Testimony: How I Was Brought To Salvation

Paul's testimony "How I Was Brought To Salvation" on 1/06/2015, 4:54pm...

2009…the year I was saved. The year I was brought to my knees in humbled brokenness. The year God looked down on this pathetic worm and delivered me from His wrath.

1983…Abbotsford, BC eight years old, I prayed a prayer, was patted on the back and was declared saved. Little did I know, but my pastor was responsible for creating a false-confession, thus a false convert. I would imagine if he is still alive today, he is still a false convert himself leading others in that damnable prayer–God help him.

I lived the lie for 26 years, went to church, owned numerous Bibles, a Concordance and other study materials but was lost in my sin and false sense of security as the sin piled up and the fires of hell were stoked. The clock was ticking. But God wrote my life’s story and was in control of even my lostness. Every step, mistake and wrong turn was perfectly coordinated by His sovereignty…in essence I was NOT lost, but was being guided to the place where I would be brought to the cross through the horrid truths of the Law.

I was a disciple of the Prosperity movement. My mother followed the Copelands whilst I followed Frederick KC Price. I assumed they were right for they were rich and powerful, driving fancy cars and living in mansions. I was taught to “speak in tongues”, look for signs and wonders and expect the impossible–but was never once told about the Gospel. Never once did I ever hear a sermon on the Law, my sin and my need for repentance and forgiveness. I just took it all for granted.

God was at work in me and I didn’t even know it. God was stoking His own fires and the temperature was rising within my soul.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was on Craig’s List looking at someone’s ad who was selling Bibles, and I wrote him concerning one in particular. He wrote back and we emailed back and forth for a while and he was astonished over my faith (ugh…). He wanted me to lay my hands on him and give him what I had. Now that I look back on this and shake my head in utter shock over the foolishness of it all. I did refuse tellling him that it wasn’t mine to give. He got mad at me and refused to answer any of my emails from then on. Then one night Cole, was his name, sent me a video called the Revival Hymn. I sat down with my wife and watched it. I had never heard anything like it before. It was strange and almost frightening. I was within minutes of turning it off when I felt compelled to keep watching. For the next week I watched it probably three times a day and I felt something happening. I felt a terrible guilt and remorse creeping over me. I then looked online for anything else that might help and found ChurchSalt, Defending Contending, Sola Dei Gloria and a few other videos and I began a journey to watch, listen and pray.

The match was lit. My soul exploded. For the next weeks, every sin I had ever committed was brought up out of the well of my soul, and I realized through the revelation of the Holy Spirit, that I, ME personally was responsible for murdering Jesus Christ. It was my sin that put Him there. I knew He died for my sin, but the reality of my sin being responsible for killing Him–that was just too much for me to bear and I crumbled before the holiness and wrath of the God of the Universe. I wept. And wept. And wept. I could see Christ on the cross in my mind as real as anything I had ever seen. I could hear the clang of the nails, I could see His beautiful face staring at me and I could no longer hide behind my false confession–I was guilty. I repented before Him and begged for mercy.
The wrath of God was soaked up by my Saviour and best friend in all the Universe. Jesus took every drop of God’s wrath FOR ME! He saved me from Himself, for Himself and by Himself. He chose me for salvation when He could have just as easily by-passed me.

I cried even more. But now those tears that stained my face were tears of joy. I finally sat up and felt a release. I felt light and free. It was as though my soul had been released from a cage. Jesus had taken my punishment upon Him, and I was declared righteous. The Law broke me in my sin. It made me accountable and responsible before a holy Judge. My only hope was to run to the blood splattered cross and cling to the feet of the One I killed.

I was saved! This is my pilgrimage–my journey all for His glory. May every breath I take and every beat my heart makes, be a thank you to Jesus for dying for me. Without Him, I would be eternally lost.

 

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