Fifty 2 Sunday's ~ Listening 4 God
The sermon was titled "Born
Again" and the text was from John 3:1-8 about Nicodemus, a Pharisee and a
member of the Jewish ruling party, who came to Jesus in the night to speak to
him. Nicodemus starts by
acknowledging to Jesus that he knows he has come from God, or else he could not
"perform the signs" he had been doing. In responding, Jesus wasted no time
with idle talk, rather he told him that unless he was "born again" he
would not see the kingdom of God.
At some point during the well
delivered scripturally based sermon, the minister stopped and encourage the
congregation to participate in the classes they were having to teach people how
to talk about salvation. He then outlined how the basics - how a
person needs to hear the word of truth (the gospel story), believe it (Jesus),
accept it (Jesus), repent of their sins, confess Jesus as savior and be
baptized (immersed) . He advocated that members of the congregation undertake
engaging people in "salvation talk".
It took me back to my conversion...I cannot
quite explain how I went from unbelief to believing- but I did. I wasn’t raised in church and neither
of my parents took it upon themselves to educate me about religion, faith,
etc. What I knew about
Jesus was completely superficial; he was the reason we had Christmas and
Easter, he supposedly performed a bunch of miracles (i.e. walked on water,
healed people, made water into wine, etc.) and that Jesus died for me. NONE of this made any sense or connected
with me. It sounded like
pure silly rubbish. I
somehow thought I believed in a God, but like many today, the God I 'believed
in' was an all-encompassing-anything goes sort of God.
The first sermon I ever really
listened to was on November 9, 1980. I
do not recall what the sermon was about- but less than two months later - after
6-7 weeks of going to church on Sunday and studying scriptures with the college
minister's wife - I moved from a place of unbelief to belief. I went from not knowing exactly what
sin was - to a conviction of my sin and a readiness to repent. I went from thinking that Jesus' death
on the cross sounded like a bunch of poppycock to feeling emotional about
it. I wanted to be born
again - of "the water and spirit" (John 3:5) - I wanted to be
'clean' before God-and to have a 'new' beginning in life. I struggled with the thought (and
really it is a lie of Satan's) that I had to 'get my life right' before I could
be born again. However, in
the end, my desire and pull of God pushed me up out of my seat at the altar
call as the song "I surrender" was being sung. I went forward to confess my faith in
Jesus and be baptized on December 28, 1980.
I cannot explain how this occurred--I
know that it is largely the work of the Holy Spirit - that brought me to the
point to where I could actually 'hear' and 'receive' the truth. I believe God orchestrated my
footsteps, the circumstances and timing, and so much more than I will ever know
or understand except for the fact that I can say I was changed and that it is
real. Every time I take the Lord's supper, part of my prayer is thanking
God for finding me and redeeming me from the "empty way of life"
(I Peter 1:18).
God is in the salvation business - we can "plant"
and "water" but "It is not important who does the planting,
or who does the watering. What's
important is that God makes the seed grow” (I Corinthians 3:7 - New Living
Translation). Rest assured
if we keep ourselves open and stay closely connected to God, he will 'use' us
for his purposes in the life of another - and it may be to help them come to a
saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. This
is "salvation talk" as the minister put it.
As a postscript,
I want to share that the person I spoke about in the blog before this one
("The Church of the Human Heart") died this past week- eight days
after I visited them. I did
not sense they were close to death when I was there - but I am eternally
grateful that we did not merely engage in idle talk, instead we spoke of God
and Jesus, of salvation and eternal life. It is a fact that none of us knows
when our last day is or when we will see or speak to someone for the last
time. We are to "make
the most of every opportunity" (Colossians 4:5b) and if we do, we can live
with no regrets. May God help us live so each day.
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This is my 52nd
post-it took me more than 12 months to achieve '52'. Nearly 40 of the 52-blog entries were from
churches other than my 'home' church. Overall, it
has been an encouraging experience - of attending a diverse group of churches
mostly in my community and listening for God in the words said and lessons
taught. It has been a
spiritual discipline for me to reflect and write weekly about what I have
'heard' God say. I am
grateful for the discipline. I could easily continue it for another year,
but for now (or for some undefined period) I am going to take a break from
blogging. I may be back and perhaps I will blog about something
completely different. To my readers, most
of whom are unknown to me, Thank You! May
the sweetness of Christ draw you and keep you forevermore.
Blessings,
Kx Hickok