Sunday dawned bright and early at the home of the Sills Clan. After the torrential downpours of Saturday, I was beyond thankful to see the sun peeking out. I awoke with a sense of purpose that I had not felt in quite a while. There had been tremendous unease in my spirit, and y'all know what that can mean. Yep, my spirit was dry. I needed the rain. So, God provided His Glorious Creation, Earth, its needed rain on Saturday. And He, as Jehovah Jireh, provided the rain for my spirit on Sunday. I've been bull-headed, hard-hearted, and full of myself and my "life issues" for the past, oh I don't know, 38 years and some change. I thought that the path my life had taken a little over four years ago was a path departed from those less-than-desirable characteristics. While I was on a good path, or so I thought, I had begun to wonder and to doubt if it was God's Path for me. It wasn't. The path I was walking down was leading me away from the Arms of the Father. I chose this path, and the Holy Spirit had been convicting me something fierce for a while. You see, I hadn't ever publicly proclaimed, in front of my own church, that I am a Child of God. Doubt plagued me for that very reason. For doesn't the Son of God tell us, "If you are ashamed of Me before men, I will be ashamed of you before the Father." I go to a huge church, and there are people there that I know well and even some people with whom I work. And I'd never obeyed the tug in my heart to walk the aisle in front of all those folks and tell one of our ushers that, "I need God. I need Salvation from His Son. I must submit to Him in every aspect of my life." Even when I'd previously gone to smaller churches, I'd never felt this conviction, not like I had been feeling at my current church home. What was God showing me? Of what was I afraid? God spoke to me, and a few others, on Sunday. "Run down that aisle to the altar! Lose your pride and your fear!" Let me explain - my pastor preached on "A Bout with Doubt" - and why it's important to understand what that doubt means. To doubt if you're truly saved is the heaviest burden I know. I know that my mind told me, "Hey goofball! You believe on His Son, you know He died so that no one might perish." But, my heart said, "Listen up and hear." At the end of his message, my pastor asked one of our members to come up front and give his testimony of salvation. When that member began to tell his testimony, I could have sworn he had filched off my own. When he finished his testimony, I had tears streaming down my face. Especially during his last few words - he said that he used to hate to be alone because he was "scared that everyone else had left during the Rapture and that he'd been left behind." That's an awful fear to have. I know. So, when my pastor opened up the invitation, I grabbed my husband's hand and said to him, "I need you to come with me!" My husband looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "No, we need to go together." We moved so fast down that aisle to the altar that the usher probably thought we were going to bum-rush him! And wouldn't you know it, the usher just "happened" to be one of my friends. He grabbed my husband and me in the biggest hug you've ever seen and just shouted, "Glory to God!" I wish I could remember what my pastor said about knowing that your name is in the Lamb's Book of Life, but it escapes me. It must not be mine to share right now. Yet, I know from this day forward that my name is there. YSIC, Virginia
There is something about that alter that alters your life!
When I was 15, I argued with my friend Arlene for weeks that I did not need to go to the alter.
Then one Sunday as I stood next to her crying, she gave me a gently shove and said you KNOW you WANT to go. I ran down to that alter with tears.
After praying with and for me Pastor turned me towards the congregation and said here is a new child of God.
[b]There is something about that alter that alters your life! It's Jesus being there waiting for you.[/b]
Praise God Sister . . . a message so many need to hear (Rom 10:9-10). Thank you for sharing it with us. I'm believing it will lead many to shouting their testimony from the roof tops. Confessing with one's mouth, JESUS, is new blood (metaphorically) flowing through one's veins.