In February this year I posted a question in this forum, asking if anyone could help me to find hope and find God. I wrote of spending two years as a Christian in the 1970s, without ever receiving any kind of response from God. After two years of receiving nothing from God my hope and my faith died.
I seem to have no spiritual awareness at all and have never had anything that could be described as a spiritual experience. That means, for example, no conviction of sin through the work of the Holy Spirit, no heartfelt need for a saviour, no awareness of God working in my life, no awareness of God through creation.
Many people responded in this forum to my call for help. Many of you, I am sure, prayed for me. I thank you for those prayers.
Eventually a Christian that I have been in contact with for some years helped me to find a way to trust God once again. Half an hour before midnight on Monday April 23rd, I was on my knees in prayer. Praying and asking to be touched by the Spirit of God. Asking for forgiveness for going my own way instead of Gods way. Offering my life to God. In the name of Jesus. And trusting that God heard my prayer and would bless me.
I was trusting God, but at the same time I knew just how important it was that God should respond to me. Because of my experience in the 1970s I knew that, in my own strength, I would not be able to continue to trust God for very long. I posted a message on another Christian website, asking for prayer to support me. I know that at the end of April and into May, there were hundreds of people praying for me, locally and around the world. Praying that my faith would be strengthened, and that I would become aware of what God was doing with me.
I wish I could tell you that the prayers were answered. But I cannot do that. The prayers were not answered. For two weeks my faith continued, but it became a little weaker every day. I waited for God to respond to me in some way. Any way.
There was nothing. After two weeks my faith had disappeared. I woke up one morning and realised that my attempt to become a Christian had failed and that I would have to continue living my life without God.
I am disappointed, but there is no anger or bitterness. Those two weeks of faith have taught me a great deal. They have helped me to interpret my total lack of spiritual awareness and experience. In particular, I know that never again will I try to knock on Gods door. Maybe one day God will come and knock on my door, and I will open the door, and everything will change. Until then I can only watch and wait. In the parable it is the good shepherd who goes to find the lost sheep, not the lost sheep who tries to find the shepherd.
I seem to have no spiritual awareness at all and have never had anything that could be described as a spiritual experience. That means, for example, no conviction of sin through the work of the Holy Spirit, no heartfelt need for a saviour, no awareness of God working in my life, no awareness of God through creation.
Many people responded in this forum to my call for help. Many of you, I am sure, prayed for me. I thank you for those prayers.
Eventually a Christian that I have been in contact with for some years helped me to find a way to trust God once again. Half an hour before midnight on Monday April 23rd, I was on my knees in prayer. Praying and asking to be touched by the Spirit of God. Asking for forgiveness for going my own way instead of Gods way. Offering my life to God. In the name of Jesus. And trusting that God heard my prayer and would bless me.
I was trusting God, but at the same time I knew just how important it was that God should respond to me. Because of my experience in the 1970s I knew that, in my own strength, I would not be able to continue to trust God for very long. I posted a message on another Christian website, asking for prayer to support me. I know that at the end of April and into May, there were hundreds of people praying for me, locally and around the world. Praying that my faith would be strengthened, and that I would become aware of what God was doing with me.
I wish I could tell you that the prayers were answered. But I cannot do that. The prayers were not answered. For two weeks my faith continued, but it became a little weaker every day. I waited for God to respond to me in some way. Any way.
There was nothing. After two weeks my faith had disappeared. I woke up one morning and realised that my attempt to become a Christian had failed and that I would have to continue living my life without God.
I am disappointed, but there is no anger or bitterness. Those two weeks of faith have taught me a great deal. They have helped me to interpret my total lack of spiritual awareness and experience. In particular, I know that never again will I try to knock on Gods door. Maybe one day God will come and knock on my door, and I will open the door, and everything will change. Until then I can only watch and wait. In the parable it is the good shepherd who goes to find the lost sheep, not the lost sheep who tries to find the shepherd.