Solo said:At what point were you born again? When did you become a believer? If possible include your testimony. Thanks.[/size]
Solo,
I wrote a relatively spotty and condensed version in an earlier post in this thread, as far as my more recent life events and struggles and processes. The term "born again" is rather nebulous since we probably have a very different idea of what really means. It is a recently-developed terminology that is really absent from the early Church except in the sense that we are indeed reborn through baptism. If that is where you would like me to direct my answer, I was baptized at age 9, (1984 if you like math problems, heh). I was baptized in a Baptist church in Clute, Texas, by my father... an ordained Baptist pastor (he's also ordained Congregational Methodist, but that's neither here nor there). That baptism, using a proper trinitarian formula, is my one baptism. The Church has never believed in re-baptizing, and so long as it is done in the proper formula (In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit), then it is a valid baptism according to Christ....
So... I guess at that point I was re-born by the baptismal waters and the process, as done according to Christ's teaching.
I am not sure when I would say I became a believer, as such. I grew up in a Christian family and went to church from birth onward... My parents took me to Sunday school, sang in contemporary Christian music groups (it was the late 70's, that was very in-style), and my dad was going to a Baptist college (East Texas Baptist University) and was seeking ordination to at some point become a pastor. I was read bible stories as a small child, prayed every night with my mom when being tucked in to bed, etc. When did I become a believer? I suppose it was something I was taught to be true my whole life.
When did I really know and feel the presence of Christ?... Probably as an adolescent. I went to summer camp (Congregational Methodist, Hilltop Camp in east Texas), and during our worship, singing and prayer, I remember really FEELING Christ for the first time, in words, in song and in the tears of those giving testimonies of how Christ changed their lives. I also remember the most vividly feeling the powerful, powerful presence of God at a large youth conference in Houston at 2nd Baptist. It was a Dawson McAllister conference (for those who are from my era), and I went with my church youth group. There were times of group prayer and worship there that drove right to the heart. The Holy Spirit was palpable in the air... it's something difficult to describe.
However, the most vivid and incredible memory that I have about realizing the presence of Christ was at a young adults retreat a couple of years ago in the Austin area. In a small chapel with fewer than 25 people, with the doors of the chapel open, sunny, breezy day, with the sounds of the wind and nature behind us... a quiet, contemplative service... when the priest said the words of concecration... I saw it for the first time... the Holy Spirit coming down with those words and making that seemingly simple bread into Christ's Body. It's impossible to explain. I was very much protestant, very much Baptist that day. It was frightening to my sensibilities, but I felt it as if Christ had His arm around my shoulders and was whispering to me to look at the truth right in front of me....
So... well, yes, trying to convert my girlfriend was a big thing that brought me into my study and conversion process. But... if God hadn't put me there that day, in that uncomfortable position at a Catholic retreat (as the only evangelical protestant, I might add!), I might never have seen it, known it, believed it. There are moments and times in life when you witness with your own eyes the Glory and the Truth of God. ... God gives us these gifts, and I have had the pleasure of receiving such gifts several times from my adolescence until now. Each of those times, I am reminded of God's great gift, His great mercy and His great Love for us... at those times, all doubt is wiped out... and you know truth. You know God.
Again, I apologize for the spottiness of my response. I do hope to one day compile these thoughts into a well-organized writing.
God bless,
Michael