I was born and raised in a home where I was blessed with God-fearing parents, two brothers and a good church community. We lived in the countryside, so I had plenty of space to roam and explore. I had a wonderful childhood.
I was baptized as an infant. I went to church twice every Sunday. I attended a Christian school. The subjects studied included Bible Study and Church History. I read my Bible and my parents also read it every night after supper.
If I ever thought about death at all, I took it for granted that I was going to Heaven. After all, I was in the right church – automatically making me one of God’s elect. I thought at the time that I had nothing to worry about.
When I grew a little older, I started having questions. Why was I one of the elect, and other people I knew were not? They lived better lives than I did. Why was I chosen and they were not? I knew from the Bible that God is a God of love. I knew He wouldn’t be unfair, arbitrarily saving some and not others.
As I became a young adult, I sometimes struggled with these questions. I realized that I was no longer sure I was going to Heaven. Belonging to a certain church didn’t seem to be the solution any more.
Thankfully one night the Lord saved me. All my questions were answered. That evening as always, my father was reading the Bible to us. As sometimes happened, my mind wandered, but this time my eyes went to a wooden plaque on the kitchen wall that contained a Bible verse. I really focused on its words. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).
The words “whoever believes” jumped out at me. I could know I was going to Heaven, not because of the church I belonged to nor through any merit of my own. All I had to do was believe that the Lord Jesus Christ died for me.
Immediately, a huge load was taken off my mind. I knew the Lord Jesus died for me and I was going to Heaven. I didn’t say I was saved at the time, as I was not familiar with the term. Years later when I attended a gospel meeting and heard about salvation, I knew I had this salvation and I knew when I received it.
I thank the Lord for my salvation every day, and I look forward to my Heavenly home.
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