by Shumby » Thu Jan 30, 2003 8:00 pm
Hi, everyone! First post. Here goes:
I was Catholic until 9 months after my marriage in l948. It was just ritual to me, and I didn’t understand much about it. I knew there was a Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, and that God made me to "know him, to love him, to serve him in this world, and to be happy with him forever in the next.” (Catechism answer to “Why did God make you?”).
Nine months into my marriage there was a gospel meeting at the Church of Christ where my husband and I attended. The preacher was my husband’s cousin. He explained to me how there was only one mediator between man and God: the man Jesus Christ. He also showed me in the Word where the mother of Jesus had other sons and daughters, so she could not have remained a virgin, like I had always believed. There were other things discussed, but these were the two proverbial straws that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. I eventually went forward to profess my belief that Jesus Christ was the Son of God, and was water baptized. As the years moved on, I even taught the 2-3 yr. Olds, and once taught the Jr.High kids. There was one Baptist boy in the class, however, who came up with some questions I just did not know how to answer, and I really hated to be in that position.
About 1979 it hit me (it may not strike everyone like it did me – as to the meaning of the words, that is) but I was thinking about Acts 2:38 where it said “repent and be baptized,” and it occurred to me that I had never really repented – as far as my sins were concerned, that is. I had been added to the church, but I was beginning to doubt my salvation. I had just kept on doing the same ol’ sinful things I had always done, like drinking, dancing, cussin’, gossiping, lying. So I guess, in my mind, since I hadn’t repented, then my baptism was not valid, so I got baptized AGAIN. Then I truly turned my life over to the Lord, and truly felt like I was genuinely saved.
I had too many questions in my mind that never seemed to get answered, so I started looking elsewhere. I tried any number of avenues that I won’t go into, but nothing seemed to “fill” the void that was in my spirit. I was hungering and searching for something; just didn’t know what it was.
I know this is getting to be long, but please hang in there with me.
My husband was in a company that had convention vacations that we would go on every year, as long as he fulfilled his quota. At all the conventions there was an open bar. To make a long story short, my husband became an alcoholic. With the accompanying void in my life regarding spiritual things, a rift began to form. He eventually ceased attending the assemblies, and I checked out other congregations – different denominations. Along the way, I had been in some organizations that stressed seeking a good spiritual life. A friend in one of the organizations shared a little bit about her experience in the Holy Spirit, so I restudied some articles that I had saved re: the Holy Ghost. I finally got into a conversation with her, and she asked if I would like to go to a certain meeting where I might hear more about the Holy Spirit. I went and really was uplifted spiritually. My Mom was ill with Lou Gehrig’s Disease, ALS, so when there was a prayer line, I went forward and asked for prayer for her. While up there they asked me if I had received the Holy Ghost since I believed, and I said no. They asked me if I was saved, and I told them about my confessing Christ as the Son of God, and then being baptized in water. Then they prayed for me to receive the Holy Ghost. I realized that I should’ve spoken in tongues, but it just did not happen. I was too bound up with cofC tradition and their belief that tongues had ceased, so I wasn’t able to yield my vocal capabilities to the leading of the Holy Spirit. However, a month or so later, when I was travailing in prayer over a family situation it just seemed to bubble out of me – a fluent language. Praise God.
So then I had to find a fellowship that believed in the gifts of the Holy Spirit as mentioned in I Cor.12. I wound up driving 60 miles once a day to their meetings. It was a wonderful place to be: such freedom in worship, with the raising of hands, and sometimes praying with one accord in the Spirit (tongues) (I Cor.14:14-15). I eventually stopped attending the cofC, where I had been for so many years, after a Full Gospel (charismatic) fellowship was started in a town closer to home (12 mi.away). This was 20 years ago, and don’t think I would ever want to go anywhere else. I have truly found the kingdom of God which, according to scripture, is righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.
My husband resented the change in me, but shortly before his death in 1997 he told me that he had decided that he was not going to hold resentment against me any longer. He could perceive that I "had something." He just didn't know what it was, and he was one who didn't "talk about religion."