With the joining together of the brothers on this website, I felt it necessary that each person should present their testimonies so that those who read might be aware of where we come from and where our hearts lie. So here is mine.
Way back in the day, when I was nine years old, we at my church had an interim pastor named Brother Cole. Under his preaching, I decided I needed to not go to Hell so I would get saved. So, with the jovial glee of my family at my back and the “sinner’s prayer” in my sights I approached the pastor. He led me through the prayer saying “repeat after me.” I was baptized the following Sunday and presented with a Bible to commemorate the momentous occasion. Life went on. Nothing changed. I still lived like nothing had happened and was slowly convinced that it did not matter what I did I was covered. I had my ticket and that is all that mattered.
Brother Cole had come and gone. Next there was a pastor named Brother Mike. He was what Brother David Miller would call a “rip snortin’ preacher.” He would holler and get passionate and drew a crowd to our old church. He had a major theological disagreement with the old time members of the church, most of whom are my family, and departed in a fuss after throwing a fit, going on to erect a church a few miles down the road. Though I now agree with his position in this debate, back then I was too young to formulate any opinions either way. Then came interim after interim. Finally there came a preacher named Brother Joe. As his illustrious name hints at, he is quite the interesting fellow. He had quite the testimony himself which I will let him tell at a later date.
Right along in this time, I became a junior in high school and had begun taking Spanish I. The Spanish teacher, largely unknown to me until now, went up to the board, said something about Christians knowing what they believe and why and proceeded to write something on the board. “Why I chose to believe the Bible Voddie Baucham”
I had little or no interest in this sermon and was much more concerned with my rampant immorality. I was a hopeless porn addict and was cursing as much as possible. Along with that, my relationships were immoral and I let my grades slip. All of this contributed to a deep depression I had fallen into. I even came to have suicidal thoughts. One day as I was driving the Scripture from Matthew 7 came to mind that follows
21“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.
I came to realize a salvation through the blood of Jesus Christ and tried to remember that sermon from so many months ago. I typed into the YouTube search bar “why I believe the bible.” And upon seeing the name, I recognized Voddie Baucham. I listened to it and was sold on Christianity. I had all of the doubts I had ever had blown away and realized a call to the ministry of God. I was being called to preach. I went to Brother Joe and, at 16, told him that I believed I was being called to preach. He then told me there was a class that meets on Tuesday nights and that they could help me in my future endeavors. Now, there is no more close-knit group of guys in all the world than that class and no more encouragement to be found anywhere. I am a Calvinist because of the way these guys presented the gospel to me and now, looking back over the course of my testimony, I cannot see how anyone could possibly not believe in the sovereignty of God Almighty. If it were not for a church split and the Spanish I teacher I had, If it were not for the testimony of my pastor and his taking this class himself, I would not be saved or preaching today. I am more than convinced that Romans 8:28 speaks of me.
May my life ever be Soli Deo Gloria!