Where were you saved?

[Sparklecat]

Just saw a post that talked about how we can be saved anywhere... got me thinking :)

I was at my boarding school in November, Sunday morning at (mandatory) church... we had a speaker there, Luke something, and he was talking about real-life miracles he had seen or heard of... one in particular hit me, with a man buying two plane tickets and going all the way across the country on an inner urging in order to tell a visiting Mexican about Jesus... the Mexican had heard him speak years ago and had thought that if he could just talk to him, he would believe...
Anyway, so I was listening to that story, having spent the last few months learning about Christianity and seeing my friends' examples... then it just kinda hit me, and I thought (sorry!), "Oh s***, it's true, isn't it? Why not, guess I can always change my mind if it doesn't work out."

:lol That's it... took me a few minutes to remember the part about actually having to confess sins and ask God for forgiveness... "the formula," as I saw it... but I did, right there silently in the church... took me a few weeks to tell people too... some took it better than others...

There was also a time a few months later, in January, when I was just lying in bed, talking to God or something, and it was like this intense joy and peace just flooded me... but I know that I was saved at that first time because I saw the evidence in my life... Bible understanding, drastically reduced temper, etc... other people said they saw it too...

YSIC, Justine

[Lordschild]

Kneeling by my bed.

[Jael]

Me too, LC. I was at home alone.

[lookinupval]

I'm not exactly sure, but I think it was in an office at my old job. A friend, a true sister in Christ, had been witnessing to me, bless her heart.

I was going through a hideous time in my life, and I said the prayer several times to make sure it "stuck!" It was just so hard to believe that Jesus died for me.

I sort of knew the Lord when I was 5 or 6 years old, but never walked the walk.

[Patty T]

In the backyard of my mom's house recouperating from knee surgery after reading a fiction novel called "666".

Patty

[scottruff]

In Schwabisch Gmund, Germany. Bismark Kasserne, home base of the 1/41 Field Artillery. 1973

[dusty]

In my living room, alone at home.

:)

[ChopinFan]

In the wee hours of the morning at my home.

I was going through a hideous time in my life, and I said the prayer several times to make sure it "stuck"

Can totally relate :lol

[comicnurse]

During Bible school at the age of eight! :D I can still remember the bible school being held in somebody's backyard. There I was with a few other children kneeling with my hands tightly clasped together. I thought to myself, "I'm asking Jesus to come into my heart in a backyard!" :D

Kendra

[FirstCor123]

Last week of December, 1990...

Living room floor...

My face in the carpet....


Eyes streaming tears....

And my Savior holding me.

[John 3:16]

In bed, late at night- finally admitting I had no idea how to fix my marriage.

[ChopinFan]

Boy this thread really shatters the myth that one can only be saved in a religous setting/church service doesn't it? :lol

[FirstCor123]

Originally posted by ChopinFan
Boy this thread really shatters the myth that one can only be saved in a religous setting/church service doesn't it? :lol

:cool


But it doesn't shatter the Biblical truth of professing Christ publicly...


January 13, 1991...


I stood before the church congregation and professed my salvation from my Savior and my obesance to my Lord.

[ChopinFan]

Originally posted by FirstCor123



But it doesn't shatter the Biblical truth of professing Christ publicly...


January 13, 1991...


I stood before the church congregation and professed my salvation from my Savior and my obesance to my Lord.

Amen and Amen!

[Ibelong2Him]

I was sitting in my living room when I prayed the sinners prayer the first time.


I might have at some time before, but don't remember specifics, but I KNOW I was saved after the time in my living room. :)

[TonyLee]

After having a night of HORRIBLE nagging that I was on my way to hell, and then it bugging me the next day, I finally had to do something about it the next night in my room. It was so much different the next night when I went to bed.

Tony D

[Marcia]

Upstairs in my bedroom, sitting on my bed.

[Average Joey]

I was sitting in the same spot I am right now almost two years ago.It was September 23rd 2001 I think.I was chatting with my best friend on the internet about something.I was totally stressed.The Holy Spirit told me give up.So I told my friend I am giving up and turning my life to Jesus.He still doesn`t understand to this day what happened to me.I pray much for him too.

[Jael]

Originally posted by FirstCor123

:cool


But it doesn't shatter the Biblical truth of professing Christ publicly...


January 13, 1991...


I stood before the church congregation and professed my salvation from my Savior and my obesance to my Lord.

No, it doesn't. When I got up from my knees, I called my Mom and Dad, my brother and sisters, and everyone I could think of to tell them what had happened to me. And at the next opportunity, I went to church and told them as well.

[Spider]

I have always known God in my life from my earliest memories, but it was not until I was 17 and attending a revival at my church that I accepted Christ into my life and that was the first time I felt the Holy Spirit in a powerful way...

so what do I do...go immediately and rebel against God (for many years) ...not very bright, but God has taught me so much through all my struggles.

A little over three years ago, I TOTALLY rededicated myself to God (yeah, one of those in the carpet face down deals too!) and now I'm just waiting to see what He does with all that He allowed to happen in my life, because I know in my heart it has a purpose that He will use to glorify His name...(and yes, He knows I am available for whatever He chooses for me).

Jan
:)

[pilgrimian]

I was saved in the front room of my childhood home, while talking with my mom about a dream I'd had. I was nine years old, and had dreamt that I was flying a plane (still peculiar imagery to me since I have never desired to do this!) with Jesus in the cockpit (I know that probably sounds cliche...hey I was nine!). I had no clue what I was doing—I was pulling up—I was pulling to the right and left side—but it was doing no good. Though we went to the left slightly and right I had no ability to make it go straight and level. We seemed to be going down, meandering somewhat slowly, and aimless. Then the controls began spinning around, and we began to go into a dive, and I knew that the plane was going to plow into the ground eventually. I looked over to Jesus and said, “Please help!” He took the controls and lifted the airplane to a level position. I was so very relieved, I recall gasping and being amazed at his control of the plane. I looked at Him, but he wouldn’t look back at me, then the plane was speeding up, and as I was looking out the window at the front I noticed that Satan was standing on the ground. I don’t know why I thought it was Satan, but I seemed to know. And the next thing I knew Jesus had basically butchered him with the machine guns (I was nine years old). Then Jesus looked over at me, and took my hand. Somewhere along that time I woke up. It’s such a vivid dream—I can still remember it quite clearly today.

I told my mom about the dream, and she asked me if I understood what Christ had done for us on the cross, why He had done...and that He had died for me just like He had died for her....but that He was no longer dead. And since He's no longer dead, we're no longer dead in our sins when we believe.

So that's it...I've grown a lot since then. I really doubted my salvation in my teen years (and even later considered that I was saved at Church Camp in Benzonia, MI--since I was rather confused whether or not I'd been saved the first time), but after much prayer I came to realize that the Spirit has been with me since that day I talked with my mom. Since then I've been pressing on to maturity.

God's blessings in our glorious Messiah,
Matthew

[onelamb]

Wow, didn't any of us come to the Lord at a church altar?
In my dining room, July 1981. Had no idea where to go to church or anything, had to let the Lord lead, and He did.:cool

[Lady_Firehawk]

I was on the corner by the freshman campus of my high school with a bunch of street evangelists. Oh, they'd been working on me for months... :D

[Truthseeker4]

Glad I am not alone. I was at home, got off the computer and begged for mercy. :D
That is all I will tell for now. The Lord knows the rest. ;)

:) Melissa

[John]

In my bedroom...after reading half of "Left Behind" and realizing that I had never accepted Jesus into my heart.:)

[Mercy4Me]

I was 7 years old, and it was right after sunday school.

I remember wanting Jesus to live in my heart the way my teacher had said He wanted to.

I didnt understand everything, but knew I wanted to be with Him forever.

So I hunted her down, grabbed her hand, and told her I wanted Jesus to live in my heart. We went up front before morning service and prayed a very simple prayer.

I was a happy kid for many, many years. Then when I turned 19, I went haywire, left fellowship and lived the exact opposite of how I knew I was supposed to.

When I turned 22, I knew I was playing with a fire, I had no business being around. I found myself a church, got involved, and became a pastor's secretary.

I would work in the office late at night, after my other job. One night I walked into the sanctuary and fell before my Saviour, pouring everything out and confessing it all. (Like He didnt already know :lol)

I've been with Him ever since. What a wonderful Saviour He is!

[Arabesque]

May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool

[BaylorBrat]

I made a "profession of faith" on March 26, 1989, one day after Sir Elton John's 42nd birthday :D I was then baptized on April 16, 1989, two days before my father's birthday :) Thankfully, I am still running the race, and hope to continue to run for the rest of my life.

I made my profession on my bed, and was baptised by my first pastor. I was twelve at the time.

IHMS,
BB

[TR3]

I was just sitting on the couch
after finishing reading The Late Great Planet Earth.

It was so easy for me,
I finally knew what I really knew all along
but never knew what it was.

A light was suddenly turned on.
Would like to be able to go through
the same experience again.

[BaylorBrat]

Originally posted by Arabesque
May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool

Welcome. May the peace of Our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.

BB

[kgreen20]

I was saved in late childhood. Unfortunately, I have only a vague memory of the event, so I can't share the specifics, or the time or date.



Kathy G.

[kgreen20]

Originally posted by Arabesque
May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool


Way to go!!! Welcome to the family, Arabesque. Now you'll be caught up with us, when that trumpet blows!! [jumps up and down]



Yours truly,
Kathy G.

[yieldedandstill]

on my knees,
beside my bed,
in the middle of the night.
August, 1997.
(I did have my wet face in the carpet a few times that night as well)

PRAISE THE LORD!!!

Arabesque! WELCOME to the family of God! (and the RR family as well)

[Lady_Firehawk]

Originally posted by Arabesque
May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool

WOO-HOO!

:D :D :D

Man, I feel like throwing a party- and I bet that's what the angels up in Heaven are doing right now! :D (Break out the confetti, Michael! Get out the shiny noisemakers, Gabriel! We have another one saved!!! :D)

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside- or maybe that's the Holy Spirit rejoicing. :D YAAAY! It's gonna be quite a trip, I tell ya, and there'll be hard times, but... there's Jesus! ;)

*Does a little dance*

-YSIC Andie

[Heavensent]

On October 23, 2001 right here at this very computer. I will never forget the day because it was my birthday. My husband was out of town and I was home alone.

I was doing research on the computer about the Rapture after a friend stiked an interest earlier in the evening. I got down on my knees and begged God to forgive me. I cried all night in the shame of my sins.

The day I felt the Holy Spirit, for the first time, I was sitting at my desk at work listening to a FFH cd. I was reading the cover and felt the warmest most wonderful sensation inside of me. At first I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I did have a pretty good idea though. My friend confirmed that it was the Holy Spirit.

Thank you God for saving me. Thank you Jesus for paying the price of my sins even though I didn't deserve it.

[John 3:16]

Originally posted by Arabesque
May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool

That's great.:cool Welcome sister (I'm assuming).:)

[cenimo]

Working in a Las Vegas casino!

[onelamb]

Cenimo-I sure would like to hear that story!!!

[AlishaGail]

First day of October 2002. Pretty much as FirstCor described, face down on my living room carpet in tears. :lol I don't know if any of you remember my old sig sketch, but I did that right after... it was a representation of what happened then.

[cenimo]

Onelamb, all...


There are lots of born again Christians in Las Vegas.
I'm now in what's considered the Midwest / Mid-South, and it seems like out West the emphasis in Christian circles is on lifestyle, lifestyle, lifestyle and in this part of the country it's fellowship-, community. Out West born again christian meant you can be sure doesn't smoke, doesn' drink, etc...
Now if I take an hour's ride there's a discount tobacco mart and liquor store that has flyers for church revivals on a bulletin board.
:confused

Anyway, I worked in casinos and saw quite a few people around me in self-destruct modes via drinking, drugs, gambling, sometimes all three. Bear in mind that working in such a place you see levels of self-indulgence that the average person never does, done by both the customers and the employees.

So I started listening to some of the "Holy Rollers" on breaks, got curious, stopped hanging out in the bar after work, started visiting Christian bookstores and listening to a Christian radio station.

Then a guy that got his hair cut at the same barbershop had writen a book called Spirit of Prpohecy and left off some copies.
The book really hit me smack between the eyes. Through that book, George Vaneman, Jimmy Swaggart (this early 80's) and the people I had called "The Holy Rollers" at work I got saved.

Funny, I don't even know what those people were, probably would be called Calvary Church now, if any church at all. When people would ask them what church they went to the answer was always, "That has nothing to do with things." When they did go to church it was a very early Calvary Chapel type church.

I had been raised Catholic but in High School went to a Presbyterian church for a little bit. Becasue of these folks in Vegas, I made a really bad asumption that all Protestans were rapture-believing, pre-trib, healing by the Holy Spirit believers.
But they're the folks that "put me on the path".
A pastor friend of mine says that the wilder an environment people are in, when they do get "the word", the more extrmee of a shift they are likely to make. Makes sense I guess.

God Bless

Here's my favorite lines of scripture:
John 3:16
Matthrew 8:8-10
James 1:27
Daniel 12:10

[Lordschild]

WOOOHOO

PRAISE THE LORD ARABESQUE!!

Ain't HE GRAND?? :D

[tenderheart2]

Hi,

I gave my life to the Lord Thrus. October 25, 1993 9:30p.m. in a bible study.

Just two weeks prior to that time, I was in a deep depression . Never had experienced that kind of depression before. I had no desire to live and all that was on my mind was how to end my life. During that time, I got up and was thumbing through the bible which I never read expect when in church. When I opened it up I happened to open it at the story of Noah, I read it through but it didn't make any sense to me. A week later, my older sister who had given her life to the Lord a month before, came to our parents' house. She and I never got along, but I decided I would go out there and at least say hi. We got to talking and she was telling me about her new life in Christ and I could see the joy and peace beaming from her. Something inside me started bubbling and without her even asking me, I bursted out asking if I could go with her to bible study.

I thought she was going to fall over in the chair, she was so happy to hear me ask. Got to bible study and the love I felt was so amazing. At the end of the study the sister that was doing it, asked me if I knew Jesus and of course I told her no. She asked me if I wanted to know Jesus as Lord and Savior and I said yes. She led me in the sinner's prayer and I repented of my sins, as soon as I finished, I literally felt the burden of sin lift off of me. I felt so clean and the one thing that I noticed right away was that feeling of fear that always plagued me was no longer there.


Praise the Lord for His great sacrifice and His abundant mercy.

Kim

[Lordschild]

Praise the Lord. Let's keep the personal TESTIMONIES to HIS GOODNESS coming!!!! :)

[Sandra]

In church, summer of 1962 when I was 9 years old. I am one of seemingly few here that was raised in church from the day of my birth!

My mom's dad (my Papaw Alford) was the pastor of a small Baptist church. I often sat with my Grandma. She noticed that for a couple weeks something had been "bothering" me. She suggested I go up and ask Papaw to pray with me. He prayed with me at the altar of that little church that Sunday morning and I accepted Jesus as my savior. I was baptised that night or the next Sunday evening (it's written down in a very old Bible).

DH and I rededicated our lives to Jesus about 8 years ago in a local Assembly of God church that we are now active members in. We had been out of church for almost 20 years and a program on TBN (yes, that network!) led us to talking about returning to church, but not what we grew up in. DH, DD, and DS were all saved in Baptist churches, too. DH and DD decided to be baptized in our now AG church. Let me tell you that with what has happened in DH's, DD's, and my life since then, that God specifically led us to this church and for specific reasons. DD (27 yo) is now a foreign missionary and is about to get engaged to another missionary! Her story really shows how God works in our lives to prepare us for what He wants us to do! Her almost fiance appears to be everything DD told God she wanted in a DH. My DH is a Royal Ranger Commander working with boys on Wednesday evenings and he ushers and helps with communion. I just pray for them all!

[Mercy4Me]

Originally posted by Arabesque
May 2, 2003 at 10:00 pm, cst

Sitting here staring at an image of Jesus on my monitor and bawling my eyes out!!

I feel like I've lost about 50 pounds off of my shoulders:cool


Praise the Lord and welcome to the family! :D

[dmarle]

When I was nine, during vacation bible school, I was saved. Or so I thought. I went to church faithfully. In fact, my father accused me of going to church "too much".

I thought all was well until I was in high school - the summer between my freshman and sophmore year. I was very active in my church youth group. Every time the church doors were open I was there.

Anyway, people told me "You're too sweet - you have to be saved." I just didn't buy it.

So, after many agonizing nights and prayers with my youth minister, I accepted Christ at the ripe old age of 15.

Immediately, I (and everyone around me) could see a difference. You see, I was extremely shy before hand. and afterwards I was extroverted.

I know without a doubt I was saved.

My life has taken many turns since then and not all positive. But, whenever I am in doubt, I look to that experience.

[Shyguy]

I was alone as well .. but not really he was there too :D

[luvjc]

This thread does my heart so good! God bless all of you! :)

I was saved in June 2000, after reading "Left Behind", I began searching the bible for answers.

I finally came to the realization that I had always known there was a God. Strange - I believed in Heaven and Hell - but never new Jesus. Thought being a "good person" and obeying "man's" laws was enough.

My favorite time/place to read was after the kids had gone to bed - I would soak in a hot bath and read the bible for hours.

One night, it really hit me about how lost and deceived I was and how much I needed a Savior. I began to cry very hard. I put the bible down and told Jesus how sorry I was for rejecting Him and that my heart was open to Him now. I told Him that I was His if He would have me and asked Him to use me in whatever way He wanted. I thanked Him for showing me THE way and praised His Holiness.

It was the MOST humbling and precious experience I've ever had.

Thank you, again, Jesus!

[Doobie56]

When I was about 11 or 12 years old...at a Lundstrom crusade...Walked up in front of everyone at their alter call...it was their Sampson and Delilah (sp?) message that grabbed me.

About a month later, I went forward again at a David Wilkerson crusade. (wanted to make "double" sure I was saved!). Sure got a lot of "guff" from other school kids who were there, but I just smiled at them, and took it...After all, I had just received my Eternal Salvation! Praise the Lord!

I went off during my teenage years and went my own way. But The lord brought me to my knees one night while hubby was working and my children were fast asleep. I was watching the story of Adam Walsh on TV, and at the end of that movie, they showed a "whole" lot of missing childrens pictures, it made me think of my own children and how devistating it would be to have one missing and never knowing anything.

It made me wonder how many of those children were taken by someone in an occult for whatever...it made me cry for the children. For their pain and suffering ...for those of abuse ...I think the Lord brought me to that ...but it put me on my knees before Christ Praying for the children....all the children less fortunate and in neglect and abuse. Then the Lord spoke to me and told me He has always been here, and that He is filling me with His Holy Spirit, in which I started speaking in a different language.

I tested that, He tells us to in His word, so I did, I Prayed and tested the spirits...I was speaking in tongues! Weeping and Praying and Praising the Lord all alone by myself. He kept showing me thru His word...that It was REAL! Praise the Lord, for His Mercies and Love that endures forever and ever. Amen amen

[Tsabar]

I got saved on the Floor of my Favourite Ice Hockey Team's Arena!!!! :rofl

There was no ice nor hockey that night though, but a Christian conference. :D

[Sana]

In my room, in the dark, in the middle of the night, while watching TBN. (I know!)

That night I realized that even though my mom's a Christian, she took me to church when I was a kid, and I prayed to God about all my problems, I still needed to be born again... What I had with God was not enough, becoming a real Christian was needed, just like with everyone else.

[GloryBound]

Age 6, my parents living room.

I had done something wrong and suddenly realized that I was a "bad person", and cried . My parents then led me to salvation.

[onetwothree]

Father's Day 1992

Us kids came from a ways to go to church, so we were always allowed to stay the day at church if we wanted. Most of the other teenagers went to Pizza Hut for the afternoon, but I stayed at the church, alone, and got saved while lying on the floor reading my Bible. I was reading the 10 Commandments and relized I could never live up to them.

[Bone_Mender]

October 30, 1987. At a revival at my grandmother's Pentacostal church.

[Crescendo]

As a nineteen year old at an Air Force Base in Texas.

[GAB]

That's when the Holy Spirit told me to go to the altar call.

And I didn't.

But He got me anyway. All glory to Him!

[gertie got grace]

What an uplifting thread!!

August of 2000. I was in my car running an errand for work. I do most my thinking and decision making in the car. The left behind book was the catalyst.

By the way, driving a car while getting saved might not be the bestest place if you cry alot like me :) Praise God tho... He kept me safe!

[knowpeace]

And here I thought I was the only one who was saved while driving my car!

I grew up in an extremely strict Orthodox household - our priest was even my godfather! I went for years firmly believing I was a good christian, even though I had distanced myself from the church and it's consuming traditions. I still studied the Bible, attended non-denominational services...I just never really understood what the whole "born again" thing meant.

Until, at the age of 40, driving in my car, half listening to a radio preacher's sermon (a crackling AM radio station that was all I could tune in), and the preacher uttered a simple line that changed my life. He challenged the listeners to finish the sentance, "When God looks at me, he feels...."

Without hesitation, my mind responded, "..love".

Amazing. Such a simple phrase. But suddenly my whole body began to shake, every inch of me felt like I was tingling and on fire. I started crying so hard I had to pull over - crying with absolute, unfathomable joy like I had never felt before.

That's when I began my personal, intimate walk with Jesus. After years of formal religious education, after years of questioning and doubt, after years of inexplicable depression, I finally knew what it meant to be "born again" - and life has never been the same.

[Silly Daddy]

About 20 years ago, in front of the TV watching the 700 Club. I had been drawn to watching it for a couple of weeks. That evening I prayed with Pat Robertson.

It's been a winding road since then, and He worked on me in a lot of ways, but I got serious about it seven years ago. It's amazing what Jesus has done with me since then!

[trillabodilla]

What a wonderful thread

*bump*

[cindyw]

Originally posted by Silly Daddy
About 20 years ago, in front of the TV watching the 700 Club. I had been drawn to watching it for a couple of weeks. That evening I prayed with Pat Robertson.


Me too!:thumb In 1992, I was visiting my dad's in New York, watching 700 Club about 2-3am completely trashed, but coherant enough to know that I was an utter sinner and I wanted to die. I knew then and there what Jesus did for me and that I DID NOT deserve it (I felt the great weight of my sin)! I also felt HIS love and acceptance in spite of this fact.......I knew I couldn't live without Him nor resist His will for my life any longer. When I asked Him into my life, my life changed............and has continued to do so........:): Blessings in Jesus, Cindy:):

[monty_ray]

Originally posted by knowpeace
And here I thought I was the only one who was saved while driving my car!


Nope.. I was too. :P:

[TyTex]

At a revival service at First Baptist Church, Kilgore, Texas, in May, 1962. Evangelist Angel Martinez was preaching. I was 10 years old. I didn't make a public profession until the following Sunday after I had told my folks and visited with our pastor.

[faline]

I'm not sure, actually. I know I was deeply in love with Jesus as a very little child (three or four years old), and I remember witnessing in the neighborhood to other kids when I was about six. But I went forward in the church as a public sign at eight. So, I'm not sure when that "moment" actually happened, but because I went forward at eight, that's the time I generally give cite people ask.

[jelli<><]

Where were you saved?


~... on a hill, far away....:angel

[Jiggy37]

In my living room, in front of the couch, praying along with the prayer in Left Behind. :): In spite of what I said in my testimony (http://www.livejournal.com/users/jiggychan/193052.html#cutid1), I've come to the conclusion that it must have actually been sometime in October 2001. I mean, I was still arguing against Christianity as we know it back on September 23rd (http://www.livejournal.com/users/jiggychan/49925.html), so, um... yeah.
But, anyway, yeah, that was where it happened. :):

[Michele93]

There was an 'altar call' at church both for those who wanted to know Jesus and those who desired prayer. I went for prayer for my brother who had just admitted he was an alcoholic. The altar worker asked me if I knew Jesus and I said 'no but I want to'. She prayed with me. I knew when I got home that day that things were different! It was August 1993...I was 24 years old. God is so good!!!

-Michele

[Walter]

:): I don`t remember where exactly but I remember how. I used to listen to a program called South west Radio Church. I came across it by accident. I was listening to pastor David Weber and what he said realy interested me(he was talking about prophecy).
After that I started looking for other programs. To make a long story short after I listened for several months a preacher presented the plan of salvation and I accepted Christ as my Savior.
Walt

[frisian1970]

Originally posted by Sparklecat
Just saw a post that talked about how we can be saved anywhere... got me thinking :)

I was at my boarding school in November, Sunday morning at (mandatory) church... we had a speaker there, Luke something, and he was talking about real-life miracles he had seen or heard of... one in particular hit me, with a man buying two plane tickets and going all the way across the country on an inner urging in order to tell a visiting Mexican about Jesus... the Mexican had heard him speak years ago and had thought that if he could just talk to him, he would believe...
Anyway, so I was listening to that story, having spent the last few months learning about Christianity and seeing my friends' examples... then it just kinda hit me, and I thought (sorry!), "Oh s***, it's true, isn't it? Why not, guess I can always change my mind if it doesn't work out."

:lol That's it... took me a few minutes to remember the part about actually having to confess sins and ask God for forgiveness... "the formula," as I saw it... but I did, right there silently in the church... took me a few weeks to tell people too... some took it better than others...

There was also a time a few months later, in January, when I was just lying in bed, talking to God or something, and it was like this intense joy and peace just flooded me... but I know that I was saved at that first time because I saw the evidence in my life... Bible understanding, drastically reduced temper, etc... other people said they saw it too...

YSIC, Justine

:angel

[Angyl]

Chick Track, child, prayer in the back, every time I read one, date unknown. (estimate 5 or 6 years old, cuz I remember studying prophecy and understanding some of what the world would be like today when I was only 7).

[antsinmypants]

I was four. can't remember if I was in Virginia or South Carolina at the time.

I read alot of chick tracts too.. (learned to read at 4 1/2 in Kindergarten)..

:):

[JustGodsChild]

At a church service altar call.

[Grow with God]

I was 4 years old, standing in the back of my empty Sunday school classroom, looking at a Nativity that was set up back there. I waited for my class to file out and then I went back there to pray.

[Sojourner]

Frisian, you certainly have been busy. :B:

[almondeyes73]

Originally posted by Sparklecat


There was also a time a few months later, in January, when I was just lying in bed, talking to God or something, and it was like this intense joy and peace just flooded me... but I know that I was saved at that first time because I saw the evidence in my life... Bible understanding, drastically reduced temper, etc... other people said they saw it too...

YSIC, Justine [/B]

if you honestly felt all of that how can you turn your back on it now?

[BereanSalmon]

At Tarrant County Baptist church camp, in the sanctuary--the same place that my brother was also saved.

Sadly, this sanctuary was hit by a tornado. I'm sure it saw a lot of genuine conversions--I wonder if Satan was angry?

[stephanne909]

I was 19...and I was in church and I felt the Holy Spirit telling me to come...I went to the alter and most every member of the church was kneeling beside me...

last year I was walking away from God badly..I was in sin and I finally confessed and turned...I told God I was sorry and was forgiven...but I went back to this same church (always went there) and I again went up to the alter in front of everyone to have them pray for me..and to let all my church family know...I was sorry and had repented...again...everyone was up there with me..and everyone was crying tears of joy...someone who had strayed...found her way back home.

[Jade]

I was saved in my own living room in my apartment.

My testimony

I grew up in the countryside of rural Long Island. My childhood memories are filled with catching frogs, eating wild raspberries and that kind of thing. From early on, I saw nature. Somehow in all of that, I began to see a supernatural hand behind it all. Eventually the years past, and my faith in God changed as I grew up, but I never doubted His existence. I began to study science, the life sciences in particular. As I learned about the details of Creation, I saw more clearly the Hand of God. I could not look at nature and see anything random like a godless evolution, even though it was taught to me. There was just too much order in the universe for it to be anything but God. Look in the sands at the tide mark on the beach. Sift it out, and look at the minute shells you find under a microscope. Magnificent creation of God.

Still though I did not believe in Jesus. To me, He was just a “great man” a “prophet” and nothing more. I searched the scriptures in vain for Jesus to say He was the Son of God, or God Himself. A friend in high school once told me that there was more than one way to God and I would find that in the New Testament, Acts so she said. I read that book so much and never once found that passage. Did I doubt my friend? No, I doubted my ability to find it. I read the truth, the truth that there is only one way to God, through Jesus, but I did not understand. That disbelief continued for many years.

I am in my early 20’s. I pray to God, but not in Jesus’ name or recognizing Jesus. I do not believe in sin, or in hell. I long for God though. At this time I became engaged and then the engagement fell apart. Broken hearted, on a moonlit beach in Mexico, I decided to end my life. It was easy, listening to the gentle waves of the Gulf of California. My friends had paired up for the night, leaving only me, alone. I nearly drowned as a child. It seemed fitting that I should chose to go out into the water and swim until I could not swim any longer. The water was warm, inviting. There were sharks, but it would only be a moment of pain, then oblivion.

As I rose to my feet, a drunk stumbled over the rocks around the small fire we built on the beach. He began speaking to me, quite frankly annoying me. He was a preacher’s son, staying at the cottages down the beach. He talked to me, 5 minutes, 10, 20, I don’t know. By the time he was done I was angry, my sense of loss was gone. I would not commit suicide that night or any other night. I was ready to fight my pain.

Don’t get me wrong, I did not accept Jesus as my savior that night, but I knew even then that God stopped me from killing myself. He was there that night. He sent that annoying preacher’s kid to stop me the only way possible from the sin of taking my own life.

Around 30, I am studying my chosen profession in medicine. For spring break, I decided to go to the Caribbean. While there I was assaulted. I needed to be tested for HIV among other things. This was a frightening time for me. I tried to tell my friends but could not. How do you speak of something so terrible as what I went through, and the fears that followed? I prayed to God, as I always have, seeking Him, yet never hearing His responses. I prayed so hard while I waited the necessary time limit until I could be tested. I was clear, no infection of HIV. I went to the local old mission (San Xavier del Bac) and thanked God in prayer.

A few months later, I am interning at a hospital and one of my coworkers asked me out to a bible study date. I agreed. Afterwards he told me that he doesn’t date anyone who isn’t a Christian because of the whole unequally yoked thing. So in my apartment, I got down on my knees and vaguely remember saying, crying “So this is what you want from me Lord? To believe that Jesus is really your Son?” Then crying, uncontrollable crying, recognition of all of my sins, and there are many. Things that I can never bring myself to ever tell any of you. I felt like a tornado had swept through me.

The next day, at work, even though I still felt all shaken from what had taken place, another coworker said that he had never seen such a look of peace on anyone’s face before. That is when I knew for certain that the events of the night before were real, that I was a part of God’s kingdom. How else could someone see peace in my countenance given the whirlwind of emotions I felt? I was saved by the grace of God and the sacrifice of His Son Jesus.

For the rest, look at me now, 14 years later. I have a relationship with God. He has worked miraculous changes in my life. I am still sinful, but I am not the same person I was before. My prayers are heard, and I see God’s Hand working in my life, more than ever before. I have seen the Holy Spirit working in my life too, leading me to do things I could never accomplish on my own. I understand the scriptures better. The Spirit guides me in my walk with the Lord. I have the relationship with God I have always longed for, and His assurances of my eternal salvation. I thank God for His grace and gift of salvation.

[Sparklecat]

Originally posted by almondeyes73
if you honestly felt all of that how can you turn your back on it now?

I'm not supposed to post in here, sorry :):

[GracefulAng]

Hi:wave

I remember very well, when a guest pastor came to speak at my college's own chapel. My tutor had invited to come along and I thought that I would go and listen to him instead of attending the Venture Scouts meeting that night.

He gave the Gospel sermon entitled "Heaven and Hell" to about a dozen of students and few members of staff. I have never heard the word "Hell" before (sad but true!), and it scared me witless:fear!

I put my hand up to ask him about that at the end of the sermon. When he explained what it meant, and I decided to accept Jesus as my saviour. It was on February 17, 1997 (a fortnight after my birthday) - Praise the Lord!:dancing

I was glad that I didn't attend the Venture Scouts meeting that very night!

God bless you,
Ang:wave

[spirit]

I love this thread!

It was 1995. I had a best friend I used to go out clubbing with all the time. One day she came to visit me and she was a different person. She told me she had found the love of her life. I'll never forget her smile, the peace on her face and her gentleness. She told me about Jesus. Instantly, I knew for some strange reason she was speaking "the truth", and I desired what she had found. She didn't present me with a salvation plan or anything..but invited me to church.

A month later, I was home alone on a Saturday night flipping channels on my T.V. and I stopped on TBN. There was a man, it was Paul Crouch inviting me to accept Jesus as my personal Saviour. I did and in an instant felt the Holy Spirit washing me. I cried so much that night in repentance. It was glorious.

That same night I had a dream with satan himself. I was in what appeared to be a castle. I was on the rooftop of it and there was a blonde, good looking man, wearing nothing but pants. He was laughing at me. He was evil. And he came to me and said to me, "When you get tired of Jesus, I'll always be here." I knew it was the devil, my spiritual enemy, but I felt so helpless, what did I know about spiritual warfare, especially in dreams (?). He then came towards me and body slammed me in the dream. I knew I had to do something to defend myself and so I said, "in the name of Jesus, LEAVE.!" My dream ended right there.

That's it.

I just love this thread.

Interesting how many of us got saved some place that's not at Church.

God is soooo Good!

[sasi]

I went to a catholic school and knew Jesus from all the catechism classes. One night alone in my room, I felt such saddness for my weakness and sinfullness. I sobbed and asked the Lord for forgiveness. There was an immediate sense of peace and love, unlike anything I have ever experienced since. I was seven years old. At the time I didn't have a clue that it was a salvation experience. In the years that followed I did back slide at times, but always felt the Holy Spirit. :thumb