This, I suppose, is a testimony. I have to say up front that I am not overall particularly comfortable with testimonies. Please allow me to explain. I think that, honestly, sometimes testimonies become more about the person telling it than what it is really about. Sometimes they become about the saved rather than the Savior. On the other hand, I have seen some wonderful, compelling, and moving testimonies in the blog world; additionally, I have never seen what I just described above. It has also been pointed out that a person’s testimony can provide a good way for non believers to see and understand the path a person took to come to faith. In that light, I will do my absolute best to keep the focus here where it belongs, and that is on the great God who saved me and the faithful witnesses who told me about Him. This may be somewhat longish and meandering, but my journey to faith was longish(45 years long) and meandering as well, so perhaps that fits.
I grew up in a Godless home in a supposedly very God filled geography. I grew up in Arkansas, dead center of the Bible belt. There are literally almost churches on every corner. My father fancied himself an agnostic and an intellectual. He never spoke in a hostile way towards religion; he simply never spoke of it at all. I only gleaned his belief system by reading journals of his after he died. My mother, on the other hand, was actually raised in a conservative, evangelical church. Despite that, she never talked about God in our home other than to say she would not make me attend church, but would allow me to make my own way in that area. As far as I know, we didn’t even have a Bible in our home for all the years I lived there. God was simply a non entity in my home growing up. On the other hand, my extended family was quite Christian. However, since we lived fairly far away, their influence on me was very minimal. In fact, for whatever reason, none of them ever really shared their faith with me as a youth. We lived mostly in the inner city during my youth, and for a very brief time I actually attended church down the street. I was wandering around doing nothing and the pastor there was working on his car in the parking lot and invited me to come. I had nothing better to do on a Sunday morning, so I did. I was actually confirmed and was an acolyte for a while. Then, as was everything doing in those years, that church fled the city for the suburbs and left me behind. I was around 13 when that happened and my church going days ended for the next 30 some odd years.
My neutrality towards religion came to a halt during my first year of university. We all fancied ourselves budding young intellectuals, and religion was very uncool. It was there I learned all of the standard non believing arguments about the stupidity of faith and took them as my own. My big memory concerning religion is how we would sit and heckle and mock the Christians who preached in the Quad and witnessed to people. That was really when I crossed over from neutrality to hostility towards religion. Nothing really changed for many years. I was doing fine without any stupid god in my life, thank you very much. Now and then people would try to tell me about Jesus, but generally my reaction ranged from disinterest to disdain. If fact, one of my favorite sports with the missionary door knockers was to take a big swig from my beer and blow smoke in their faces. I was not particularly nice to people of faith. I do remember one period though, when I lived in Utah. Readers probably know that Utah is predominantly Mormon in faith. In the small town I lived in there was also a Baptist mission. It seemed for 18 months the two factions were at odds to see who would win my soul. The funny thing is, neither really told me their message, but sure told me a lot about the evils of the other. Since many of these were people I supervised, I was not overtly hostile, but simply refused to engage much on the issue.
This may be a good spot to discuss how Christianity and religion was handled in my own home with my own family. Although my environment regarding religion was fairly neutral, the environment I fostered and developed in my home was decidedly not. My wife and daughter made some attempts over the years to get me to take them to church, but I simply never allowed it to happen. I did manage to actually set foot in churches a couple of times, but quickly found reasons to never return. A couple of instances come to mind even now. One had to do with a local Assembly of God church my daughter had gone to some, as they had a band and she liked to play music. All I really remember was some fellow speaking in tongues during the service. I justified never returning by saying, “Those people are nuts!” Another time or two, I attended a couple of Baptist churches where the message inevitably included the topics of sin and punishment. Obviously, a loving God would never judge me or punish me, so again, I never went back. But my attitude toward Christianity and religion was much more than just a personal choice to not participate; I was very vocal and outspoken about just what I thought of this god and his conduct, and the conduct and attitudes of those who professed to follow him. I did a pretty fair job of indoctrinating my children to become people of no faith. Note that word, indoctrination. I didn’t teach them to think critically about religion, I taught them that religion and its followers were stupid.
Here, fast forward some 25 years. After living in various places in this country and the world I found myself back home. By this time, my constant focus on my career and getting ahead had resulted in the sad fact that my marriage was failing rapidly. It was about then that I met the first of several people who had influences on me that changed my life, although none of us knew this at the time of our interactions.
The first came when I was still with Wal Mart serving in management. At this time I was the overnight manager for a very large, brand new Supercenter. One of the folks on my crew was a man named Bob. Bob was a devout Christian man with quite a story. Bob’s daughter had been the center of a rather prominent court case concerning her right to pray over the intercom during school football games. It was quite a notable case at the time. At any rate, Bob became my friend. I was loud; I was profane; I was heathen to the very core of my being. Nonetheless, Bob became my friend. He told me all about Jesus, never judged me, and stayed my friend even when I told him to stop talking about all that God stuff. I left Wal Mart later, and Bob and I lost contact. Stay tuned, however, as Bob reappears later in this story in a really cool way.
The next person who came into my life came after I left Wal Mart and launched a career selling real estate. Her name was Barbara and she was a fellow real estate agent, the wife of a pastor, and also a good friend. It’s important to understand that by this time I was single and for sure living the single life. No details necessary, but the single life. Our town was not a huge town, so I imagine my business was pretty public knowledge to tell the truth. Barbara never mentioned any of that. She just became my friend, along with her pastor husband. She told me lots about Jesus, but I mostly nodded and went on. She even invited me to church so much that I finally went a few times just to silence her. I did go to her church a few times, but soon lost interest and moved on.
The next two people who had substantial impact on me are two whose names I can’t even remember now, but I do remember what they did and said. I was working waiting tables at a local Cracker Barrel to supplement my income as I built a real estate business, and this pair worked there also. They were brother and sister, and very devout Christians. Again, they became friends. A truth that needs to be stated here is that we were, overall, not very nice to these young people. No one ever openly mocked them, but we would all say and do things around them simply because we knew it would bother and hurt them. Not one single time did either rise to the bait and act wrongly. In fact, they seemed to go out of their way to single me out and befriend me.
Here is where things began to change. I had the opportunity to deal with a woman who was a banker in the town I now live in as a result of a Real Estate transaction. It turned out that she and my friend Barbara had been acquaintances for years. It came to light that she was single, I was single, and the next thing I knew we were having lunch together. To say I was instantly smitten with this young lady would be an understatement of huge proportions! We arranged for me to come to her town and we would have a real date. I will never forget picking her up and looking in the living room and seeing a piano. When I enquired if she played, her response was, “Yes, I play the piano at my church.” Uh oh, red alert, run for the hills. But, I didn’t.
Fast forward a couple of months to my discovery of an important social thing down south. If you want to hang around the church girl on Sunday, you have to go to church. So, I did. I went over and over in fact. I will never forget how welcome those people made me feel; they treated me like an old friend. Still, nothing really happened. I actually enjoyed the preaching, but honestly I was more concerned with eating dinner and hanging out with the girl and her parents.(Yes, people still do that!)
Then one day, after a couple of months, the thing occurred which would forever change my life. The preacher, as usual, was preaching; I, as usual, was paying only some attention. An important fact in this story is that I had come from my earlier marriage in somewhat a state of financial ruin; not only that, but the way I was planning to handle it all was not particularly responsible. All of the sudden, and for no reason related to the sermon at hand, the preacher went on some strange rabbit trail concerning…you guessed it..financial irresponsibility! And was looking right at me! He didn’t stay long, but by then he had my full attention, to say the least.
What came next was fairly standard salvation message stuff. Sin, holiness, and judgment. I understood pretty clearly in that single instant how I had failed a Holy God, who was also a just God, and that I owed a penalty for the sin in my life. Here is the deal, though; I still didn’t really care! I was still perfectly fine thumbing my nose in the face of God and daring Him to send me to Hell. That pretty much answers the question concerning whether or not God scares people into loving Him, because I still wasn’t going to budge. What happened next sealed this deal and I won’t ever forget the words.
The preacher quoted from Luke 4:18, drawn from Isaiah 61:1 “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,’
I found out later that that passage was never intended to be in that message, but that was the moment. There I was, prisoner to my sin, brokenhearted, and bruised. And moreover, there was a God who would not only release me from the penalty I owed for my sin, but would set me free in many, many other ways.
I knew nothing; I knew less than most 10 year olds who lurch their way to an altar in a church. I did know I was lost, and doomed, and broken inside and out. I really slowed things up that day, and caused some dinners to be overcooked, because the preacher had to explain it all to me, and in my mind he was going to do it at that very moment. I wanted change right then! But really, the explanation was not deep and it’s not deep now. Repentance toward God and faith in Jesus Christ; it’s just that simple.
Here is a wonderful and beautiful epilogue to this story. Often, when we have witnessed to a person we never know how things ended, and that can be discouraging at times. About two years after my salvation, something happened that truly shows that God rewards faithful witnessing. We were all getting settled into our seats for a quick morning devotional before heading out to Sunday School. I looked across the church and locked eyes with……Bob! You have to understand that we are not really in the main traffic flow where I live; people don’t end up here by accident. I was thinking, “What is Bob doing in Palmyra?” and I am pretty sure Bob was thinking,” What is Wally doing in a CHURCH?” Turns out his mother in law was the oldest currently serving member of our church!
Isn’t God great?
May 27, 2015 at 11:40
Ahhh, I just love that, Wally! Well said.
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May 27, 2015 at 11:43
Thanks IB
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May 27, 2015 at 11:55
Wally – you intent succeeded! Hammered home for me the “sowing the seed” quandary. Sowing the seed? Might be turning over the dirt – might just be holding a shovel. Bringing souls to the lord is what the Lord does – when we forget that we screw up. As for the rest – oh yes! A lifetime living quite happily without the “fab God” – which I why I have become a fan of “the lost” (lie what I was for so many years).
You have written the words you hoped – and much more than that as well. Good on you brother!! 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 11:59
Yes sir we are only accountable for the sowing not the harvest. Thank you for the visit and encouragement brother.
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May 27, 2015 at 12:22
Reblogged this on Turning the Page on Suicide and commented:
Check out God at work in the life of Wally!
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May 27, 2015 at 12:48
thank you for that reblog
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May 27, 2015 at 15:04
Love this Wally!!! We forget how much God works through His people. And you soon super cool to me 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 15:07
Yes He has his ways and we are it. Thanks Melissa
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May 27, 2015 at 15:04
Sound lol
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May 27, 2015 at 15:08
Ah that more better lol
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May 27, 2015 at 17:03
Thanks for sharing that Wally. Seriously. In case you think I don’t mean it.
I’m not going to come out with any smart comments, if that’s what made you feel good, fine by me.
Oddly, I’ve written about divorce and men and money just now … strange huh!
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May 27, 2015 at 17:13
Hi Kate! Do you want to hear something even stranger? I was actually reading that post when you messaged. I hope you have been well?
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May 27, 2015 at 17:27
Busy busy thanks. Trying to chill a bit now. Hope you are ok too 🙂
My post was about men and financial ruin. Often caused by religious beliefs. Or the residue.
We are worlds apart, let’s try and stay civil huh?
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May 27, 2015 at 17:42
I am well…just working way too much. Yes worlds apart but that is okay. And yes I would like to remain civil for sure.
Peace
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May 27, 2015 at 17:20
Thanks for sharing your amazing journey, Wally. We don’t always see the back stories of our lives before coming to Christ. Maybe that should be a writing prompt for all of us. God bless you!
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May 27, 2015 at 17:37
Thank you Kathy for coming by and commenting and bless you for your encouragement
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May 27, 2015 at 19:27
My pleasure and my hope is believers will see their efforts are never wasted. God told us that His Word will not return void. Thank you for coming by Dawn.
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May 27, 2015 at 19:30
I’m so happy for you that you made your way to a spiritual community that supports, counsels, shares and embodies the “Golden Rule” – –
I like to think the single best gift the human race has been given is the choice to meet someone, no matter where they are at, and choose to befriend them, even with widely separate ideas about what’s what – ,
These blessed folks graciously share their experience and knowledge and do their for one who may not yet, quite, live up to their expectations or preferences –
Whether that means sharing their ‘testimony’ or simply being a non-judgemental friend, who is kind enough while strong enough to say, “I don’t agree with you and you keep griping about what isn’t working – here’s what worked for me and made such a difference” and not decamp when it takes you a few days, months or decades to completely understand what they were trying to say – –
Wonderful post I really enjoyed reading. 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 19:41
That was a wondere
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May 27, 2015 at 19:43
Sorry I hit enter and was not done, so if that comment doesn’t make sense..um sorry.
Wonderful comment and I thank you so much for it. You made some great points about how we should deal with people in terms of patience and not judging them or their lives. Well said and I thank you so much for coming by!
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May 27, 2015 at 20:04
No worries on the reply! That’s the nice thing, here at WordPress, I think – it’s a diverse community, but it’s full of people who understand,
“the words you publish today will make a difference for someone else.”
After my son died – I grieved so – I was mad at God – and while I eschewed the approaches of folks that told me I needed to trust in God’s Plan – I could come here, read, share and connect with other grieving parents – many who found their in-person community not very supportive of their own grieving process – it made me feel less alone and posts like yours, make a difference – sometimes to many – sometimes to just one soul who cried at 2am and said, “Now What? I’m out of ideas and I don’t know what to do and I have no Hope” – 🙂 I hope you don’t think me going off on a tangent was meant as offensive – but I know, during the times in my life where my faith was tested to the max – I found comfort and guidance here in this community. And always want to let another blogger know when they made a difference, for me, today – 🙂 Thank You!
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May 27, 2015 at 20:16
First, I am so sorry about the loss of your son; I truly cannot imagine such a loss. Yeah, we do need to trust God’s plan, but that really doesn’t help ease the pain much I suppose.
Me offended? Ha…hardly. I value input and yours was great. Feel free to go on tangents any time here! To a point LOL…I do ask people to be nice.
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May 27, 2015 at 20:28
I try to be nice and respectful of the journey of other’s – but I don’t always meet the expectation mark – 🙂 so if I ever comment and get focused on the ‘issue’ and forget about how sharing my own thoughts might hurt another, just now – well, feel free to delete the comment! 🙂 Won’t take offense, cuz I try to be kind/generous, but I sometimes get to narrowly focused on one angle and inadvertently make some one else feel I’m judging them – not the intent, but still working on getting better – 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 20:44
Well…listen. Have you seem some people who comment on Christian blogs are not very nice! You will have to word very hard to offend me I promise.
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May 27, 2015 at 20:55
Yes, I’ve seen the comments – both online and in-person, from Christian and not alike – and sometimes, get frustrated over the inability for folks to engage empathy brain cells – even if they don’t agree with the present stance stated and experience such a visceral reaction, they believe it their life-duty to comment (I do this – too… 🙂 All I really try to remember is evil intentions find fertile ground to grow in the field sown by secrecy and silence by the majority – and sometimes, the one who wrote/spoke, doesn’t have a window into the experience/perspective of others – I get down – cuz I’m a history buff and sometimes, I see how the same human perspectives held a 1,000 years ago hasn’t changed much – – but I still believe I live in a Friendly Universe and that learning enough to understand, speaking up when you don’t agree and being willing to be burned at the stake or slaughtered when you feel strongly is mankind’s greatest gifts – – – I might be wrong – 🙂 We’ll see how my approach turns out…but I try to be a good person – cuz I really want to be worthy of ‘making it’ past the lobby and in for an appointment with those in charge when my body dies, cuz I’ve got some questions – still – – 🙂 Cuz my I have a list, “How come…..?” fill in the ending – – – 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 21:08
“We’ll see how my approach turns out…but I try to be a good person – cuz I really want to be worthy of ‘making it’ past the lobby and in for an appointment with those in charge when my body dies,”
Boy, do I have many thoughts on that statement. I would love to share them, but alas it is bedtime for me! I have done some writings on the subject of worthiness and so Forth. Check out my Jesus Paid it All series of posts.
It’s sure been a pleasure to meet you, so to speak and I look forward to talking again!
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May 27, 2015 at 21:10
As every adult of my childhood told me – “Sleep Tight – Tomorrow is another day – Nice to Meet You” 🙂
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May 27, 2015 at 19:34
Yes God is Great! And this is a great testimony in His honor.
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May 27, 2015 at 19:45
He is, and He is due the honor completely. I am amazed sometimes just how patient and longsuffering He is to us even when we thumb our noses at Him over and over. Thanks again for coming by!
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May 27, 2015 at 20:23
What a wonderful testimony Wally, thanks for sharing. And you’re right, it’s not complicated at all but I struggled with that concept for years.
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May 27, 2015 at 20:42
Tricia, so apt that comment. Yep, we over complicate things horribly. If we would only come to Him with that faith of a child eh?
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May 27, 2015 at 20:45
Amen Wally!
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May 27, 2015 at 22:23
That was quite a read, Wally! I enjoyed it. You’ve been on quite a journey it seems.
I found myself wondering while I was reading this: how exactly did Bob go about discussing Jesus with you all those years ago in Wal-Mart? I’ve never had the opportunity to spread the Good News in that sort of situation, but I’m always afraid if I ever do that I would do so awkwardly or make it sound cliché, whereas Bob had a definite impact on you.
Ah, the town is called Palmyra. Now everything makes sense. 🙂
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May 28, 2015 at 05:24
Thanks Luke
Well, first, to call us a town is very generous LOL. A church, cemetery, a few farms and some houses is more like it. The actual town our address comes from is seven or so miles down the road, and even that place is just a small, small town.
Yes, witnessing at work can be difficult; how did Bob do it? Well, first, he was very clear about who he was and what his life was about. His Christianity and faith was simply who he was, and he made that evident by action and declaration. Not in any proselytizing way, but just as a simply fact; this is who I am. Next, I was his supervisor, and Bob was a really good worker. He just took his simply job taking stuff out of boxes and putting in on the shelf to a new level of seriousness and dedication. I asked him why once, since motivating people can be tough. His response was along the lines of “whatever you do, eat, drink, etc. go all the the glory of the Lord.” Hmm. ok! But, he did make it clear the relationship between his work ethic and his faith. He was also very supportive, in the sense that no matter how high my demands became, he just did it. Good employee.
He befriended me. We eventually became more than just boss and employee, we were friends. You can talk a lot in the middle of the night.
He did share the gospel, but it was always probes and recon missions. He never just barreled into it, as that can be awkward. He would tell me about his relationship with Jesus and ask me about mine. He told me about his sin, but didn’t beat me to death with mine, although he didn’t ignore it. As, and example, he reminded me that the angry way I dealt with people sometimes was not pleasing to God. The thing is, if he probed to hard and I got agitated, he would just back off and move on to something else.
This was a long term thing, as we worked together for about a year and a half. I actually have used his example at my own work place. As you pointed out, one cannot just run around preaching at people in the workplace today. So, first and foremost, I make sure every single person around me know who I am and how my faith defines me.No harm there, and nobody can point fingers. Then, I try to keep a good attitude and do a good job. Then I clearly link that to my relationship with Jesus. Then, over time, I will probe around here and there. I’ve got a pretty good idea of how most of my co workers stand in the area now.
I think the term for that is relationship evangelism. Long term things where the gospel is spread through friendship over a long time. Now, I actually prefer a more in your face approach in many situations. God has blessed me with boldness and a thick skin. While I believe relationships are very important, we don’t get to build a relationship with every person we meet. Sometimes just diving in is the right thing. Honestly, the Holy Spirit guides the process pretty good.
Me and a friend like to do neighborhood visits and find every situation is different. Sometimes we just invite people to come see us, but on a few occasions I have just dived right into what you might say is a cliche Gospel presentation. Sometimes things become urgent. We had a fellow we had visited some for a couple of months who got very sick and was likely to not leave that hospital. I prayed and went with the Spirit. I flat out just gave it to him, I said basically, “Look your odds are not good here, and we all know your end is probably near, we need to stop beating around the bush like we have and talk to you about what is going to happen when you do cross over.” Sadly, I don’t know if he ultimately made the right decision.
Back to work. I work in peoples houses, so I see different people every day. Same thing. I take every chance to identify who I am and then connect that to the work I do. I have to be careful, as getting fired is a possibility for talking religion. On the other hand, I remember a guy telling me he had cancer. Boom, just like that I just tossed it at him. “Ok..hmm..this might not end so well for you, do you have any idea what follows? Do you know Jesus?” Turns out he did, was quite saved and ready to go.
Gosh, I hope that was not to much of an answer. I love to witness, it is absolutely one of the greatest gifts God gives me, is the chance to tell people about HIm. Prayer is the key. Even if it is just a quick one, fired off the cuff, I find that The Holy Spirit will literally guide me in the proper actions and put the correct words in my mouth.
Thanks for coming by and commenting!
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June 4, 2015 at 06:40
Guess I never got back to this one after reading it… Thanks for the well-written reply. Not to much of an answer at all, and definitely something to think about.
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June 4, 2015 at 06:48
Is ok lol I get lost pretty often myself. Peace and blessings and thanks for coming by
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May 28, 2015 at 07:32
Thank you for sharing that awesome testimony of God’s great patience, His pursuit of your heart and His grace in your life, Wally! I look forward to the day when I am reunited with all those (not so) little faithful witnesses who impacted my life for Christ along my journey. How cool of God to bring Bob back into your life like that!
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May 28, 2015 at 07:37
Betty. Yes that was very cool. Do you recall a song? Thank you for serving the Lord was the name I think. It ended that very way with a man getting to meet people he had impacted. Thanks for coming by!
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May 28, 2015 at 20:28
Nice, Wally. Thanks.
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May 28, 2015 at 20:38
Thank you Madelyn for coming by. I just really hope some Christian might be encouraged to witness, or better yet, some non believer to think.
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May 29, 2015 at 04:55
Praise God for your testimony
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May 29, 2015 at 06:33
Absolutely praise Him. He is so, so patient.
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May 29, 2015 at 17:33
Awesome, Wally. I love testimonies. The real ones always make God and His Son Jesus out to be the heroes and yours is no exception. Love it. Thanks so much for telling us about God’s faithfulness to bring you to Himself.
Becky
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June 1, 2015 at 19:29
Hey! Wally,
I really enjoyed the article. It was a blessing to see how God worked in your life. The epilogue was a real blessing to me. Every time I get to see you at church and serving the Lord I think about how great God is. He is gracious to you in saving you and gracious to me in giving me a little glimpse into some sown seed that is bearing fruit.God does bless His Word, spoken, written and lived. May we all be found faithful in Him.
Thanks,
Bob
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June 1, 2015 at 19:42
Hey! Bob!
What an absolute and total joy to see you here! Talk about making a person’s entire day. Yes, God is so gracious for both of those things, and I hope more than anything somebody might not become discouraged as they share the Gospel and no results are seen. Because God is working even when we don’t see it, isn’t He?
Readers. In case anybody has missed what just happened here, this is Bob. Yes, that Bob. Wow, talk about a story coming to life!
I thank God every day, literally for you Bob. You, and the others in that story are never far from my mind as examples one and all of Gods’s people being faithful in God’s work.
I sure hope I will see you on here again
Love in Jesus, Wally
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June 4, 2015 at 08:23
You’re right Wally. God and His Word are always at work and effective, even if we are not aware at the time. When we were working together those years ago I had no idea of the way God would use His Word. Most of the time I wasn’t really aware of giving much of a witness. I was just living life normally and trying to please Him the best way I know how. He has been good to teach me a lesson to keep on plowing even when we don’t “see” results.
In Christ,
Bob
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June 4, 2015 at 21:05
Yep, His Word will not return void eh? I think you hit something big there Bob with your statement about just living normally. Normal should include being a witness both by example and by word, but sadly that is not always the case with us.
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November 19, 2015 at 21:19
Yes God is great and I love testimonies because even if it is about the person that’s what this whole thing is about: translating a sinner from death to life.:0) Our lives are very different but I didn’t know anything when I came to Christ either except I was sure I was a sinner and I desperately, needed to be saved. I can’t believe that happened 39 years ago! And I’m still growing and becoming every day.:0) Thanks for sharing this.
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November 20, 2015 at 06:40
I like them to0, as it’s really cool to see the different paths we all take to come to Jesus. Like my wife, nothing really spectacular, just one day when she was young, said….okay. But that is as real as Paul on the Road to Damascus was. It’s the result that matters and changes one, not the method, right?
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November 20, 2015 at 08:52
Yes and coming from my background, your wife’s type of testimony is the most amazing to me. I wanted to give that to my children but I learned those kinds of testimonies are up to God and the individual too. Ezekial 18 paints a clear picture of the balance of parenting and personal choice. Salvation is a work of God and not man. The imitation is legalism.
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November 20, 2015 at 10:23
Pam, we all make our own choice, based on what we have been told. Our responsibility is to just tell it, even to our kids, what they do with it is their accountability not ours. Tell you what, I’ll pray for your kids and you pray for mine!
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November 20, 2015 at 11:37
Sounds good. All children assess all they’ve seen and heard and then they choose. I agree. Have a great day, Wally.
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November 20, 2015 at 14:44
Have a great one yourself Pam!
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August 20, 2019 at 14:02
God is Great, indeed!
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