Part 1: Religious Confusion
At the time I got saved, one thing was certain: God overwhelmed me by His reality and presence so much so that I broke the cultural rules as I yielded to the scriptural rebirth. Our culture forbid men to cry publicly—except at a funeral and even in this case it had to be with some reservation. I cried like a baby.
I stood face to face with the best the world could offer to a man, the only problem was that the world’s best was standing in the way—either I was to take the world’s offer and forget about God or accept Christ and forget about the world’s best.
Immediately I got saved, God opened my eyes to see the web of religious confusion in the world in away I had never anticipated before. How on earth would someone sort himself out of all the religious lies and counterfeits? It is not easy but it is possible—the only condition is that one has to be thoroughly honest with God and through with self.
I pleaded with God to help me; either I would serve God in the light of His leading or I forget about it and chase the things that pleased me in the world. I wouldn’t “waste” my time with religion if it was not reconciling me to my Creator.
I stood face to face with the best the world could offer to a man, the only problem was that the world’s best was standing in the way—either I was to take the world’s offer and forget about God or accept Christ and forget about the world’s best.
Immediately I got saved, God opened my eyes to see the web of religious confusion in the world in away I had never anticipated before. How on earth would someone sort himself out of all the religious lies and counterfeits? It is not easy but it is possible—the only condition is that one has to be thoroughly honest with God and through with self.
I pleaded with God to help me; either I would serve God in the light of His leading or I forget about it and chase the things that pleased me in the world. I wouldn’t “waste” my time with religion if it was not reconciling me to my Creator.
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