I'd like to go further on this issue, but that would be getting off-topic, and meant for another thread specifically on the issue!
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Kate, to whom are you addressing your comment regarding hypocrisy, etc?kateliz wrote:I'm just a bit flabergasted here. Aren't we being a bit too "politically correct" in our concern over whether we're, (I'm, to be more specific,) judging here or not??? I mean, come on! The woman has a boyfriend while she's still married.
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*sigh* And I could say the same thing about some of you judging me and my own heart as you have claimed I've done toward Vash's mother. I see real hypocrisy here. You've judged me based on evidence of what I've written, and so have I for this lady.
Here's the thing, I wasn't talking to her. I was speaking to her son, who it seemed to me accepted this sin without qualm. As a fellow Christian I felt obligated to point this out for his benefit. And if I were to talk to her, I would do it in love, with sympathy for her sinful human condition, humility on my part, and speak truth to her with all that.
But nevertheless, are we not forgetting here how the apostles spoke to hard-hearted sinners? And as well, how Christ Himself did too? He sought repentence from people, but for unremorseful people He was just in His displeasure.
I, in speaking only to the son, and with seeing in his post that her current state is in delight over this boyfriend as such, feel I was not being unjust or unChristian in my responding post towars her.
kateliz wrote:And I don't consider my own self "judging" IMO. Sin is sin is sin, and why am I getting the third degree just because I called it such? If I go further I'll only invoke more negative responses.
This is part of why I left the forums. I got tired of these never-ending struggles that didn't get near as far as they should, IMO, for productive Christian discussion. But, I must be invoking more wrath by saying that!![]()
Ugh, I seem like I have such a bad attitude here, I know... it's just that something about this disagreement is really getting my goat.![]()
Thanks for sharing and welcome to our board.omimanordude wrote:I dont know how this topic came to something of an argument, but I will simply share my christian testimony.
Since the age of 8, i have been going to church. For another 8 years, i NEVER knew what it meant to be a christian, since i nevered paid attention in church thenwell, then that year(nine years) I came across a few individuals that seemed intent on destroying my faith. I would have simply taken it, but something inside told me it would be a shame to merely stand there and not defend what i have been taught for so many years. Though i did not succeed in defending my faith, the desire to know what christianity was about finally came that day. I began to ask so many questions that I bet my teachers' heads spun
. I soon began to read the Bible more, study it intensely, and prayed so much that it became a vital part of my life. Confessions in prayer came everyday. Though at times i fall, as do we all, I always got back up. Now, i choose to live as a christian rather than be called one merely by name.
Thanks for your testimony! Back in early 1982, I was a new Christian and went to church one day. Several people went to the front for prayer for various things at the end of the service. A friend and I were the last to be prayed for. At the end of the prayer we both starting laughing so hard and for the next 20 minutes we could not contain it while the service closed and people went home [note: this was in no way related to the so called laughing revival fad that came about ten years later]. Both of us felt a great cleansing and great sinful burden lift. We were both involved in similar venues as you once were. So I say your experience was from the Lord and the cleansing is real my friend!andyredeemed wrote:Hi folks. I joined the message board a couple of days ago. This is my testimony:
I was brought up as a Catholic, although my parents where both rather
nominal, their only church attendance being Christmas and Easter. I was
christened, confirmed and all that, but didn't really have an
understanding of what I was meant to believe. By the time i was about
fourteen, I had 'invented' a kind of belief system that I could feel
comfortable with. It was a kind of pantheistic nature worship; very
imaginative!(it involved me evolving into a kind of godhood. I
later found out it wasn't a new idea).
At sixteen I got involved with a youth group run by the Catholic
Church called Genesis 2, which brought me into a more Christian
atmosphere, taught me a little bit about the bible and Jesus, and
generally helped me along through the latter part of adolescence.
Disaster struck when I was eighteen. Desperate to find work, I left
home in Scotland and moved to England where I got a job as a nurse. I
had some money, was far from parental restraint, and was rather
emotionally immature and a bit (big bit) insecure, so I started
drinking, doing very occasional drugs etc. Got myself a girlfriend and
lived with her for quite a while. During this time I also discovered the
occult. I think that I was just a spiritual searcher, and that's what I
found. I started doing tarot and meditation, got into all sorts of bad
sexual stuff, looked into Buddhism and hinduism, finally started
reading about witches and 'magic' etc. I even bumped into another nurse
working at the same hospital who described herself as a 'white witch' (I
don't know if she really was or not, but knowing a thing or two about
spiritual warfare, she probably was).
I became depressed, drank more heavily, started having paranoid
thoughts and aggressive episodes. By the time I was twenty-one, I was a
wreck, holding onto my job and my sanity by the skin of my teeth.
Another student nurse called Rachel, who was going out with one of
my mates, invited me to come along to her church and I, being
open-minded and loftily enlightened, condescended to go with her.
The week that followed was hellish. I suffered night-terrors, I
despised myself and everyone stupid enough to associate with me, and
ended up going off by myself with the intention of committing suicide.
I didn't, obviously.
In fact, somehow, Rachel got me back to the church. This was a
pattern for several weeks, and then one Sunday, the pastor made an altar
call, and without knowing how it happened (and I really do mean I have
absolutely NO conscious memory of making the decision), I found myself
standing up and responding to Jesus.
As a footnote, a couple of weeks later, when my life was getting
back on an even keel, I was riding my motorbike home from work, thinking
about Jesus and what He was doing, when I found myself giggling. Then I
started laughing, and eventually I was laughing so hard, I had to stop
and get off at the side of the road. I lay on the ground laughing
helplessly, with tears rolling down my face, rolling about and holding
my sides. This went on for about ten minutes and then gradually died
off. I didn't know what it was at the time, but I knew God was involved,
and I felt as though I had laughed a whole load of spiritual sickness
out of my body, because I felt clean. I now know that this was a baptism
in the spirit experience (and I don't really care if that sounds
unscriptural to some).
Here's my favourite joke about Christians:
Little Girl. "Mom, do all fairy tales begin with 'Once upon a time'?
Mom. "No dear, some begin with; 'When I became a Christian, all my
troubles where over!'![]()
That about sums it up for me. Bless you chaps
Isn't it amazing. I remember sharing the things of God with other Christians and, much to my embarrassment, suddenly feeling like I was going to break down crying. I say much to my embarrassment because real men don't cry.j316 wrote:I am extremely pleased that ths topic has survived as long as it has. Blessings to all who have shared their experiences over the past several years.
I can identify with the laughter, I spent the first six months after my conversion experiencing all sorts of intense emotions, it was as if an internal dam had broken. I would be working and suddenly would start crying for no apparent reason, I also experienced joy.