What event in your life....

[ZiSunka]

Beautiful, rpgal!

 

[patriarch]

Well, though raised a Catholic by wonderful parents, by age 18 I was living a bad life. I left the Church, did not believe in God, and went from worse to worse. In January of 1964 I had marijuana for the one and only time in my life, but way too much, or it was bad stuff, but anyway I had a very,very bad trip. Two weeks later I began having terrifying flashbacks. It came to the point where I could not sleep... I decided one evening at dinner to commit suicide later that night by taking my car out and crashing it against a tree at high speed. After everyone went to bed, and before I went out, I decided only *as a kind of blasphemy against myself* to kneel down and pray. It was a kind of joke. I knelt down and said to the empty void, "God, I need help." Then I realized that if there was a God, I should pray to him with reverence and faith, and so I tried again, with the same words, "God, if there is a God,I need help."

Suddenly there was a pinprick of light in the darkness. I don't know how to describe it otherwise, and I KNEW there is a God.

The weeks went by with my secretly growing in my faith, and finally without telling my parents, I went to Confession and Mass in another town on Holy Saturday, but coming out of our parish church that same evening, they looked at one another and KNEW that I had come back.

About 2 AM that morning, I felt myself awakened by God. I lay staring at the ceiling trying to figure it out. Then I realized that my father was kneeling at the foot of my bed thanking God for my return to the faith, and that God was saying to me, "If it hadn't been for the prayers of this man, you would be in hell right now."

Please understand, I am an ecclesial Christian. Coming back to the Church, the Body of Christ, confessing my sins to Him in Confession, and receiving Him in the Eucharist was as clear a return to the Lord as possible.

Such were the events of Holy Saturday, 1964, for which May His Name Be Praised Forever!

 

[Nick_Loves_Abba]

I'm truely blessed. I dunno what happened! I was 13, and I was listeneing to the band Poison. The song "Something to Believe In" it's a beautiful song really. And I just started crying. Crying out to GOD to save me, and not let me slip into hell. I'm thankful that life hadn't hurt me as much as it had some other people. But things happen for a reason, and I'm thankful that those rotten things did happen to some of those people, for if they didn't, they probably wouldn't be where they are now. GOd does things in mysterious ways. The Devil was pestering my like a disease when I was 13. I would relentlessly say F*** G-D in my mind. It destroyed me, I felt like I had no control over my mind. I felt like I was possessed, or severly disturbed. I knew what I was saying was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I didn't WANt to say F*** G-D, Not at all, I HATED saying it. And I would always say I was soo sorry, I asked GOD to make me stop saying it in my mind. I thought I was doomed becasue I remembered hearing about the Unforgivable sin. I thought I committed it! I thought I was going to hell and there was nothing I could do! Then, like I said, I was listening to my Poison tape while cleaning my room. Then the song "Something to Believe In" came up, and I just started bawling on my bed. I Just said "God, I love you, I want you, please take me to you when I die. I don't want to go to hell, I want Jesus" I fell asleep crying and praying at the same time, I woke upand been saved ever sense. Its scary, everyone once in a long while, the F*** G-D comes into my mind, but I push it aside, and just say, Satan, get AWAY from me I have Jesus. Then it stops....

PRAISE GOD!

 

[ThienAn]

I had dropped out of college. Worked at a dead end job. Falling into debt faster than I can breath. I felt like I was standing on disappearing ground with no where to go. So, I prayed knowing that He is the only one that can help me. And He revealed Himself to me by letting me see a miracle - a miracle that only I saw; a miracle that I cannot deny. So, I submitted to Him.

 

[ThienAn]

Originally posted by Nick_Loves_Abba
I'm truely blessed. I dunno what happened! I was 13, and I was listeneing to the band Poison. The song "Something to Believe In" it's a beautiful song really. And I just started crying. Crying out to GOD to save me, and not let me slip into hell. I'm thankful that life hadn't hurt me as much as it had some other people. But things happen for a reason, and I'm thankful that those rotten things did happen to some of those people, for if they didn't, they probably wouldn't be where they are now. GOd does things in mysterious ways. The Devil was pestering my like a disease when I was 13. I would relentlessly say F*** G-D in my mind. It destroyed me, I felt like I had no control over my mind. I felt like I was possessed, or severly disturbed. I knew what I was saying was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I didn't WANt to say F*** G-D, Not at all, I HATED saying it. And I would always say I was soo sorry, I asked GOD to make me stop saying it in my mind. I thought I was doomed becasue I remembered hearing about the Unforgivable sin. I thought I committed it! I thought I was going to hell and there was nothing I could do! Then, like I said, I was listening to my Poison tape while cleaning my room. Then the song "Something to Believe In" came up, and I just started bawling on my bed. I Just said "God, I love you, I want you, please take me to you when I die. I don't want to go to hell, I want Jesus" I fell asleep crying and praying at the same time, I woke upand been saved ever sense. Its scary, everyone once in a long while, the F*** G-D comes into my mind, but I push it aside, and just say, Satan, get AWAY from me I have Jesus. Then it stops....

PRAISE GOD!

Amen.

 

[ThienAn]

This has yet to be the most touching thread I have ever read. Every single story in this thread was very touching. No matter where one person has been, or what that person has done, when God touched him/her, from then on, it's a new beginning.

Praise God!

 

[laine]

I don't remember ever not knowing him. I think as a small child my dad told me about him, and I have always known he was there.....
sometimes I just don't listen to him and it gets me in trouble

 

[Redeemed1]

I lived a life of drugs, alcohol, and...running around shall we say, from the age of 12. I never knew anything about God other than "He's going to punish you", so needless to say I had no desire to know Him. By the time I was 25, I was in deep depression, on Prozac, and had absolutely no hope. My marriage was a wreck, and I had two small children. However, my husband had been raised in a Christian home (his dad was a pastor) and had seriously backslidden. But he knew the truth and constantly kept telling me "we need to get right with God." The only religious background I had at all was for two years my mom put me in catholic high school to try to straighten me out. I learned really quick the only difference between there and public school was the quality of drugs! They had more money to spend! Anyway...I only knew God as a punishing, distant God and I continually told my husband to quit talking about that stuff because I didn't want to hear it. But finally, in 1989, my depression and my marriage had almost gotten to the point of no return. My sister-in-law and her family were in a terrible car accident. Her husband and 4 year old daughter died. When we went to the hospital, and were in the cafeteria getting coffee, my father-in-law (the former pastor) sat us both down and asked us if we were ready to give our lives to Christ and stop living the way we had been. I said yes, because even though I knew nothing about God or Jesus, I knew that if He was real, He was my abosolute last hope. So I prayed and gave my life over to Christ. I've never looked back. Since that point in time, Jesus has proven Himself to be faithful time and time again. His Word has been life to me. He has set me free from so many things, shown me mercy and grace at every turn, and caused me to delight in Him. People wonder sometimes, about my love for Christ, my passion for Him. I guess all I can say is that I know where I was, and I know where I was headed. For me, the salvation moment is a distinct line that was drawn in the sand of my life. I was rescued by my Savior!

 

[Mandy]

Awesome testimony Redeemed1!!!

 

[Redeemed1]

Originally posted by Mandy
Awesome testimony Redeemed1!!!

Sometimes I look back and I get stunned all over again by what He did. The cry of my heart will forever be, "I've been rescued!" But, in actuality, we have all been rescued. It may be just harder for some to define the moment than others.

 

[Mandy]

I agree.

 

[Harmony]

I have always felt Jesus was a part of my life, but the actual turning point for me was when another person used Jesus and the words of God to manipulate me and a now close friend. I listened to this person and believed only half of what I was told and decided to go seeking some of the answers my self. That is when I really "met" Jesus. It was hard to come out of that deep pit but just knowing the Lord was with me gave me the strength to do it.

 

[Kristen]

Being seperated from my family at 7 years old. The Lord was with me, church was my home and haven.

 

[SpiritPsalmist]

I don't remember ever not knowing Him. From a baby, my grandparents would take me to church and somewhere around 3 or 4 I accepted Jesus into my heart. I've never backslid, although I have made a few really bad decisions.

My mother was very abusive and Jesus got me through it. I clung to Him with all my being and He was faithful.

I'm 48 years old now and love God more than ever. He just gets gooder and gooder

Quaffer

 

[Wookie]

The initial start on my journey was a motorcycle accident and my Dad. Having escaped with my life (the doctor said I should have died but all I had was two busted up wrists and a crushed finger). At that point my Dad said someone must have been looking out for me. Now he's never been religious and I know he had his tongue in his cheek when he said it but it did make me wonder about it - thus finally opening my mind to the faint possibilty.

The real step onto the path that led me to Christ was a BBC two-part play about Merlin (y'know, King Arthur etc). I decided to pop onto the internet to see if there was anything behind the names of the Celtic deities involved in the play. I came across some links about Wicca. I had no idea what that was and after some reading this bomb went off around my heart area and I realised there really was 'something' out there. I could feel it.

Four years later, after many different journies looking for the truth I wake up about 8 weeks ago knowing Christ is it. I did nothing specifically to choose Christianity - it chose me I guess.

I may have studied Wicca, Rosicrusianism, the Tarot and Ritual Magic but here I am. I dabbled in magic spells early on but soon realised there is no need for them. I don't think I have done anything wrong by that path as I always knew 'something' was leading me to where I needed to be.

Bingo - Jesus walks into my life and I have never felt so complete a person as I do now.

Just an abridged version of my story - so I really have a dangerous driver, my Dad and the BBC to thank.

Wookie