Yesterday, I celebrated Easter in a manner which I have not in a very long time. I spent Easter at my sisters’ church for the first time since Easter 1994 when I decided to no longer attend church because I felt the message was more about the Law than being released from the cursed of it.
I felt a bit like the prodigal son returning to a congregation of which many of the members I knew, but with a sense of the sweetness that is sung of in Amazing Grace. I was closer to the Lord than I had ever been, and my belief was greater than it had ever been.
Back in 1994 I knew the Lord, but I was not Born Again. I had experienced some of His awesome power but I was still searching for a truth that cannot be found (at least for me) in any church building.
In 2003, while living in South Florida, I returned physically, emotionally, and spiritually to Church, and in 2004 I was baptized (immersion) in front of my sister, nieces, and the congregation. Although, I had been christened in Nigerian at the age of 9, I was really riding on my parents’ belief and not my own.
That truth is that you can not be Born Again until you die to your past, and are resurrected beyond what you once were. No one can drag you to that. You must be called, and the calling must so compel you that you seek it out with a passion unparallel in any other area of your life.
When that happens, no one who knows you will have to ask you if you are saved, and how you know you are saved.
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