is, in part, about Christians who have OCD and keep doubting their salvation. I have communicated with the creator of the website via email. He, and some other people, are convinced my problem is OCD. I believe OCD is a part of my problem. But I not only have OCD, I have SD: Sinner Disorder.
I sometimes, so sincerely and self-convincingly, "give my life to Christ." But one major reason to doubt it later is that self remains firmly on the throne of my life. I think that to surrender to God/Christ is a major doing that I have not done yet. To do so is the hardest thing in the world. I just don't want to let go control of my life. I try to surrender, but apparently have never really done so. That's why I think I don't have a wedding garment on.
Just this morning, when I was reading the study bible notes on Matthew, I had an impression of what it would be like to surrender my will and life to God. It was an unbearably oppressive concept. I "couldn't" do it.
For ten years, I have been actively, full time, seeking to get saved by Jesus. I am 61 years old. I was not raised in a church-going, gospel-teaching family. In sixth grade, I attended a Baptist elementary school and heard the gospel for the first time. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed one time, during that school year, and asking Jesus to come into my heart. I even visualized Him doing so. (This visualization thing might be part of my problem.) But after sixth grade, I did not go to church nor Christian school. Then my older brother, who had severe mental problems like I now do, also, became a born again Christian and started talking to me about it. In tenth grade, a friend of his asked me, "If you were to die tonight and stand before God and He were to ask you, 'Why should I let you into my heaven?' what would you say?" I said that I would say, well, I once tried to accept Christ into my heart. Then I said, "Would that be enough or would I be on shaky ground?" The friend said, "You would be on VERY shaky ground."
Later, in another conversation, the same friend told me that I needed to give my life to Christ. Within, I felt no willingness to do so. I heard a voice in my head saying, "You don't have to." Though I knew whose voice that was, I clung to that concept, and did not give my life to Christ. Then came years of knowing I was not a Christian and not headed for heaven.
About ten years ago, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, for which I see a psychiatrist and take medication. Also about ten years ago, a Christian psychologist suggested I attend a certain weekly meeting. He also enticed me with "easy believism." Since then, I have apparently been seeking to enter the kingdom of heaven by easy believism means.
For the last ten years, I have been, all day, everyday, seeking to enter the kingdom of heaven. I have done much communicating with a Christian friend, whom I've worn out. One significant thing she has said is that I seem to be seeking salvation, but not the One Who saves.
Another friend of mine said that when he gave his life to Christ, he said, "Take me!" In my many, apparently false conversions, I have (I thought sincerely) cried the same thing. I have repeatedly "given my life to Christ," only to doubt I'm saved, later.
I have been going to a website that is, in part, about Christians who have OCD and keep doubting their salvation. I have communicated with the creator of the website via email. He, and some other people, are convinced my problem is OCD. I believe OCD is a part of my problem. But I not only have OCD, I have SD: Sinner Disorder.
I sometimes, so sincerely and self-convincingly, "give my life to Christ." But one major reason to doubt it later is that self remains firmly on the throne of my life. I think that to surrender to God/Christ is a major doing that I have not done yet. To do so is the hardest thing in the world. I just don't want to let go control of my life. I try to surrender, but apparently have never really done so. That's why I think I don't have a wedding garment on.
Just this morning, when I was reading the study bible notes on Matthew, I had an impression of what it would be like to surrender my will and life to God. It was an unbearably oppressive concept. I "couldn't" do it.