does anybody have a really great testimony showing how God intervened in your life to bring salvation? I need a couple of stories to use in a sermon.
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Hi Spikenard:
I don't know if this is what you are looking for...but since "salvation" is so much more than initially being saved, maybe this will be of use. If nothing else it illustrates the value of building on the Rock before the storms of life hit.
My wife and I have been what I call conscious Christians nearly as long as we have been together (30 years) and have weathered many storms during that time. Five years ago, two months after our son had turned 16, he was driving the 5 miles home from work one night when he was involved in a automobile accident. A deer was lying in the road and suddenly stood up in front of his car, startling him. He swerved to avoid it and lost control, flipping the car over. He was thrown from the car through the windshield, suffering (among other things) collapsed lungs. He was found flopping around on the ground, unable to breathe. Somehow the Lord kept him alive until the EMS unit arrived. A deputy came to our house and we followed her past the accident to the emergency room where the doctors were fighting to get him to breathe long enough for them to rush him to a bigger hospital in the city, 70 miles away, as we lived then in a very small town. We were told later by the Highway Patrol trooper who found him and the EMS people that none of them expected him to live that night.
Right before we passed by the scene of the accident, the Lord spoke very clearly to me these words: "I will restore him to you, healthy and whole, spirit, soul and body". In the days and months ahead, we clung to that promise, because literally no one believed he would live.
At the city hospital, he was put in traumatic intensive care, and we were told that he probably would not live through the night. But sometime in the early morning hours, the Lord got my attention and had me go outside alone and pray, where He again spoke clearly to me, telling me that there was a spirit of death hovering over our son. He said to get my wife only (since we two were the only ones with any faith, I believe), to make everyone - doctors, nurses, etc. - leave his room and then bind that spirit. So we did exactly as He said and immediately the whole atmosphere in the room changed; the peace of the Lord was so present it was almost physical.
Eventually we were told of his traumatic brain injury; that if he lived he would be a vegetable, or quadraplegic, or paralyzed on one side...for 40 days he was in a coma and we heard those negative confessions day after day after day. But still we clung to the promise the Lord had made us that very first night. And continue to confess it every single day, to this very day, praising Him for fulfilling His promise.
Five years later, my son has graduated from high school and is now in college.
I admit, I expected God to raise him off of that bed, totally healed. When that didn't happen, I went to Him and asked Him why. His answer was that He had never said anything about time, only that he would be restored to us. And He told me that we would all be blessed through this, and trace that blessing back to the accident. Finally, I understood a little: his recovery has been long and hard, but the Lord has used these past years to draw us very close together as a family, fill our lives with so much peace (and we have had many "attacks" during that time in other areas), and shown us of His tremendous love in ways we probably could never have fully received without such a drastic event.
We have learned - and continue to learn - so much as a result of this accident that it would take a book to write it all down.
God is truly a God of miracles. And a slow miracle is no less of one than an instant miracle. We have all gained a much deeper relationship with Him, and a much more serious, less complacent one than we ever had before.
Because of other "storms" in our prior life, I thought I had a pretty strong faith. I had earnestly sought to really know Him some years before, and had developed a pretty close relationship with Him; He had honestly become my best friend (and still is). But during the early days of this accident, my faith shrunk down to about the size of a dime; at the same time, it also intensified into something absolutely solid as steel. He pierced my heart just as surely as if He had driven a huge nail through it; but in so doing, he opened His Heart to me and I walk with Him now as never before.
Being saved - as it is usually preached - is getting a ticket to enter the door. So many Christians are spending their lives standing in the foyer, right beside that door, and never realizing that all the "good stuff" is down the hall in the big room. To get there though takes their willingness to "put off" their old clothes - all that is familiar to them - so that they can be clothed in Him.
I agree with Paul that it is worth everything to gain Christ and to be found in Him when He comes again in His Glory.
I don't know if this is what you are looking for...but since "salvation" is so much more than initially being saved, maybe this will be of use. If nothing else it illustrates the value of building on the Rock before the storms of life hit.
My wife and I have been what I call conscious Christians nearly as long as we have been together (30 years) and have weathered many storms during that time. Five years ago, two months after our son had turned 16, he was driving the 5 miles home from work one night when he was involved in a automobile accident. A deer was lying in the road and suddenly stood up in front of his car, startling him. He swerved to avoid it and lost control, flipping the car over. He was thrown from the car through the windshield, suffering (among other things) collapsed lungs. He was found flopping around on the ground, unable to breathe. Somehow the Lord kept him alive until the EMS unit arrived. A deputy came to our house and we followed her past the accident to the emergency room where the doctors were fighting to get him to breathe long enough for them to rush him to a bigger hospital in the city, 70 miles away, as we lived then in a very small town. We were told later by the Highway Patrol trooper who found him and the EMS people that none of them expected him to live that night.
Right before we passed by the scene of the accident, the Lord spoke very clearly to me these words: "I will restore him to you, healthy and whole, spirit, soul and body". In the days and months ahead, we clung to that promise, because literally no one believed he would live.
At the city hospital, he was put in traumatic intensive care, and we were told that he probably would not live through the night. But sometime in the early morning hours, the Lord got my attention and had me go outside alone and pray, where He again spoke clearly to me, telling me that there was a spirit of death hovering over our son. He said to get my wife only (since we two were the only ones with any faith, I believe), to make everyone - doctors, nurses, etc. - leave his room and then bind that spirit. So we did exactly as He said and immediately the whole atmosphere in the room changed; the peace of the Lord was so present it was almost physical.
Eventually we were told of his traumatic brain injury; that if he lived he would be a vegetable, or quadraplegic, or paralyzed on one side...for 40 days he was in a coma and we heard those negative confessions day after day after day. But still we clung to the promise the Lord had made us that very first night. And continue to confess it every single day, to this very day, praising Him for fulfilling His promise.
Five years later, my son has graduated from high school and is now in college.
I admit, I expected God to raise him off of that bed, totally healed. When that didn't happen, I went to Him and asked Him why. His answer was that He had never said anything about time, only that he would be restored to us. And He told me that we would all be blessed through this, and trace that blessing back to the accident. Finally, I understood a little: his recovery has been long and hard, but the Lord has used these past years to draw us very close together as a family, fill our lives with so much peace (and we have had many "attacks" during that time in other areas), and shown us of His tremendous love in ways we probably could never have fully received without such a drastic event.
We have learned - and continue to learn - so much as a result of this accident that it would take a book to write it all down.
God is truly a God of miracles. And a slow miracle is no less of one than an instant miracle. We have all gained a much deeper relationship with Him, and a much more serious, less complacent one than we ever had before.
Because of other "storms" in our prior life, I thought I had a pretty strong faith. I had earnestly sought to really know Him some years before, and had developed a pretty close relationship with Him; He had honestly become my best friend (and still is). But during the early days of this accident, my faith shrunk down to about the size of a dime; at the same time, it also intensified into something absolutely solid as steel. He pierced my heart just as surely as if He had driven a huge nail through it; but in so doing, he opened His Heart to me and I walk with Him now as never before.
Being saved - as it is usually preached - is getting a ticket to enter the door. So many Christians are spending their lives standing in the foyer, right beside that door, and never realizing that all the "good stuff" is down the hall in the big room. To get there though takes their willingness to "put off" their old clothes - all that is familiar to them - so that they can be clothed in Him.
I agree with Paul that it is worth everything to gain Christ and to be found in Him when He comes again in His Glory.
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I have a testimony of what God has delivered me from. I used to be into drugs(cocaine) and I even used to sell. But, God still loved me and never turned His back on me even though I turned my back on Him, family, and friends. Drugs will ruin EVERY part of your life! God's love is what delivered me from drugs! I love you Lord!!!!!!!!!!
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