WARNING!
DON’T READ THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU DESIRE THAT GOD ALMIGHTY, JESUS CHRIST AND THE HOLY SPIRIT DO MIRACLES WITH YOU!
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service.
—Romans 12:1
It had been eight months since I had accepted Christ on that fateful evening in the movie theater, and I had just started going to church on Sunday evenings. One Sunday evening, there was a large praise-and-worship group from Liberty Baptist College in the service. They were singing songs with an amazing message. I didn’t know any church songs. I didn’t even know “Jesus Loves Me.” Until this time, I didn’t know any gospel singers or Christian radio. I was listening to these young people (who were all about my age) sing such amazing messages from the Bible, and my heart started to stir inside of me again. It was like that first time in the movie theater when I was saved. I knew I was saved, but I didn’t know what was going on inside me.
At the end of the evening, when they were giving the invitation (I knew what an invitation was by then), I went forward by myself. Not really knowing how or what to pray, I started to share what was in my heart. I began by saying, “I know I’m saved, God. Thank You for loving me. But, God, I have this overwhelming impression that You want me to give everything to You—not just my life, but all my plans and all my possessions. Lord, You know that my possessions aren’t very many, and I certainly don’t have any talents, but what I am and what I have, I’ll give to You.”
That night, I learned to surrender all to God. I didn’t know I was supposed to do that before. He was my Savior, but that night, I learned that he was my Lord.
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A Fifth or a Case?
On my first Bible-reading night, I got home to my singles-only apartment complex, and Wally from across the hallway was throwing a party. I fought the temptation to go over and join, grabbed a few beers, and began reading.
I opened the Bible and looked at the table of contents. What in the world is a Deuteronomy? Who is Ecclesiastes? What’s a Corinthians—and why do they need two of them?
I decided to just let the Bible open, and whatever page it fell on would be where I began reading. I put it on my lap, and it opened to Proverbs 20:1: “Wine is a mockery, and strong drink is raging and whosoever is deceived thereby is unwise.” Have you ever been hit in the stomach and not been prepared?
I sat there for a while, realizing that God wanted me to stop drinking. I had been drinking four cases of beer a week for three or four years, and He wanted me to stop. I took the rest of the beer to Wally’s party and left feeling unsure about even being there at all.
This week, we will discover the concept of separation. From my experience with the cases of beer, I had realized that God was asking me to separate from my worldly lifestyle. He also wanted me to separate from all the worldly relationships I had. I now knew that God wasn’t just my Savior—He was also the Holy One. He wanted me to be like Him, and I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I separated, but I had a feeling it would create solitude—and it certainly did.
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Suffering and Afflictions
These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.
—John 16:33
I had grown up knowing the reality of physical pain, but the mental pain was much worse.
When the pastor who had trusted me in his church pulpit completely turned on me because of the issue with his son, I was blindsided. In my old days, I had learned to become aware of my surroundings and protect myself in case something like this happened. What had happened? Did I let my guard down? Was I supposed to have my guard up? The spiritual wind had been knocked right out of me.
I knew I was in God’s army, but I wasn’t completely sure what that entailed before then. I began to understand that in service for God, there is going to be some suffering, afflictions, persecutions, and even friendly fire. They were possible—and they were to be expected.