Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.
The following excerpt, from In the Land of the Blue Burqas by Kate McCord (a protective pseudonym), details the amazing conversion of the author. (Ok, every conversion is amazing!) Let us never doubt the power of the Word of God!
The author has just finished telling the story of a nun she met who was working in a shelter. She was astounded by the love the nun displayed for the girls she worked with….
"Several days later I flew back to
southern California and went back to work.
I shared the story of the nun and her love with a coworker. He responded with the gospel. I was furious and wouldn’t have any of
it. Exasperated, he challenged me to
read the Bible and figure it out for myself.
I took
up the challenge.
I’m
very particular about books and always assumed that one must read them from one
end to the other. In those days, I didn’t
understand that the Bible is really a collection of books written over several
thousand years by different authors. I
thought of it as one book, so I started in Genesis.
It took
several months for me to read the book, but the results were cataclysmic in my
life. In the pages of the Old Testament,
I met the God of the universe and found Him beautiful. I was astonished, first, by how honest the
Old Testament is about the nature of people.
We’re always running off in wrong directions. I suppose I expected the Bible to make all
those Jewish heroes look perfect, but it didn’t. Every one of them seemed to put his foot down
his throat, and that was a thing I recognized.
What really captivated my attention was God’s unremitting love, His
patience and willingness to continually forgive and restore.
Somewhere
during my reading of the Old Testament, I prayed my second real prayer: “God,
if You’re out there, if You’re real, I want to know you."
Eventually
I got lost in the minor prophets. I had
managed to finish the book of Hosea, but only barely. I struggled.
I still thought I needed to read the Bible from one end to the other to
understand it, and Hosea had completely baffled me and the next prophetic
account wasn’t any easier.
Someone,
I can’t remember who, told me to jump ahead to the New Testament. They told me that was where I’d find the
story of Jesus and I needed to read it.
Since Hosea was so baffling, I thought I might as well take the advice. I read through Matthew and then started on
Mark. By Luke, I was pretty sure I was
losing my place because I seemed to be reading the same stories over and over
again. I think that’s when I realized
that each book in the Bible was written independently.
At that
time, I absolutely did not believe that Jesus was God. I understood from reading the Gospels that
the disciples did believe that, but I couldn’t.
I’m sure it was a reflection of the Jewish influence I’d had. I was absolutely convinced that Jesus was
just another prophet. Somewhere in the
middle of Luke I prayer my third seeking prayer: “God, if this Jesus if You, You have to prove
it to me because I don’t believe it.”
I
suppose by then I was convinced that God was real. I’m not sure when that happened, but it
had. I would love to say I had some sort
of revelatory experience when I just knew that Jesus was real and that He was
God come in the flesh to save me. If
there was such a moment, it must’ve happened in the middle of the night because
I just woke up one day and knew that I knew that I knew. Much later, I read that faith is a gift of
God. By then, I had received it.
I still didn’t know what to do in response to
what I was learning and experiencing. I
never occurred to me to go to church. I
really didn’t associate church with faith.
I continued reading. The book of
John was mesmerizing, the book of Acts, stunning. I skipped Paul completely. Somewhere along the line, I had learned that
Paul was a misogynist, a man who hates women, and since I’m a women, I figured
it was best to skip him. I jumped ahead
to Hebrews. I had no idea that some
people think Paul wrote Hebrews. I just
read it.
Hebrews
put the pieces of the Old Testament in order and explained how Jesus fulfilled
what was written before. I was
astounded. I had read so many passages in the Old Testament about sin, repentance, and confession that the explanation
in Hebrews clarified how Jesus fit into all that. By then, I believed completely that Jesus was
the Lamb of God, the perfect sacrifice who took away the sins of the world.
I still
didn’t know what to do about it. After
all, Jesus wasn’t in my apartment for me to lay hands on.
Finally,
I reached the first letter of John.
There’s an amazing verse there that says, “If we confess our sins, He is
faithful and just to forgive us and to cleanse us of all unrighteousness.” The pieces clicked into place. I knew exactly what I had to do.
Now I
should probably point out that none of this was easy. At first I had been quite offended that God
had the audacity to tell me how much in my life was sin. Who did He think He was? My life was my own. Eventually, my desire to know God and my
amazement at how beautiful He was overcame my attachment to my lifestyle, but that
was a slow process. I came to understand
that I had to give my entire life to God, not just part of it. It took me several months to agree to that,
and it was definitely an agreement.
Finally,
by the time I reached 1 John, I was ready.
I read the words about confessing my sins and remembered the Old
Testament model of laying hands on the sheep and confessing the sins of the
people. I was sure I had to confess all
of my sins, so that’s what I tried to do.
It wasn’t easy, and of course I couldn’t even recognize all my sins, let
alone confess them, but I did what I could.
I got down on my knees and began.
I confessed everything I could think of, and as I did, I felt as if
layer after layer of chain mail was being pulled off my body. I wept through the experience. When I stood us, I knew that I knew that I
was a new person. I was totally forgive
and completely cleansed. I absolutely understood
that. I also recognized, with deep
gratefulness, that God had loved me before I committed my life to him just as
much as He loved me afterward.
Later I
found a church and, more than a few years after that, to Afghanistan."
Now, isn't that amazing! The grace of God and the power of the Word working to draw this women to salvation. AMAZING!
(And, yes, expect an upcoming review on this book.)