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I have been trying to be saved for ten years. Sometimes, I think I have become a Christian, at other times, not. I can totally sincerely tell Jesus that I am accepting Him as Lord and Savior, that I am surrendering, asking Him to "take me." But, partly because of my OCD, I always doubt, shortly. I say "partly," because the other part of the reason to NOT believe I'm a Christian is the lack of it seeming like I am one on a moment by moment, on-going basis.
If I am not willing to live the Christian life, it must be especially that requirement to deny oneself and take up one's cross. I am not fully sure what "deny myself" would mean in my case. I know that part of "deny self" must be to realize that I have an evil, sinful nature, and that following all the impulses of my heart is not good. Any sins of commission or omission are not right. But denying self may involve more than just that.
I read an online article called "Rediscovering Discipleship." It says that a condemned Roman prisoner would take abuse from the crowd on his way to the place of execution. It said that sometimes, prisoners would be relieved to reach the place of execution because of that. So, "taking up one's cross" means more than just being willing to die for Jesus. It means being tortured along the way.
Sometimes, when I "give my life to Christ," I THINK I count the cost, and decide just to trust Him, anyway. But always, in the long run, I am plagued with thoughts that I didn't really mean it when I gave Him my life, that I am a liar/fake/hypocrite. Am I for real or am I fake? That is always the question.
A Christian friend of mine has told me things like I'm too into my self, not looking at Him. And that I should, instead of sitting around and ruminating about my apparent lack of faith, get up off my butt and commit a loving act towards someone. I could guess that committing a loving act might "certify" that I am a Christian. But then, it should not be just one loving act, but a whole life full of them. But even then, I might not be "certified" because one is not saved by works. Was Mother Teresa a Christian? If so, it wasn't because of all the good work she did. It was because at some point, she surrendered her life to Jesus.
This Christian friend says that her favorite, or one of her favorite, authors is CS Lewis. She not long ago suggested that I reread "Mere Christianity." I did so. "Book IV," chapter 7, is entitled, "Let's Pretend." It says that one should, whenever one realizes there is a choice, do the inconvenient thing of doing something good, such as doing something for someone else. It says the more one makes this choice, the more natural it becomes, the more Christlike one grows. It gives the example of "Beauty and the Beast," wherein the girl treated this ugly guy like he was a handsome prince, and then he actually became one. It seemed to me that this chapter is saying, "fake it till you make it." But she says absolutely not; the chapter is telling people who already are Christians to obey, regardless of how they feel.
That's the key: "people who are already Christians." Notes in my David Jeremiah Study Bible on James, "faith without works is dead," say that both Paul and James agreed that good works are not the path to salvation, but the result of it. To me, that begs the question, "What is the path to salvation?" I am obsessed with the "moment of salvation." This may well be because, in at least my subconscious motives/thoughts, I figure that if one can just get saved - and one can get saved in a moment - that there is something of a "free ride" after that. Sure, you're supposed to keep submitting/obeying, but even if you don't, you're still saved. Ah! The Catch-22! If you don't keep up the Christian walk, then there's a good chance you were never saved in the first place.
I can imagine myself in certain biblical scenarios. Jesus could say, "You lazy and wicked servant. By your own words I will judge you." He could say, "Hard, am I? I'll show you how hard I can be..."
If I am not a Christian, I suppose, as I said, my stumbling block is "deny yourself and take up your cross."
Here's another Catch-22-ish consideration. When you give your life to Christ, I suppose you are promising to follow Jesus the rest of your life. What, He BELIEVES you? I suppose then, that my subconscious thought may be I need to fool Jesus (and myself) into believing I intend to trust/follow Him the rest of my life. Then He will save me. Then: free ride!
Someone as cynical as that may be unsaveable. Jesus said to count the cost. Jesus looks into the heart. The problem is, the heart is deceitful and wicked above all else; who can know it? Whether or not one is really a Christian seems to be a tricky, tricky, tricky matter. That's because the human heart/psychology is tricky, tricky, tricky.
If I am not willing to live the Christian life, it must be especially that requirement to deny oneself and take up one's cross. I am not fully sure what "deny myself" would mean in my case. I know that part of "deny self" must be to realize that I have an evil, sinful nature, and that following all the impulses of my heart is not good. Any sins of commission or omission are not right. But denying self may involve more than just that.
I read an online article called "Rediscovering Discipleship." It says that a condemned Roman prisoner would take abuse from the crowd on his way to the place of execution. It said that sometimes, prisoners would be relieved to reach the place of execution because of that. So, "taking up one's cross" means more than just being willing to die for Jesus. It means being tortured along the way.
Sometimes, when I "give my life to Christ," I THINK I count the cost, and decide just to trust Him, anyway. But always, in the long run, I am plagued with thoughts that I didn't really mean it when I gave Him my life, that I am a liar/fake/hypocrite. Am I for real or am I fake? That is always the question.
A Christian friend of mine has told me things like I'm too into my self, not looking at Him. And that I should, instead of sitting around and ruminating about my apparent lack of faith, get up off my butt and commit a loving act towards someone. I could guess that committing a loving act might "certify" that I am a Christian. But then, it should not be just one loving act, but a whole life full of them. But even then, I might not be "certified" because one is not saved by works. Was Mother Teresa a Christian? If so, it wasn't because of all the good work she did. It was because at some point, she surrendered her life to Jesus.
This Christian friend says that her favorite, or one of her favorite, authors is CS Lewis. She not long ago suggested that I reread "Mere Christianity." I did so. "Book IV," chapter 7, is entitled, "Let's Pretend." It says that one should, whenever one realizes there is a choice, do the inconvenient thing of doing something good, such as doing something for someone else. It says the more one makes this choice, the more natural it becomes, the more Christlike one grows. It gives the example of "Beauty and the Beast," wherein the girl treated this ugly guy like he was a handsome prince, and then he actually became one. It seemed to me that this chapter is saying, "fake it till you make it." But she says absolutely not; the chapter is telling people who already are Christians to obey, regardless of how they feel.
That's the key: "people who are already Christians." Notes in my David Jeremiah Study Bible on James, "faith without works is dead," say that both Paul and James agreed that good works are not the path to salvation, but the result of it. To me, that begs the question, "What is the path to salvation?" I am obsessed with the "moment of salvation." This may well be because, in at least my subconscious motives/thoughts, I figure that if one can just get saved - and one can get saved in a moment - that there is something of a "free ride" after that. Sure, you're supposed to keep submitting/obeying, but even if you don't, you're still saved. Ah! The Catch-22! If you don't keep up the Christian walk, then there's a good chance you were never saved in the first place.
I can imagine myself in certain biblical scenarios. Jesus could say, "You lazy and wicked servant. By your own words I will judge you." He could say, "Hard, am I? I'll show you how hard I can be..."
If I am not a Christian, I suppose, as I said, my stumbling block is "deny yourself and take up your cross."
Here's another Catch-22-ish consideration. When you give your life to Christ, I suppose you are promising to follow Jesus the rest of your life. What, He BELIEVES you? I suppose then, that my subconscious thought may be I need to fool Jesus (and myself) into believing I intend to trust/follow Him the rest of my life. Then He will save me. Then: free ride!
Someone as cynical as that may be unsaveable. Jesus said to count the cost. Jesus looks into the heart. The problem is, the heart is deceitful and wicked above all else; who can know it? Whether or not one is really a Christian seems to be a tricky, tricky, tricky matter. That's because the human heart/psychology is tricky, tricky, tricky.