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Hello Shirley, It's not my intention to upset you, but I wanted to ask you a question or two. When I was a child, if someone asked me if I were a Christian, I would have said yes, because I was raised believing that I was Christian by virtue of birth to a "Christian" mother, catechism in the articles of faith in the R.C. church, and a genuine belief that Jesus is God, but I can tell you now that I wasn't born again until I was 39 years old, had never actually heard or at least understood the gospel until that age, and therefore couldn't have received Jesus Christ by faith (I didn't even know that such a thing was possible.) Would you tell me why you believed yourself to be Christian as a girl while being unaware of any sin? I would say it's impossible to be a Christian without being aware of your sin, but please indulge me with an explanation of what you believe makes you a "Christian." Perhaps I may be able to help you. When I was a child, I felt the same way with regard to my sin, that is, I wasn't aware of any sin in my life, but in retrospect I'd done things worthy of death under the law of Moses (I was a disobedient and rebellious child even though at the time I believed my behavior was justified by my circumstances.) The scripture tells us that if we say that we have no sin, we are liars. The problem is that we generally aren't very qualified to identify our own sin, unless we know that we've definitely broken one of the 10 commandments, or something of that nature. In God's economy it takes a work of the Holy Spirit to bring us to a conviction of our sin (by nature we tend to imagine that we are faultless, especially when we are engaged in the practice of religion.) As a child, I tried to do things to please God, but often found that evil things happened to me after doing something "good." This lead me to question God's goodness or love for me. After all, my parents rewarded me for doing those things that they told me to do, and I was convinced that at least one of them genuinely loved me, so why wouldn't God reward me for doing "good"? Didn't He love me? Our parents can be a source of confusion without ever meaning to be. I was unable to believe that God loved me until I understood just how much I'd been forgiven and just how much it cost Him.Shirley said:For me it would have happened after the Hell fire and brimstone sermons which were so scary that I can't believe they said TV was bad. Any way even though I was a Christian girl and unaware of any sin, my whole body would shake. I went to the altar to get saved over and again because of this. I now believe I went to the altar to make the devil happy. Oh how confusing that was.
My Father told me it meant I was under conviction. But for What? My only sin I could think of was not working fast enough to satisfy my parents.
After this severe shaking and getting saved again within the week my Mother would inform me that I could not possibly be saved because I could not do the work she required and I would then be shaken severely again at the next altar call. Why did I believe them? Why do I still feel so unloved by God?
Truthfully the shaking at the hell service was not as bad as the beatings by my slave driver!!
Thank-you for your response Michael. I was raised in extremely legalistic religion. I was aware of sins and saved or born again at a very young age. I was taught things were sin that were not sins. I suffered daily! I tried with all my heart and soul not to ever sin and yet was constantly accused of it. There is no doubt in my mind that I loved God with all my heart! I was never in trouble at school but at home I was never doing enough to satisfy my parents. I begged God to forgive me for my short comings every night before bed and at every altar call. I just did the best I could and no one from my religion ever helped me with more than a smile or loving word. I should not be telling this but maybe someone out here knows how hard it is. When your parents belong to the crazy religion, or a wrong religion, then your heart tells you it is wrong but your brain tells you they must be right. Confusing beyond belief. I now know that my heart knew it was wrong, but what child does not believe their parents must be right? My sin was not working harder than an adult, or making too much noise. The discernment that I had as a young child was misinterpreted for me by my parents. It was a war between my spirit and my brain. After all what child thinks their parents are wrong? Now I know, but I did not know then. I am still considered to be bad by my parents and just do the best I can to love and respect them even when they are totally wrong. It is hard to do your best to be good while being accused of evil. Just wish that even one person in my crazy home church would have cared enough to reach out to me. They were not all bad, but they would not stick up for the children who were being abused and they still don't! I guess a lot of them were just minding there own business and abuse is still rampant in the religion and I still suffer from lack of love. At this point though I guess it is my own fault that I am still not sure if God loves me.Michael V Pardo said:Hello Shirley, It's not my intention to upset you, but I wanted to ask you a question or two. When I was a child, if someone asked me if I were a Christian, I would have said yes, because I was raised believing that I was Christian by virtue of birth to a "Christian" mother, catechism in the articles of faith in the R.C. church, and a genuine belief that Jesus is God, but I can tell you now that I wasn't born again until I was 39 years old, had never actually heard or at least understood the gospel until that age, and therefore couldn't have received Jesus Christ by faith (I didn't even know that such a thing was possible.) Would you tell me why you believed yourself to be Christian as a girl while being unaware of any sin? I would say it's impossible to be a Christian without being aware of your sin, but please indulge me with an explanation of what you believe makes you a "Christian." Perhaps I may be able to help you. When I was a child, I felt the same way with regard to my sin, that is, I wasn't aware of any sin in my life, but in retrospect I'd done things worthy of death under the law of Moses (I was a disobedient and rebellious child even though at the time I believed my behavior was justified by my circumstances.) The scripture tells us that if we say that we have no sin, we are liars. The problem is that we generally aren't very qualified to identify our own sin, unless we know that we've definitely broken one of the 10 commandments, or something of that nature. In God's economy it takes a work of the Holy Spirit to bring us to a conviction of our sin (by nature we tend to imagine that we are faultless, especially when we are engaged in the practice of religion.) As a child, I tried to do things to please God, but often found that evil things happened to me after doing something "good." This lead me to question God's goodness or love for me. After all, my parents rewarded me for doing those things that they told me to do, and I was convinced that at least one of them genuinely loved me, so why wouldn't God reward me for doing "good"? Didn't He love me? Our parents can be a source of confusion without ever meaning to be. I was unable to believe that God loved me until I understood just how much I'd been forgiven and just how much it cost Him.
Hahahahhahaha :-))X Sinner said:I was playing drums for my uncle Richie's traveling revival team.
Well anyways, we were all invited to a church ( name withheld to protect the stupid )
When one of the ministers of the church interrupted saying she needed to pray for people.
We thought, ok your church your rules type thing.
Anyways, this kinda husky height challenged lady started praying for people, the people fell down, but got up looking really mad. So my uncle sends me ( I was 06'02" and 275lb football player at the time) to see what was up.
So I thought, nobody can get too much prayer right? So I go up to be prayed for. This lady then leaned in and tried pushing me down. Finally when she realized she couldn't push me down, she said "just go down " I was like, "nope not on your life lady " . So she said I was resisting the move of the spirit. I was about to laugh when some teenager said, " what move lady you were pushing everyone over "
Needless to say we never went back there.
Share your unusual, odd or just downright funny things you've seen or had happened to you in church or at a church function. This should be interesting and fun.
Hello again, Shirley,Shirley said:Thank-you for your response Michael. I was raised in extremely legalistic religion. I was aware of sins and saved or born again at a very young age. I was taught things were sin that were not sins. I suffered daily! I tried with all my heart and soul not to ever sin and yet was constantly accused of it. There is no doubt in my mind that I loved God with all my heart! I was never in trouble at school but at home I was never doing enough to satisfy my parents. I begged God to forgive me for my short comings every night before bed and at every altar call. I just did the best I could and no one from my religion ever helped me with more than a smile or loving word. I should not be telling this but maybe someone out here knows how hard it is. When your parents belong to the crazy religion, or a wrong religion, then your heart tells you it is wrong but your brain tells you they must be right. Confusing beyond belief. I now know that my heart knew it was wrong, but what child does not believe their parents must be right? My sin was not working harder than an adult, or making too much noise. The discernment that I had as a young child was misinterpreted for me by my parents. It was a war between my spirit and my brain. After all what child thinks their parents are wrong? Now I know, but I did not know then. I am still considered to be bad by my parents and just do the best I can to love and respect them even when they are totally wrong. It is hard to do your best to be good while being accused of evil. Just wish that even one person in my crazy home church would have cared enough to reach out to me. They were not all bad, but they would not stick up for the children who were being abused and they still don't! I guess a lot of them were just minding there own business and abuse is still rampant in the religion and I still suffer from lack of love. At this point though I guess it is my own fault that I am still not sure if God loves me.