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VCO -> RE: Are you saved but not baptized? (9/4/2008 4:46:30 AM)
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ORIGINAL: VCO As for Romans 6:3, that clearly is talking about Spriitual Baptism, when we were "immersed" into the body of Christ. That happened the very moment we first genuinely "believed". . . . Absolutely Jesus did it all on the cross. Praise Him! Apparently Romans 6:3 isn't as clear and you maintain, . . . Praise Him indeed!!!! [:)] U&U Okey, now here is why I know we were immersed into the body of Christ the moment we first believed; it is my personal testimony: I was raised in a Church, acknowleged that the Bible and all of the Scriptures about the things Jesus did were ABSOLUTELY TRUE, I attended Church regularly most of my young life, and even prayed over every meal; BUT I was not "Born Again" until 1978 when I was 29. I knew about JESUS, but I did not come to KNOW JESUS until after a nasty divorce that spun me into a depression that led me to three attempts at suicide. The first two attempts, I had a pistol against my head, with the trigger half pulled, when an ABSOLUTE TERROR came over me, KNOWING THAT I WAS ABOUT TO WALK INTO HELL. I was NOT afraid to die, that is what I wanted. I did not care if I hurt my parents, brothers, or sister; I just felt totally WORTHLESS because I could not save my marriage, so I wanted to end it all. On the third attempt, I got drunker than any two men could get, and decided to arrange a fatal motorcycle accident. I saw them pouring new gravel on a dirt road earlier that day and knew that loose gravel was the most dangerous surface to ride a bike on. The perfect place to make it look like an accident. About 1:00 A.M., I staggered out of the house, started my dirt bike, leaving the helmet at home on purpose. I wanted to hit head first at 60 mph, with no helmet. What happened next I am more ashamed of than anything I ever did. I approached that loose gravel mile with the throttle wide open, looking up into the night sky taunting God, "If you want me, you can take me anywhere you want on this mile!" God had every right to let me kill myself after that, because I knew the Bible said, "Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God." I leaned out over the handle bars to insure a head first impact, and kept the throttle wide open for that entire mile. To my surprise the bike did not even wobble for the entire mile. As I come out the end of that country mile, back onto the blacktop road, I backed off the throttle and slowly headed for home, trying to figure out why I did not lose control and wreck my dirt bike. After I got home I sat up still trying to figure it out, and slowly sobering up. About 5:00 A.M., I hit me, "I cannot ride a bike like that, even sober!" God had to of reached down and grabbed that bike, as if to say, "No you don't I have a plan for your life." Instantly something broke in my heart, and I think it was the pride of running my own life my own way. I fell to my knees in my bedroom weeping like a baby, as this terrible sense of guilt washed over me (not only for attempting suicide but also for my whole lifestyle). I cried out to God sobbing, "Lord forgive me! If You have a purpose for my life, then You are going to have to come into it and run it, because I am making a mess of it!" I meant that prayer with my whole being, and no one in the Church that I was raised in ever taught me to pray like that. I believe the Holy Spirit gave me that prayer, when I needed it most. I knew what I was doing was TOTALLY surrendering control of my life to the Lord. NOW, I know that is the moment I was saved. BUT, no one in that cold ritualistic Church that I was attending ever told me that I needed to feed on the Word, to grow that new born again spirit in me, and NO ONE there ever said, "you need to be Baptized", in those 10 minute sermons that had little or no Scripture in them. I started being more faithful to Church attendance, fully trusting God to do something with my life. About six months later, at work one night, I got TOTALLY bored with my Country music, and started changing the channels. I turned it until I found someone teaching the Bible; and I did not even know we had a Christian Radio Station. It was Dr. John MacArthur's "Grace to You" program, and he was on the first night of teaching verse by verse through the Book of Revelation. I was amazed, it spoke directly to my heart, and I hungered for MORE. It took him 72 nights to get through the Book of Revelation, and I truly HUNGERED for the Word, and sincerely wanted more and more of that type of teaching the Word. What used to the most boring Book in the world to me, was NOW the most exciting. Soon I was searching for a Bible Teaching Church, because something seemed very lacking in my old Church. Still I had not heard a Sermon that said I needed to be Baptized, but my spirit was growing DAILY, because I was feeding on the word. Another YEAR went by while I was Church hopping trying to find a Church that Taught the Word, like Dr. John MacArthur taught it, and during that time God brought my soul-mate into my life. We found the Church we were searching for, and it was a JOY to attend and be fed the Word. The Worship Service there had a half hour of music, followed by one hour Sermons of teaching the Word, that left us hungry to hear more. Then one Sunday Dr. Gil Rugh, taught a sermon on Baptism, and it stuck me in my heart, and I got lower and lower in the pew. The thought that I needed to go back to Church that night to be Baptized, came to me at a family picnic that afternoon, but I chickened out. (Again something I am ashamed of.) I had put $3 in the envelope in the pew to order a tape of that Sermon, but even when it came, I just tossed it in a box, as God was leading us to move to California and we were busy packing. Happily we found a good Bible Teaching Church when we moved to California, and it felt like HOME. Then a few months later, as I was going through a box in the closet, I found that tape of Dr. Gil Rugh teaching the necessity of being Baptized. I popped it into the tape player, and it convicted me all over again, and I was Baptized the very next Sunday, NEARLY two years after I was SAVED. I know I was saved because of the HUNGER for the Word, the JOY and Peace Jesus had put in my heart, the desire to truly PRAY (not just mouth memorized prayers), and the continuing desire to Obey HIM, and serve HIM. My spirit was continually growing as I fed on the Word. Granted, even I strongly encourage people to be Baptized as soon as they are born again, in fact, I think it should be the first step in one's Christian Walk. Still I know my sins were washed away nearly two years before I climbed into that Baptistry, because I had geniunely come to KNOW HIM in my heart, that night that I cried out to Him weeping over my sinfulness, on my knees in my bedroom.
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