Originally posted by FMF
This is an interesting comment. Do you actually remember the day when you felt - or perhaps acknowledged within yourself, or perhaps started identifying yourself to others - that you were 'born again'?
And happy Birthday, by the way! 🙂
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FMF, This will be brief because I don't want to get into an argument with you seeing I've discovered you're a pretty nice chap and a musical one. I like your music.
I remember the spot on the sidewalk at the moment something beamed into my heart like a laser point and said
"Why don't you pray to God ? "
I remember that on that evening Jesus came out of my lips and the presence of God filled me.
The next day, I think I told my first friend that I had become a believer in Jesus Christ.
I have also had the sheer joy of leading some of my friends to experience Christ who could say then - "Now I know not because of what you said. I know
for myself. "
Having said that, I now have to add this: I think that actually I had been born again years before. I was a severe backslider from a young age. In my case I first encountered the living God as a young child.
I assumed that that period of my life had passed and that God was not real. I blacked out with a kind of amnesia. I simply did not remember my previous personal relationship. And I did not connect God too well with the name
Jesus. I just did not get the connection.
I assumed that like a old teddy bear, those days of God believing were a thing of the past. So my day of coming BACK to that reality of a personal relationship, probably was not the day of my first regeneration. But it could serve just as much as such.
My father was a liberal Presbyterian minister who exposed us all to the Gospel but allowed us all to develop our own belief. He was a seminary professor but a very magnanimous, accomodating, and liberal thinking kind of Christian. He never pushed us to become followers of Jesus.
When I was getting serious about Zen Buddhism he only said, "Jack how do you know Zen is the answer? Have you considered Islam ?"
So you see, my father, who believes in the resurrection of Christ, wanted us to conduct our own search. He's still that way at the age of 94 - very broad in his view.
In that very liberal Presbyterian family atmosphere I found my way to Jesus for a personal encounter. But I really should say that God had
MERCY to give me the ability to believe what in myself I could never believe.
I consider my believing in Jesus as a miracle that has taken place in my heart.
Emphatically - I have no more faith in Christ in myself without His mercy than
ANYONE else ever participating in this Forum.
He had mercy on me. He granted me the ability to believe that Jesus is the Son of God.