This might be kind of long, but please bear with me...
If by the odd chance that I am saved, I'm sure God will guide me to assurance.
I love the people here, so I really wanted to get this out - lest I be a hypocrite.
You see, I very closely fit the description of someone mentioned in Hebrews 6. That is, having experienced a saved-like state that may have even involved some repentance, but fell away, and is now "impossible to restore to repentance". I mean, how would you go about life if you knew that Hell was inevitable?
I always talked about how I would struggle with lust on here, but looking back I think it may simply have been that I loved my sin more than God.
So here I am. I don't know if I fear Hell or if I fear not being with God. I don't even know what to pray right now... "Dear God, I really enjoy my sin more than I enjoy you, and I fear Hell more than I do you. Could you help me with that?" It just sounds a bit ridiculous.
If I did just up and run back to Christ, how would I know that this repentance was any different than my last supposed repentance? I pray and pray, but it just doesn't do anything. God does what he wants; I can't move him. If he wants to leave me to burn in Hell then it's on me, and I rightly deserve it. I'm just hoping he leads me to a place of brokenness where I completely lose myself and see him for who he truly is.
I can believe that Jesus died for sinners. I can believe he died for each one of you reading this, no matter how terrible your past has been. But I just can't seem to grasp the idea that maybe Jesus put his life down for me as well. I hear it, and understand it. But it's like my heart doesn't get it. It keeps thinking that there must be SOMETHING I have to bring to the table for God to save me. I know that isn't true, but as soon as you mention Jesus dying for me, my heart and mind just won't settle for it.
I want to cry, but I can't. I want to call out to God, but I don't know what I'd say. I want to cling to the cross, but I just don't think its for me. It's a great sense of pride that I just can't shake.
I can't bring myself to discuss this with anyone. Not with my parents, my friends, the girl I'm seeing, my pastor, my church - no one. Why I'm able to share it with this site (which I sort of consider a second church to me), I'm not sure. And I'm not quite sure what I'm even asking for here. I guess I just wanted you all to know what was going on, and do some venting in the process.
I really don't know what's going to come of me. In a way I'm terrified. And in another way, I'm indifferent as if to say "well, there's nothing I can do anyhow."
But thank you for reading. The people of this site are amazing - really.
I love you all.
If by the odd chance that I am saved, I'm sure God will guide me to assurance.
I love the people here, so I really wanted to get this out - lest I be a hypocrite.
You see, I very closely fit the description of someone mentioned in Hebrews 6. That is, having experienced a saved-like state that may have even involved some repentance, but fell away, and is now "impossible to restore to repentance". I mean, how would you go about life if you knew that Hell was inevitable?
I always talked about how I would struggle with lust on here, but looking back I think it may simply have been that I loved my sin more than God.
So here I am. I don't know if I fear Hell or if I fear not being with God. I don't even know what to pray right now... "Dear God, I really enjoy my sin more than I enjoy you, and I fear Hell more than I do you. Could you help me with that?" It just sounds a bit ridiculous.
If I did just up and run back to Christ, how would I know that this repentance was any different than my last supposed repentance? I pray and pray, but it just doesn't do anything. God does what he wants; I can't move him. If he wants to leave me to burn in Hell then it's on me, and I rightly deserve it. I'm just hoping he leads me to a place of brokenness where I completely lose myself and see him for who he truly is.
I can believe that Jesus died for sinners. I can believe he died for each one of you reading this, no matter how terrible your past has been. But I just can't seem to grasp the idea that maybe Jesus put his life down for me as well. I hear it, and understand it. But it's like my heart doesn't get it. It keeps thinking that there must be SOMETHING I have to bring to the table for God to save me. I know that isn't true, but as soon as you mention Jesus dying for me, my heart and mind just won't settle for it.
I want to cry, but I can't. I want to call out to God, but I don't know what I'd say. I want to cling to the cross, but I just don't think its for me. It's a great sense of pride that I just can't shake.
I can't bring myself to discuss this with anyone. Not with my parents, my friends, the girl I'm seeing, my pastor, my church - no one. Why I'm able to share it with this site (which I sort of consider a second church to me), I'm not sure. And I'm not quite sure what I'm even asking for here. I guess I just wanted you all to know what was going on, and do some venting in the process.
I really don't know what's going to come of me. In a way I'm terrified. And in another way, I'm indifferent as if to say "well, there's nothing I can do anyhow."
But thank you for reading. The people of this site are amazing - really.
I love you all.