I protest nothing
Those whacko's outside the Trump rally in California are protestants
(English is a fine language if people would learn it and use it correctly)
I am a Christian by the scriptural definition of having searched the Scriptures and learning .. without being dogmatically coerced or forced ... for myself what I must do to go to heaven
I don't care about baptism or priests or denominations or ANYTHING like that ...
I want to go to Heaven and I don't want to go to Hell
I got the answer out of a book the Catholics never gave me nor encouraged me to read for myself .. and I will not consider any modern treatise about how Catholics do TOO read the bible .... NOT IN THE 1950'S OF MY YOUTH ! ! !
I was born again after a friend witnessed to me about Jesus and I asked Jesus to save me in 1981
Something happened immediately that night, up Fallen Timber Rd ... and that something was the direct result of my prayer to ask Jesus to save me
Those words
Jesus ... save me
They were never in Catholic conversation in MY life
Great testimony explaining your salvation. I was saved when I was 8 when a missionary visiting from Liberia was preaching at my dad’s church, then baptized shortly after that.
I also resent being called a “protestant”; we are not.
I can identify with that bro. I do not consider myself a Protestant either. I didn't know it, until people in different religious persuasions told me I WAS one. I don't accept it.
You got saved in 81. I got saved in 1970, at Mountain Home, Idaho, 6 months before I became an unwilling participant in the biggest waste of my time, that there ever has been, the infamous Southeast Asia war games. If I could have figured out a way to get out of it, I would have, but hey, I went to the one place that had the best chapel program, and I came home in one piece. I only had flashback, in 1984. Never had one before, never had one after. Others had really bad experiences.
We do, however, press on to the high calling that is in Christ. 😀😆😃 By all means, carry on.
Amen! Very similar to what happened to me in 1973, when a close friend got born from above and traveled all the way to Birmingham, AL to witness to me. He was visibly a changed man. I wanted what God had done with/to him, so I asked Jesus to save me, too. It happened that very same night within moments of sincerely asking Him directly. I was so moved that two weeks later I traveled up to East Tennessee to be baptized by the man who led my friend to Christ.
Just out of curiosity, what book was that?????