To the Praise of His Glory

Twenty-four years today, March 3, 1985, God Almighty, the Lord Jesus Christ, saved my husband from his sins.  A hell-bound college student he was, with a messed-up GPA, a messed-up morality, and a messed-up religion that offered him no absolute, eternal refuge from the sins that were hounding his conscience.  On that day Monocogman and his brother attended a church different from the one they grew up in, and for the first time in his life, my man heard and understood the gospel.  Jesus Christ had willingly suffered and died to pay for every single one of Monocogman's sins, was buried, and rose three days later in victory over sin, death, and the grave.  The preacher quoted a Bible verse that morning, which poured light into this young man's soul:

But as many as received him,
to them gave he power to become the sons of God,
even to them that believe on his name:
John 1:12

Monocogman could think of several right, good, religious things he had done. He had been baptized, he had been confirmed, and he had received communion.  Most of the time he was a pretty nice guy.  But, he had never simply received Jesus Christ, who had already done all when he said, "It is finished!"  At that realization my husband bowed his head, confessed to God that he was a lost sinner in need of a Saviour, and received Christ, Himself.  And from that moment, he was a new man.  Life has not been the same since.

Why am I giving you my husband's testimony?  Because my life is wrapped up in his.  My husband led me to saving faith in Jesus Christ.  I will be ever grateful for this day!

For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life.
John 3:16