
For the first Time in my life I believe I’ve truly felt God’s work in my soul. These past two months have been the worst two months of my life. I was trying to be independent in thought, action, and conviction (not necessarily a bad thing, but when independent with the Bible…). I let temptations, like doubt, take root, in my thoughts and I watered them daily with confusion, anger, and rebellion. I believe God gave me a taste of what life is like without him. Previous to this I’ve been solely interested in thinking polemically about Christianity. I didn’t have a full grasp of what it means. I wandered dangerously close to apostatizing, and God gave me glimpse of what life without Him is like. Insanity. Life without Christ, without a constant reliance the holy work that he accomplished on the cross, leads to a dismal and hopeless end. I came far too close to experiencing that end. And what brought me out? I can strongly say that it was a work of the Holy Spirit. In complete despair and quite pathetic humiliation I cried out for God’s forgiveness. He had mercy and picked me up, and for the first time in my life I know what it’s like to have God save my soul. I know the feeling of having Christ bring one to him; and I know the feeling of thankfulness for the work that He does. What a change. I’ve never known this feeling before. It’s wonderful. Now, instead of wanting to kill myself to end miserable insanity, I can’t wait for God to take me home, so I can be with him.


