I’ve never thought of myself as having a denominational tag. When I was a child of course I went to church where my dad went for obvious reasons. Once I became old enough I made the decision to stop going to church all together. Eventually after years of drug abuse, friends dying, divorce, loss of employment and everything else that comes from living in rebellion I decided to give it a try again. Even still I didn’t think of any certain denomination as being right or better than another; I simply went where my ex-wife attended.
The reason I went to her church was because it was the only church I had ever gone to as an adult so I figured I would start there. I sort of knew the pastor because he was the one who married us. After a few weeks of attending, there were revival meetings held, and I went every night. On Wednesday night I asked my then ex-wife if she wanted to go to the altar and pray about our relationship. We had been divorced for two years, but rather nonchalantly she agreed to pray, so we did. I had been courting her and hoping she would see I was a changed man. No matter what I did she still had some trust issues with me, and I honestly don’t blame her for that at all. So, my prayer consisted of me saying to God “You have to prove to her I mean business.” I was truly done trying to prove myself to her and if she was to ever believe me God himself would have to be the one to show her.
On my way home from church I had an encounter with the Spirit of God. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was born again in my car on the way home. I had a feeling throughout my body like none I had ever had and that’s saying a lot because I had done just about every drug known to man, but this was different. This was a feeling of peace, freedom and comfort I had never known. Looking back on it now it’s as if God was saying to me “I’ve got this.” I couldn’t understand what was going on so when I got home I called my ex to ask her, thinking she would be able to tell me. I suppose I was talking too fast for her to understand so I just hung up and paced the floor in my kitchen. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t sit down. Eventually I went to sleep, only to awaken an hour before my alarm went off the next morning.
God is so cool. He woke me an hour early because he wanted to speak to me before I went to work. I had a Bible sitting on my coffee table I had been attempting to read days before to no avail. This morning though things were different. I opened the Bible and it opened at 1 Corinthians so that’s where I started reading and read the entire letter that morning straight through. I had only made it to the second chapter when God started speaking. You see, I had been trying to read the Bible but couldn’t understand it. Now it’s making perfect sense to me. “But as it is written, eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him. But God has revealed them to us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searches all things, yea, the deep things of God.” As I continued reading it hit me. I couldn’t understand the Bible before because I didn’t have the Spirit of God. “The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned.”
As I read the Bible that morning and over the next few days I discovered I had been born again. I came to this conclusion simply based on what I was reading. I reasoned this way, if I couldn’t understand before and it takes the Spirit to reveal these things, now I do understand then I must have the Spirit of God. Wow! God had put his Spirit in me. A miracle had taken place, and I had become a brand new creature!
By the way my wife and I did in fact remarry and have been married now for 11 yrs. for the 2nd go around. I has been exciting and truly is a miraculous life!
Written by Louie