I was born and raised in a homeÂ where I was blessed with God-fearingÂ parents, two brothers and a good churchÂ community. We lived in the countryside,Â so I had plenty of space to roam andÂ explore. I had a wonderful childhood.
I was baptized as an infant. I went toÂ church twice every Sunday. I attendedÂ a Christian school. The subjects studiedÂ included Bible Study and ChurchÂ History. I read my Bible and my parentsÂ also read it every night after supper.
If I ever thought about death at all,Â I took it for granted that I was goingÂ to Heaven. After all, I was in the rightÂ church – automatically making me one ofÂ Godâ€™s elect. I thought at the time that IÂ had nothing to worry about.
When I grew a little older, I startedÂ having questions. Why was I one of theÂ elect, and other people I knew were not?Â They lived better lives than I did. WhyÂ was I chosen and they were not? I knewÂ from the Bible that God is a God of love.Â I knew He wouldnâ€™t be unfair, arbitrarilyÂ saving some and not others.
As I became a young adult, IÂ sometimes struggled with theseÂ questions. I realized that I was no longerÂ sure I was going to Heaven. BelongingÂ to a certain church didnâ€™t seem to be theÂ solution any more.
Thankfully one night the Lord savedÂ me. All my questions were answered.Â That evening as always, my father wasÂ reading the Bible to us. As sometimesÂ happened, my mind wandered, but thisÂ time my eyes went to a wooden plaqueÂ on the kitchen wall that contained aÂ Bible verse. I really focused on its words.Â â€œFor God so loved the world that He gaveÂ His only begotten Son, that whoever believesÂ in Him should not perish but have everlastingÂ lifeâ€ (John 3:16).
The words â€œwhoever believesâ€ jumpedÂ out at me. I could know I was going toÂ Heaven, not because of the church IÂ belonged to nor through any merit ofÂ my own. All I had to do was believeÂ that the Lord Jesus Christ died for me.
Immediately, a huge load was takenÂ off my mind. I knew the Lord JesusÂ died for me and I was going to Heaven.Â I didnâ€™t say I was saved at the time, asÂ I was not familiar with the term. YearsÂ later when I attended a gospel meetingÂ and heard about salvation, I knew IÂ had this salvation and I knew when IÂ received it.
I thank the Lord for my salvationÂ every day, and I look forward to myÂ Heavenly home.
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