I wanted to post this tomorrow, but I am going to be so busy. So I decided I better post it today. I remember going to a church revival and the preacher asked during his message if anyone had a Jesus story. Meaning a story about when they got saved. So here is my Jesus story.
It all started on September 11, 2001. After what happened on 9/11, my soul didn't feel right. Every night I would read my Bible for hours. I was afraid to go to sleep. Scared out of mind. This is what the old timers call old time conviction, this is something you don't hear very often because most of the church world has went new age. It was being poured on me real good.
Song of Solomon 3:1-4 says this....
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. (v. 1)
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not. (v. 2)
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth? (v. 3)
It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me. (v. 4)
This is the way I felt during that time before I finally called upon God to save my soul. I would read the Bible every night and do some soul searching. God knew exactly where I was he didn't need to find me, but for some reason I needed to search and look. I don't really know why, I have been raised in church all my life. Maybe I was doing what the Bible says in Philippians 2:12, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.
So from September 11, 2001 until November 1, 2001 (just a little after midnight), I called up the Lord and ask him to save my soul. I knew he would save me and after I prayed the most simplest prayer, I had such a wonderful peace from my head to my toes. About a month ago I counted how many days I had waited and it was 51 days that I had waited. When I thought about that I thought of Psalm 51 and how David had called out for forgiveness. As I read Psalm 51 these are some verses that explains what I felt like and even if my prayer was not as fancy as David's, my simple prayer was like his.
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of they tender mercies blot out my transgressions. (v. 1)
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. (v. 2)
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. (v. 3)
Psalm 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.