
Josiah
NEWTON
When
I was
8 years old I made a profession of faith. I tried to trust in a
really good feeling that I had in church one time, and if that
wasn't good enough I trusted also in a time when I had prayed a
formula prayer with a radio preacher. There was no salvation
experience, no repenting of sin, no trusting in Christ. I had an
intellectual understanding of words like "trust", "faith", and
"believe", but none of them meant anything to me beyond that point.
I was not out to deliberately deceive anyone, although I was, but I
had wrapped myself in religious darkness and I was blinded by Satan
in my own heart. I genuinely thought that I was a Christian. When
I was faced with the truth that I was supposed to have a changed
life after I got saved, I trusted in the fact that I no longer
openly fantasized in my mind about certain areas of wickedness. I
never had a hunger for God's word, although I sometimes read it. I
never prayed except when called upon in family time, at meals, or in
prayer meeting. There was just no life. The lack of personal
evidence didn't bother me at first because I just enjoyed myself and
didn't think about it. There was no thought of God in any
seriousness, no battling with sin, no temptation by the devil,
nothing that would in any way suggest that I was at all a new
creature in Christ Jesus.
As I
got older I began to have more and more doubts about my salvation.
There was no complete assurance at any time, only fear and torment.
The only times that I felt better was when I just didn't think about
it. I began to try to grasp at anything that I could hold onto to
assure myself that I was truly saved. I looked to men, words,
feelings, experiences, logic, anything, but nothing gave me any real
peace or calmness in my soul. For example, I took comfort in what a
preacher had said about Satan making those that were saved have
doubts, but leaving the truly unsaved to themselves. So I reasoned
that since I had doubts I must be saved, for why would they be there
if I wasn't? If someone spoke of me as if I was saved then I would
trust in that because surely they saw something in me that would
make them think such a thing. Sometimes waves of despair would come
over me and the only one that I could turn to was my dad. I would
go and talk to him and talk to him hoping that he would bolster me
up and give me something to trust or hope in, but there was nothing
there. When I honestly thought about the life hereafter I realized
that I really had no delight in going to heaven. I hoped that
worshipping God would not be all that was done for I took no true
delight in such things. I loved to hear preachers and Christians
talk about other things that we would get to do in heaven besides
worship God. I thought about meeting relatives and all the amazing
things that we were supposed to be able to do up there, but I never
looked forward to meeting the Lord Jesus Christ. When I really got
honest with myself at times, I would assure myself that at least I
had a 50-50 chance to make it into heaven given my profession and
all. Then I would try to rid my mind of such thoughts for I knew
that a Christian was supposed to have complete and full assurance of
their salvation. When ever something in my life didn't match up
with the way things were supposed to be, I wrote it all off as
doubts that Satan was bringing to me. I never knew if the
assurances that I had were from God or from Satan. I never knew if
the doubts in my mind were conviction or from Satan. Whenever
anyone said something that seemed to me to be questioning my
salvation I was plunged back into doubts and fears and torments. I
relied on what other people thought about my spiritual condition.
If someone thought I was saved then that was just one more evidence
that I was saved, wasn't it? My hope was shakily built on what was
done and said and thought, but not on Christ.
When we came to Canada and I was to be baptized, my dad told me
what kind of things would be happening and we had a little lesson
about the significance of the whole thing. But there was no real
meaning to me. I just accepted the facts and went on. Then I had
to come up with a testimony. I had never given my testimony before
or had told anyone besides my parents that I claimed to be saved. I
had no testimony. My dad gave me some pointers on what was supposed
to be in a testimony. I was supposed to say what sins I had been
convicted of, so I told about my thought life, and added some more
things to the list that seemed to have improved for the better in my
life around the time that I had said I was saved. I told about what
I had said to my parents, but there wasn't much else to put in a
testimony besides that. After baptism I became more secure in my
profession because I was a member and all. Whenever I looked back
on what was missing in my life I tried to think that I had gotten
saved somewhere along the way and just didn't realize it. I just
kept up the cycle of searching for the assurance that I longed for,
to really know that I was saved and going to heaven. I read I John
over and over because there were some tests there that were supposed
to tell me if I was saved or not. So comparing myself by myself, I
went through the tests and thought I was ok, but it never helped.
All this went on until about two years ago.
When I
was saved
One night in the spring of 2004 or 2005, God really and truly
saved me. My dad was soberly speaking to someone to give diligence
to make their calling and election sure, and I was listening. As I
listened I was suddenly stripped of everything that I had or thought
I had to hope in. I felt as if I was doing a freefall into hell and
there was nothing to stop me, nothing to grab hold of, no one
keeping me safe. At first I started to go through the routine of
claiming assurance and trying to think about the things that I
always leaned upon, but it did no good. Then I tried to pray.
There was no answer, God did not hear. Then I thought perhaps there
were some sins that I had yet to confess, for that was all I could
do when I was in despair at other times. Then there began to come
to my mind a train of sins of a certain kind throughout my whole
life even when I claimed to be saved, things that I had thought of,
things that I had looked upon, things I had longed to do, and even
done. There I saw that I had no excuse. My mouth was stopped and I
was guilty before God. Then I said: "God, if I am saved please
forgive me, if I am lost please save me." and He did. There to my
heart was the blood applied, glory to his name. I cannot praise my
Redeemer enough for his great mercy to me in delivering me from my
sin and deception and hypocrisy. What is different now? 2Co 5:17:
"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things
are passed away; behold, all things are become new." I am trusting
in Christ who saved me and his blood alone. No man can speak peace
to my soul, I've tried that. No good works will ever give me
assurance. Only the Lord Jesus Christ. I still sin, but God is
faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all
unrighteousness. Now I have Christ! The Holy Spirit witnesses to
my spirit that I am a child of God. Now there is life in my soul.
Some
verses that mean a lot to me are Ephesians 2:12-17: "That at that
time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of
Israel, and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope,
and without God in the world: [13] But now in Christ Jesus ye who
sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ. [14]
For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down
the middle wall of partition between us; [15] Having abolished in
his flesh the enmity, even the law of commandments contained in
ordinances; for to make in himself of twain one new man, so making
peace; [16] And that he might reconcile both unto God in one body
by the cross, having slain the enmity thereby: [17] And came and
preached peace to you which were afar off, and to them that were
nigh.
Also I John 4:16-19: "And we have known and believed the love
that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love
dwelleth in God, and God in him. [17] Herein is our love made
perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because
as he is, so are we in this world. [18] There is no fear in love;
but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He
that feareth is not made perfect in love. [19] We love him,
because he first loved us."
May Jesus Christ
be praised!
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