I sat in church for most all my life; Rarely did I ever miss a service. Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, I attended... physically. Many a service I sat in my own world. Lost in my own imagination. I had little interest in these things I didn't understand. I knew some basic answers.
"God created the heavens and the earth."
"Jesus died on the cross."
"Mary was Jesus' mother."
"Jesus was born in a stable."
"Sin is bad."
But I never cared to truly explore these things. I endured church. I liked sitting there because it was fairly quiet. It was a place to
get away to. Peaceful place where I would sit and draw, or play with my watch.
My move from home did not change this life long habit. I continued going to (an Independent, Fundamental Baptist) Church. I sat and drew, passing the time until the service was over.
I had considered myself a christian. I was told I had said a prayer, and that made me saved; that meant I was going to heaven. My life was fully on conflict and anger, pride and rebellion. I felt fine to fume in my sins, praying for this horrid thing called life to be over.
Until one day when someone was teaching on the Fruit of the Spirit... and I actually was listening.
"I want that" I thought. Hearing of love and peace... and JOY. I had no joy. I was hollow, clawed out and raw, and now I really knew it.
I did not act on it right away. I pushed the thought aside until the next service when the fruit was mentioned again. It pecked at me. Most every service had ended with the gospel invitation, not that I had taken much notice.
That evening as we drove home I was silent. I cried silent tears since I well knew that there was no way I was saved... I had never given my life to Jesus.
Granny pulled into the garage, and turned off the car. Seeing my tears she questioned, and honestly I replied. I said "I know that I'm really saved." And she lead me in prayer.
I felt more alive, but not much else changed.
What was supposed to? I didn't know. I did not read the Word, nor did I pray. I continued going to church, trying to pay closer attention. I followed this pattern for almost a year, waiting for someone to swoop in and teach me more.
It was just about a year after my broken hearted prayer that I came across my answer.
1 John 2:27
But the anointing which ye have received of him abideth in you, and ye need not that any man teach you: but as the same anointing teacheth you of all things, and is truth, and is no lie, and even as it hath taught you, ye shall abide in him.
I was waiting for someone who was already here trying to teach me.
God sent the Holy Spirit to teach me, He gave me His word that I may learn. I had only to pick it up and read, and pray.
There are times I still often which for some person to teach me, but I know I have no need.
There is a song that claims "Christ is all I need." and it is truth. How could you need more than the creator of all things, savior of the world, King of kings?
You have been challenged to...
Spread the Word.
Share the gospel.
Teach the basics.
Be a help to young followers of Christ.
These are the challenges God sends in His Word. Will you take up the cross?
With God's everlasting grace I am learning much of Him, and what He has for me. I praise Him for being all I need, supplying all I need and so much more.