Here is how a gentleman describes his conversion. From my childhood until I was eighteen years old, I never heard of anyone who could say their sins were forgiven. I heard many sermons, but never the “Gospel of the grace of God” in its simplicity; I never remember the new birth being spoken of at all, I attended a communicants class and the minister said I was now on the Lord’s side, and I thought I had peace with God. But afterward I learned it was a false peace. But for a time I thought I was fairly started for the celestial city.
Some time after this two men came to preach in a small town near where I lived, and it was said they were preaching some “new doctrine.” I did not go to the meetings at first; but at last went through curiosity. When I went into the hall as entered, I heard them singing—
“Ye must be born again,
For so hath God decreed,
No reformation will suffice
‘Tis life poor sinners need.”
These words of truth sank into my very soul. I found out I had not been born again. I was on the wrong track: I had been trying to live the life of a Christian without the life of God in my soul.
How I bless God. file opened my eyes to see this fatal delusion before it was too late. Yes, Christ on the cross had met every claim that God’s justice demanded; I saw that He died for me. And I was saved.
ML 09/17/1939