(The Frank "Biff" Clement Story)
By: Frank Clement
This is my story of how God became real and alive in my life. My prayer is that if He is not real and alive in your life, He will use this to help point you in the right direction.
I guess it all mainly began when my little grandma died in 1970. I remember being very angry over her sudden death (mostly because I didn't visit her very often and I felt guilty), and after storming into her bedroom and shaking my fist at the crucifix she had on the wall, and then telling God, that she - of all people - had better be in heaven, and if she - of all people - was not, I then went on to use some plain foul language to tell Him what He could do with His heaven in no uncertain terms.
I hated "death" and felt helpless over the devastating losses it left behind. Therefore I hated God who I felt was the author of death and could take away whosoever He wanted whenever it suited Him. I remember afterwards feeling some remorse at knowing that I shouldn't really have sworn at and blamed God for her death.
Then around 1972 or so . . . still carrying two chips on my shoulders; mad at the world, poor, hurting and sick of life and what it held ("death"!) . . . one day a priest of my old catholic church called me in to tell me that I wasn't attending church or paying enough and (to make a long story short - I hadn't gone in a few years) went on to threaten me to attend and pay lots more, OR ELSE (whisper- the Big Casino: 'excommunication').
Perhaps he thought that by using his "power" as a priest
over me that he would get me down on my knees begging, but instead it really
fired up my hatred and rage against such an uncaring and insensitive world, and
he was directly in my line of fire!
Well . . . when I got done telling him in very clear terms -- using four letter expletives -- telling him what he could go and do with himself, his church and his God . . . I slammed the door behind me as hard as I could and walked out, excommunicating myself.
I wouldn't know until 1976 that what I had officially slammed the door on was a "dead" religious system based on merits, works and sacraments. [At the time I had not known of the singular importance of having to have - and know personally first hand - the "Living Lord and Him crucified" by receiving the living revelation of His grace and glory (Please see: Matthew 16:17-18 for clarification)].
So ... that covers a brief history of events leading up to 1976. I had hated my father with a passion - possibly to the point of murder. He was so set in his ways and we always argued. I did not fit into his mold. Everything I said was white (and mostly it was) but everything he said was black (just the opposite). I was starved for his love and hungered for his approval, but I always believed that I kept failing to measure up to the high imaginary standards and goals of perfection he had set and expected of me. And yet I wasn't doing anything worthy of honoring my father either. (I realized later [see bottom of my testimony] that it wasn't as much him as it was me who caused the communication gap between us. I was still a rebel at heart!)
Then one day while I was sitting in another room, he began telling a story of his account of the Great Depression to a friend of his in the kitchen. I was so sick of him I didn't even want to hear his voice. Nevertheless, I was listening (probably to find something I could use against him later on), when he began to tell his friend how poor his family with 10 kids were. "We were so poor," he said, "that I had to wear the hand-me-down socks of my older brothers, and these had holes in both ends." He called them his "holey baseball socks."
As he continued, he told his friend that while in school one day, the teacher told all the kids to take off their shoes and socks because a nurse came in to inspect their feet to see if they were healthy. My father protested. At first he refused to take off his shoes, but then the teacher made him take them off, against his will. That was when the other kids (who had better clothes) saw his "holey socks" and made fun of him. My father ran out of school that day brutally embarrassed, and soon he never went back! (However, if it were me in that situation, I probably would have stayed and fought them all including the nurse!)
As he was telling the story, I looked up
from the book I was pretending to read and saw how he was getting all teary-eyed
and choked up, and how, even to that day, around 50 years later, it still deeply
"Hey - it wasn't your fault," I said to myself. Then it hit me as I realized my heart was actually going out to him:
Wait a minute!" my
thoughts were now shouting: Whoa boy! Oh no you don't!
I don't care what happened to him or
how he felt. He's the same self-centered,
egotistical know-it-all, I've got you nailed to the wall, uncaring and unloving
person ... and there he'll remain until he dies! He'll never change.
He's heartless - cruel - totally without love and affection. He never
listens to anyone - always claiming he's right. I'm never good enough for
him. No one is able to live up to his expectations!
No - I don't want to see that this man has or had some human feeling in him. Impossible! He never had before, so why should he have any now. No! I've got him pegged alright! He deserves all my contempt!
"And yet", said a wee small voice, "You see how that incident had deeply scarred him for the rest of his life!? You see how this man, who, as a small boy, was completely innocent, yet was so embarrassed that when this happened it was on the same day that he put up a huge wall between himself and the outside world?
"I saw how he built up that wall of 'pretended toughness,' never again allowing himself to be in situations that would embarrass him in any way. With such a wall as that, no one could get through to him, and it's amazing he ever married or had me. He rarely showed love or affection, at least not in the normal way I would have liked to have known it and had him hug me once in a while, because I believe he was stunted and was afraid to open up and give genuine affection and hugs and kisses once in a while... perhaps because then everyone would see him as the 'softie' he really was behind that facade."
(THAT is what every kid is starved for: 'DISCIPLINE' YES, BUT GIVEN WITH LOVE, GENUINE AFFECTION AND COMPASSION BEHIND IT!)More and more I began to admit that maybe I was the one who was wrong. Maybe I had him wrong all along! Maybe it wasn't him but me all along to blame for our falling out!
("WOW!" This kind of admission was new and frightening to me, yet I could not shake it off. And the reason that I couldn't was because the commandment of my not "honoring thy father and thy mother" suddenly became very clear to me and had nailed me right to the wall.)
Finally, I came, or was brought to a place where I could finally admit that I was wrong. Not only wrong, but always wrong to have nailed my dad to a cross, judging and treating him so harshly, in thought, word and/or deed. This admission of my guilt had my head spinning! I was in shock!
This was the first time in a long, long time that I can remember that I had deep feelings towards my dad. I wanted to reach out and comfort him -- put my arms around him, hold him close and just hug and comfort him. Although I never did (at that time), but his story of the "Holey Socks" had forever, in one sudden swoop, completely changed my attitude and understanding about him. I was stunned by the sudden turn of events!It was shortly after this time - still feeling quite sensitive - when I was led one evening to pick up the Bible and read it. I don't know where I began, but I ended up in the Gospel of Matthew, and when I reached where Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane, crying out to the Father (See: Mathew 26:36-45), I stopped. I knew something was there but I didn't know what. I kept reading it over and over again. I knew it was important for me to see it and to understand it. Then, suddenly . . . it all began to unfold, like a butterfly spreading out it's wings. I saw it! I SEE it! Now I know why Jesus is in an agony of his soul in the garden. It's because he's about to do the Father's will and go to the Cross! And the reason he is going there is ... is ... oh my God ... for ME!? He's doing this for ME!?
Now I see! Now I understand! My God ... I am sitting in an amphitheater, and only feet away from me the scene in the book of Matthew 26 is being played out in magnificent splendor right before my very eyes. I cannot take it! I cannot take such love for me as I see here! Oh my God! The tears pouring out of my eyes and onto the pages of the Gospel of Matthew in no way blurred the view of Him who loves me with a love I cannot even comprehend . . . who gave Himself to the cross for the likes of me . . . me!??? Me ... of all people!
(Dear reader, I will unashamedly tell you here and now that I could not put down that Bible, and that I cried so much and so long, that all I could do was thank Him over and over and over and over again. The pages of Matthew 26, and several layers deep were sopping wet, may I joyously say.
Also -- I realize there will be some who will be offended by the way I express myself here using - 'Oh my God -' but this is the way I actually spoke to myself at the time so why cover it over now with "proper Christian expression" so as not to offend anybody? I believe God wants me sharing exactly how it happened then, and I'm going to be obedient to Him. Non-Christians really won't mind, and that's who I'm writing this for anyway, God willing.)It was very shortly after that that the Lord revealed Himself to me by making His presence known. It was as if the skies parted and He spoke clearly and directly to me, saying, "I am the Lord God the Almighty!"
I was trembling in fear ... yet overjoyed to tears at the same time, because He had rolled back the clouds of darkness that had always separated us and made Himself known to me. "There is a God!" I exclaimed. "You are real! Oh my Lord and my God!" "Oh Lord, I told Him, "I love you now and want to do what you want me to do."
And the Lord spoke and said, "If you love Me, then be reconciled to your father.""Gulp" - I swallowed. "Oh Lord, anything but that (Please see: Ephesians 6:2)! I'll crawl to you on broken glass. Anything! It would be easier to be hit by a semi than to ask my father's forgiveness for having hurt him all my life. Shouldn't he be the one asking me for my forgiveness!?"
Then the clouds began to roll back in, and before they closed, the Lord's parting words to me were, "If you love Me you'll do it."
For two days I trembled. Even my mom saw me shaking, and though I tried to explain the 'war' going on inside, I knew she didn't understand. (She has since died in August of 1998 of a terrible stroke and is deeply missed. She always set a fine example, and was such a wonderful mother and gracious lady that everyone loved her and we all felt special just to be around her. In every way to me she was the complete opposite of my dad. As fine a loving mother and lady as there ever was.)
"IF" you love Me! That "IF" was a killer! Of course I loved Him!? Certainly I loved Him!? He first loved me, with a love beyond comprehension. "IF?" ... Yes I loved Him ... but did I really love Him by going and apologizing to my father and be reconciled to him as He wanted?
A huge battle raged inside me. Finally . . . I stood up -- knowing what I had to do. I knew I loved Him enough to do what He said.
I went over and put my arm
around him -- looked him square in the eyes and said: "Dad, I'm sorry for
hurting you. I'll never hurt you again. Please forgive me!?"
This came as a complete surprise to him. A real shock! His jaw dropped to the floor. He began to choke up, and his eyes became wet like mine.
I kissed him, and started walking to my bedroom, and as I had turned to go, he said, in a tiny choked-up voice, "It's about time you woke up, boy!"
In the bedroom the tears poured out. My head and hands were lifted to the heavens, and all I could do was affirm what my father had said, by replying, "Oh dad, how right you are!" The heavens rejoiced, and the angels sang, giving glory to God that, I, the chief of all hardheads and sinners who ever lived, had finally repented of his sins (See: Luke 15:7-10 for understanding).
(Boy what a good place to end this!)
However, in order to understand what is about to shortly take place between me and my dad, we need to understand the "Power" of sin that is present in - and rules - over the old Adamic creature...
Romans 7:17-24 reads:
17: Now then it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
18: For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.
19: For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do.
20: Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
21: I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me.
22: For I delight in the law of God after the inward man:
23: But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.
24: O wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?
Paul, who wrote this by inspiration of the Holy Spirit, understood this. I did not! I had vowed to never hurt my dad again. I didn't realize that the power to keep that vow was not "In me" but "In Christ"!
Within several months, believe it or not, I was back to hating my father again. I was hurting him all over again, and I promised him I never would, and really meant it when I said it. All of this bothered me more than anything in my life, and I even wanted to kill myself over it, because I couldn't seem to stop sinning and didn't know why. I hated myself! I wasn't doing the good I loved but the evil I loathed. I was powerless to stop and was most wretched and miserable.
I saw a way to escape -- to get away from my dad and God for a while. I gathered up a few thousand dollars and left for Florida to bet on the horses. I was a pretty good handicapper and I was intent on making a nice living and retiring off them.
However, shortly after I arrived at the race track I began to lose bets in mysterious ways. Some of my bets would go lame in the lead just before the finish line, or get beat out by a 100-1 shot in a photo at the wire. Like clockwork my horses would find mysterious ways to lose. I kept scratching my head.
The more I lost the more determined to win I became. I was consumed by my work, spending upwards of 16 hours a day handicapping 9 or 10 races, which normally take no more than 15 minutes each. My head was constantly buried in the racing form. I kept losing and losing. I was stunned. I couldn't believe my streak of bad luck.
Then I realized what I kept myself from realizing: The Lord was taking a personal hand in this! It was the only explanation that made sense. For I was never that bad, and managed to at least break even, even in the worst of times.
All I had left was maybe $50 (plus the money I needed to
get home on). I had been in Florida just over two months and I was broke. I
couldn't believe it. I still went to the track, trying to handicap and play only
a few, of what I considered as the premier picks of the day. I still lost! It
was becoming embarrassingly obvious that the Lord had other plans. I had turned
my back on Him. He knew it and I knew it too.
Finally, down to my last few dollars, I went into a store to buy some cheap food and a little Afro-American kid in dirty and torn clothes came up to me and asked, "Hey mister! Can I have 50 cents so I can buy some cookies? I'm hungry!"
The shortage of cash in my pocket and my only thinking of myself and my needs almost caused me to brush him off, but as part of me thought, "Hey, I need all the money I have," another part thought, "Gee, he sure looks like he could use a bite to eat," so I went with the last part. Looking at the kid I said, "Sure, kid."
In the same way I had also been "Holding Back" the Lord all of those months in Florida, keeping Him at a distance, keeping Him from telling me what I knew He wanted to tell me and what I knew I didn't want to hear. I stepped outside after giving the kid the paltry 50 cents because the tears started up again. And as I headed to my run-down apartment, the Lord began to show me something. (I did want to hear what the Lord wanted to tell me, but not until after I made a killing off the horses and enough to retire on easy street for the rest of my life . . . then I would follow Him.)
It was time for me to face and hear the Truth. I did! That's when the light of God finally broke through, and I saw and even smelled this sinfully hopeless, wretched, evil, ugly, vile beast. The most foul creature I ever saw! I was stunned that God would allow such a creature to even be allowed to exist for one second without incurring His full wrath!
The moment I saw it I cried out to the Lord: "Lord! Kill it! Destroy it! How dare such a foul and putrid thing be allowed to live in your presence, before You, the holy and great Lord God the Almighty. This evil creature has no business being here in your holy presence. I abhor it. It reeks to high heaven! What are you waiting for? Destroy it and throw it into hell, Lord, where it belongs and 100% deserves to be. How dare this vile..."thing" live before You, the Great and Holy God!!!"
"I" had spoken (and my words were based on the Truth I saw and heard, so I knew they carried weight)! The Lord saw, tasted and smelled what I had, for He was in the same Exposing Light I saw by! The depraved creature I testified against was so filthy and hopelessly rotten to the core that I knew the Lord would deal with this 'thing' as I asked Him to, and destroy it. For He is holy and cannot look upon such wickedness as this. I knew this absolutely!
Then suddenly - without warning - this evil, and polluted creature slowly turned and faced me. SHOCK OF SHOCKS!!! I could not believe what I was seeing! Yet, in His All-Knowing Light, I had no choice but to believe. This vile and disgusting 'thing' had my name on it. My name! How did it come to have 'MY' name? Somehow the Lord had tricked me, much the same as Nathan the prophet got David to confessing what he'd do before he was told that, "You are the man," found in 2 Samuel 12:5-7.
(I could only stare in shock at this foul and loathsome creature in awe and utter amazement as I came to fully realize that this rotten to the core 'thing' I had utterly loathed, hated and detested above all was...me? me! "ME!"
"Oh what a self-righteous hypocrite; a white washed sepulcher, I saw that I was and am within! Oh, woe is me, most wretched and miserable man that I was and totally without strength. In me, I clearly saw, was no good thing! Only evil. The reality of it all struck me right between the eyes, harder than any physical sledge-hammer or freight-train ever could.)
Suddenly realizing what I had said and Who it was I said it to, I fell on my knees and begged for mercy. I was in a state of "Full Realization" with total fear and trembling before Him, as I asked Him to please reconsider what I just said. "Oh Lord, please forgive me! Have mercy on me, Lord!"
He was the one who had shown me my 'self' for what I was (See: John 16:8), and brought me low to this place: to the end of myself. Then He spoke. His words were cold and matter-of-fact: "You cannot serve both God and mammon! You'll love the one and despise the other."
(I knew exactly what He meant, for I had one foot in the kingdom and one foot in the world, and I was trying to live and walk according to both. I also knew He was about to get up and close the door and chop off my kingdom foot forever. I learned right then and there that you cannot play God for a fool.)"Chose today whom you will serve! Either Come To Me with both feet and turn your back on all else, or walk away from Me now and forever ... with no regrets and no remorse. Chose you now!" And that pretty much was it.
I was stunned. I expected chastisement or punishment, but this? He wasn't kidding around! I knew He absolutely meant business. I was about to be "spewed out!"
Well - I sure didn't have too far to look. I was bruised and injured and sat facing the Truth. In this world my cupboards were bare, and in the next I reeked to high heaven. "What a mess I am!" I cried out.
After gathering all my thoughts, I considered all the angles as I searched desperately for an easier, wider way into the Kingdom, ever wanting to preserve my own Adamic life in the bargain (but found none). I sat down and weighed all the costs and examined myself to see if I still retained some spark of love in there towards Him who first loved me with a love that blew me away. I think I found a teeny ember barely aglow for him in some dark corner of my heart. I knew that I loved Him. My God, but how could I not love Him, thus wanting to obey Him? He knew that I loved Him ... at least I thought He did ... oh I prayed that He did.
Now here was my dilemma: Upon my recognition of what there was to see, I knew that if I decided to come "All-The-Way" to Him it would spell "death" to the Old man (the Old Adamic me, the old way I was). "But HEY," I said, "I'm the only me I know!"
I saw no other me than a dead me ..."forever"! (That was a shocker, let me tell you.) Yet, if I turn away from Him then it's death too; only it's death to my New man, or the man I really never knew and had but was hoping to have one day; like Lazarus' Martha, and receive the new me in the resurrection.
So there it was! "DEATH!" I was looking at "Death" either way! Death was all around me, and there was no escaping it! I said to myself: Some choice I have! Either way, I die if I don't and I die if I do! "Give me 'faith' Lord", I cried out, "Give me the faith to do as I must!"That's when He said to me, "I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die. Believest thou this?" His personal word, John 11:25-26, gave me the assurance I needed!
I remember reading in the Song of Songs how Love is stronger than Death...so strong is it, in fact, that no flood can quench it ... a flame reaching to heaven itself. And all the while I'm reflecting on that verse I know that I really haven't any choice but one -- the choice that was based on Love. Keeping my eyes and ears focused upon Christ was no longer an option for me. I knew in my heart of hearts that I did love Him, and that I still did, and that to me He was worthy of every bit of me!
I began to lift my head and open up my heart that the Lord would know. I prayed He would know that surely I did love Him and I wanted to obey Him with all my heart and come to Him.
In my spirit, or heart, or whatever, I repented and began that long turn away from my old life and towards Him. All I saw and expected was death. Nothing more! But I knew that even death didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was Him and doing His will! His will was also mine. All that was in me joined up to follow through completely on only one choice, and that was to come to Him, lock, stock and barrel -- laying it all down at His feet forever with no regrets, no remorse, and no strings or baggage attached.
I took that turn, or step of no return, in coming to Him with my heart wide open - intent on proving to Him that I did love Him and would rather die now under His feet than live forever without Him for the rest of my life. He is so worthy!
As I took that step towards Him, that tiny spark of love for Him hidden in my heart suddenly took flight and became a flame ... and the flame suddenly burst forth into a blazing inferno of love ... for me! (See: John 14:23) For who? For ME?!
What?! How could this be? Don't be ridiculous! I died, remember?! All my love was and is for "HIM", not for "me"! What Love is this in return? I cannot take it; this is too full of joy! I am melting like butter! He is squeezing me to death! I'm going to burst at the seams! It was at that moment that all things became brand new! (See: 2 Cor.5:17)
After over 29 years of reflection as of this writing, I still know what it was that happened to me: When I experienced God's Love IN me, was when (who I was without Christ) the Old me DIED and was buried with Christ. Out of this - out of God's profound Love - a New me came to life, and lived and went to heaven (but came back to earth again evidently, so that I could be a witness to Jesus and to God's love!)
The 'Old Man' died ... yet 'lived' - yet it wasn't "I" any longer (See: Gal.2:20). It was someone brand new. It was "Christ in me," who now lived and reigned!
Oh, it was still "me" all right, and yet it wasn't the old "me" at all. The old "me" that I once was and knew was now long gone. God had taken and slew the Old Me, positionally speaking (In other words, my position in Christ), in order to give me a brand new me -- one that was capable of knowing Him!
Therefore, positionally speaking, the Old Me, my Old Man is dead, taken and crucified with Christ by God! In order for me to believe it, I need only reckon it so! Now, "spiritually speaking", this new life in and of the NEW Me that I am now living is one that I live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me. Where before the old "I" was powerless to help me or stop me from sinning, now in the the new "I" (the new man) is the power through Christ to ... "Go and sin no more!"
Therefore the scripture...
For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God. Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord. Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey it in the lusts thereof. Neither yield ye your members as instruments of unrighteousness unto sin: but yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God. For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace. (Romans 6:10-14)
I began thinking to myself: So this is what it's like to become: "Born Again," as Jesus said (John 3:3)?!? Who can explain it? Now I know who Jesus is! Now I know what it's like to be "FILLED with the Spirit, packed full of perfect love with joy unspeakable and FULL of glory!"
Whoever could have thought in a million years that this would be so ... wonderful??? So ... miraculous??? So ... Life-changing??? Truly none of these "descriptions" even come close to describing His Love! "So this is Love?!", as Cinderella found out! Well, my "Prince" had come too, and it wasn't a "Fairy Tale".
Now I knew why no one can come to the Father except they go through Christ and Him crucified first and lay it all down before Him! And to come to God through Christ is to come to the foot of the cross and die with and for him there. The cross spells 'Death' to the entire Old Creation! And so, from out of the ashes of that old me glowed a little spark of love towards God, put there when I first believed, and then came God's power and caused that spark to blaze up into a flaming fire reaching heaven itself.
It was in this melting inferno; this kind of fiery love experienced in the intimacy of being embraced by Almighty God, through which I was raised up by and created with new life in Christ - with an unspeakable Joy beyond words and one Full of Glory. It was in His love that a NEW MAN was created, a man in whom Christ came to life in and had risen in to reveal Himself... as non other than, "The Lord God the Almighty - The King Of and in Glory!"...
"All things are delivered unto me of my Father: and no man knoweth the Son, but the Father; neither knoweth any man the Father, save the Son, and he to whomsoever the Son will reveal him." (Matthew 11:27).
Trying to describe such a love as His is somewhat likened to being an ingot in the blazing and glorious furnace of God's love and resurrecting power; as being in a pot of melting, liquefied love pouring out and boiling over in ones heart -- a heart filled with New Life in the power of regeneration in the love and glory of God, -- filled until he is bursting at the seams and can't take any more, or he will split at the seams and be blown apart by The LOVE of God in the glory-filled face of Jesus Christ.Such is the overflowing joy, passion, purity and the power contained in His life and His love! Like Himself, His Love is "Absolutely Perfect", filling every pore, healing every wound and scar (no matter how deep or hidden), and purifying and making holy every vessel! The power of His love is absolutely staggering and His purity of love is so clean and perfect that it lacks nothing, knows everything, and fills in everything - every crack, every crevice, and every hidden hurt there ever was! "For God is Love!" (The greatest understatement of all time!)
What we have here in my later testimony is no different, really, than I believe what happened to the "Prodigal Son". It wasn't until he was brought down to eating slop with the pigs that brought him to his senses. And upon coming to his senses, he realized the utter fool he had become, and what he had squandered away: His Inheritance!
Realizing then that he had stooped to "Scum-of-the-earth" status, yet remembering that his father, the King, was a man who was quick to forgive fools like himself who come to their senses and who have repented from the heart of their sin against God ... he turned around and went back home with a rendered heart and tears in his eyes.
He would be most grateful of all if his father could see fit just to allow him to return and become the lowest doormat of all in His Father's kingdom. Oh how wonderful that would be!
He would go back and knock on that door and ask for His Father's kind mercy and forgiveness, until it either opened or until he died just outside of it, knowing he had no other place to go or wanted to be, except near his father.
Even before he came halfway home, his father came out to greet him and love him and take him on into his kingdom and crown him and shower him with his riches and love ... for the one He lost He found again, and was full of joy over it!
This is my story, now please hear my song...
Those who Come to Christ out of love for Him and His words, will be born again, never to die or fall away, so long as they remain in His love. Those who have yet come to Christ, including those who have come part-way but lack commitment to go all the way, are in danger of falling away by becoming ensnared in the cares of this life and the deceit of riches (as I was). You have read my testimony. God is serious! Please, above all, know that! He cannot be untrue to Himself. He will do everything He says He will. He is to be greatly feared and respected in that respect!
Today is the day of Salvation! Tomorrow is the day of death! The proof in our saying we love Him is shown by our 'doing' what He says! He says, "Come To Me, and I will give you Eternal Life, and no power (neither sin nor death) will ever snatch you out of My hand!" Talk on our part is cheap! The Kingdom of God is not in words only but primarily in POWER - the Power of a New Life in Christ...namely it comes in Resurrection Life in the Power of His Love...shed abroad into our hearts by the Holy Spirit! Surely He is worth laying it all down for!
"COME TO ME!" is the high calling of God in Christ to you and to me.
So, if we are seriously intent on letting-go of all that holds us here (including our own lives), and have kept that spark of love for Him (that first love) alive in our heart, then we are the ones who will answer - who must answer that call, intent on loving Him all the way with our whole heart ... until we arrive at our destination: At the foot of the cross (to have Him lay down our old man with His), and then beyond -- into the Father's Blessed Arms -- (to receive our new life by Him ... a life that's in Him... and one lived through Him.)
May God deeply bless you in Christ as He has so wondrously and graciously blessed me. And if He can bless me, He can (and is ready to) bless you too. Believe me! Better yet, believe the Word of God!
Read my tribute to my Father and my Mother
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Dear Reader - are you at peace with God? If not, you can be. Do you know what awaits you when you die? You can have the assurance from the Holy Spirit that heaven will be your home, if you would like to be certain. Either Jesus Christ died for yours sins, or He didn't (and He did!). Are you prepared to stand before God on the Judgment Day and tell Him that you didn't need the shed blood of Jesus Christ on the Cross to cover your sins? We plead with you ... please don't make such a tragic mistake.
To be at peace with God; to make certain heaven will be your home for eternity; to make certain that you are in right-standing with God right now ... please click here to help you understand the importance of being reconciled to God. What you do about being reconciled to God will determine where you will spend eternity, dear one. Your decision to be reconciled to God is the most important decision you'll ever make in this life.
The staff and our ministry supporters so greatly appreciate hearing how God is touching lives for His glory through this outreach. If this ministry has blessed you in some special way, would you please consider taking a brief moment and share your blessing with us? Simply email us at: email@example.com
We truly thank each of you who allow us to publish your testimony, for those who faithfully pray (and fast) for this outreach, for those of you who help support the ministry financially, and for those of you who pass along these testimonies and other ministry writings to others. The part the Holy Spirit has you play is vital in helping win lost souls and being engaged in discipleship, and we can never thank you enough for the labor of love and support you provide on behalf of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Precious Testimonies is supported financially by those God directs to sow into this ministry. We ask each person reading this to please ask God on an on-going basis if He would have you sow a financial gift to this evangelistic outreach of His - trust that He will clearly communicate His will to you in the matter - then simply be obedient. Please feel free to contact us if you have any questions about the current financial needs of this outreach, or any other questions you may have.
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Precious Testimonies is a non-denominational 501-C-3 evangelistic ministry, and financial love offerings to this ministry are tax-deductible for those who qualify. A financial summary can be viewed by clicking on the following link: Financial Summary.
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Thank You, and God bless you!