Post by tennesseepete on Mar 29, 2009 0:59:54 GMT -5
I grew up in upstate New York. I had never done what I would then have consider a "big" sin. But, when I was 12 years old, I heard a visiting preacher at our Baptist church speak about sin and Hell. I am sure that was not the first time I heard this message. But, on our way home one night, I realized, I was a sinner. If I died, I would not go to Heaven. I thought I needed to pray something so for several days, I prayed every prayer I could think of. I reworded and prayed all the verses I could think of. Finally, after I am not sure how long a time period, I realized that Christ had died for my sins and I believed that. That meant I was saved. I didn't have to pray anything or do anything. I don't remember the date, but do remember the relief that the turmoil was relieved.
Whenever I read and or think about 1 Cor 15:3,4, I am thankful Christ died for my sins, all of them. I am also thankful He has led me, seemingly by accident, to a church where the Bible is preached clearly, and the former contradictions and difficulties are clarified.
Whenever I read and or think about 1 Cor 15:3,4, I am thankful Christ died for my sins, all of them. I am also thankful He has led me, seemingly by accident, to a church where the Bible is preached clearly, and the former contradictions and difficulties are clarified.