UncertainBranch
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Hi, I'm new here. My name is Greg. I have a lot to contribute on some of the other theology/doctrine threads, because the Holy Spirit has opened up quite a bit for me in the scriptures that I don't ever see mentioned anywhere else. But first and foremost, I have some serious problems in my walk and I appreciate any prayers, advice, or encouragement from fellow members of the body.
Before I was saved, I had become a raging alcoholic, addicted to casual sex with loads of women as well as men. This always disgusted me, and I had become detached from myself, my sexuality becoming fluid and separate from who I saw myself as as a person. Any attempt at seriously coming to God was cut short by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and condemnation, a sense of distance, and purely intellectual consent in my belief (I believed "deep down," but it wasn't honest or open, and it didn't gel with the rest of who I was).
I was saved at the beginning of this year. I was raised Christian, and I prayed from time to time when I was scared, or felt like sharing something with God, or needed something. I was scared of the Bible, couldn't relate to it, and couldn't reconcile it with evolution, science, or my own experience and understanding of life. God either felt like an unknowable, fearful, alien being, or a big teddy bear imaginary friend type of person who was just watching over my life with happiness and joy, feeling displeasure at my sin but His love eclipsing any serious negativity toward me.
I was extremely naive. This past year, after paying close attention to the things going on in the world during the 2016 election, I began to truly come to grips with my own mortality for the first time. I was watching footage of people in Syria being beheaded, tortured, burned alive, etc. I also realized, deep in my soul, that I was very likely going to hell if such a place truly existed.
Several months later, after studying the Bible and listening to countless hours of Christian teaching, I did a simple repeat-after-me prayer, expecting nothing. It wasn't the sinner's prayer or anything, it was a specific prayer geared toward forgiveness of someone close to you. In the middle of it, as I was thinking of what to say and who to forgive, the words struck my mind from the depths of my soul and came out of my mouth before I'd even thought of them. I immediately knew that that had not come from me, and that I was not alone. I wept in astonishment, and in hindsight, I'm reminded of how the Holy Spirit leads us in what to ask for and speaks on our behalf, lifting our voice up in the Spirit. I swore myself to Jesus Christ, accepted Him into my heart openly, and my life was changed.
It's hard to describe, but the world felt and looked completely different afterwards. I didn't know any doctrine at the time, and I honestly didn't even know what the gospel was. I didn't even know what the Holy Spirit was. But very quickly, the Bible began to speak to me in ways that blew me away. The Word would follow me through my day, and every little thing I'd learn would work itself into my daily walk and write itself into my heart through experience. On the outside, an atheist or agnostic would call them coincidences. But the doctrine was written out before my eyes in my very life, and unfolded in ways that were unmistakably from God. I have a lot of great little stories and moments in my walk that I still cherish upon remembering them, and I love to share them.
But I got cocky, and overconfident. I assumed I would never sin wilfully again. And I might never have, if I'd remained fearful and not fallen when temptation sprung up. Even on the day it happened, I had just learned the warnings in James, about not erring, letting patience have her perfect work when tried with temptation, and not returning to your old way of life after beholding your true self in the mirror.
Anyway, to make a long story short (I have limited space here), I ended up plunging back into sin for the next few weeks (I'd been saved and clean, with a wholesome, restored conscience for the first time, for a month and a half). I was cocky and overconfident, and I assumed I could handle drinking with an old sex partner, banking on the fact that I'd witnessed to her, pointedly told her we couldn't do anything sexual ever again, and felt sure and safe in my position in Christ. This arrogance and naivety led to a downward spiral of sin, in which I relapsed back into nearly every sin I'd ever committed, including sex with woman -- and with men.
I would repent, beg foegiveness, and then be unable to return to that state of clean conscience. I read the verses in Hebrews 6 and elsewhere about being cut off, being irredeemable after becoming entangled again in sin once you'd been freed from it, about how it would be better for me if I'd never known the way of righteousness than to know it and turn from it back to my sin.
I fear that I've become a reprobate, and that I've been given over. People will tell me to simply confess my sins and accept His forgiveness, but my heart feels hardened. I don't feel joy or hope anymore, and Jesus Himself is beginning to feel like more of a concept (even though I KNOW that He's God) than a personal Savior. I'm slowly beginning to fear that I understand those verses in a practical sense now, too little too late. I don't know how, or if, I can ever be restored to having a pure conscience. A guilty conscience before God leads to unbelief as a coping mechanism, as well as continued sin. You may try to quit, and you may mean it, but you will no longer completely be able to. A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. I think about Paul, and how he said that he was forgiven because he did those things "in ignorance and unbelief." I imagine what Paul's testimony would look like if he'd lost his temper and slaughtered one or two more Christians after having been saved.
I can no longer look at people honestly and say, "Christ changed me from the inside out, I'm not the same person anymore. He saved me from my sins." Because I've gone through periods during my sanctifying walk with Him where I've behaved exactly like I had before I was saved, and even began to miss my own sovereign will and the pleasures of sin. I began to notice a subtle shift in my object of hope, noticing that my only secret hope now was that Christianity was false, or that the verses I'd read weren't true. Because if they were (and I knew they were), I had just rejected the only hope I could ever trust in, and I'd returned to my vomit, a dog after all, my true nature chosen and cemented for all eternity. I began to realize why unsaved people have such resistant coping mechanisms up against the Gospel -- it's because it condemns them. If they'll admit this, that condemnation can shine through as conviction, and they can be led to Christ. But for the unsaved and the reprobate, accepting Christ means accepting hell -- and for someone who's already damaged their saving relationship with Christ, that means accepting that you are definitely going to hell, or at the very least your salvation is uncertain. Neither of those involve the hope and confidence we're warned to hold fast to until the end. Instead, I find myself having "a certain fearful looking for of fiery indignation, that will consume the adversaries." I'm sorry, but only a Christian who has fallen would experience that. I've heard arguments about how a true reprobate wouldn't care at all or feel the least bit guilty about their sin, so I should be in good shape since I'm obviously concerned -- but that's not what these verses teach.
I have much, much more to say on this, but I just wanted to say something for now at least. I'm lost and confused, and I've confessed my sins over and over, only to end up repeating them over and over, turning God's grace into lasciviousness, doing despite to the Spirit of grace and grieving Him. God has turned His face away from me, and for a Christian, nothing is more terrifying or discouraging. I can barely pray, I have a guilty conscience that cannot seem to be washed clean no matter how many times I confess, and I can barely feel an ebb from the Holy Spirit in my life. My prayers are empty, half-hearted, and the heavens are brass. I can sense it. The Holy Spirit has returned to work His hand in my life multiple times after backsliding, but I've threaded sin into my walk with God now. I don't know how to go back to a clean slate, even with 1 John 1:9. Please pray for me, and consider my experience as a strong warning against taking sin lightly. Those verses in the Word are extremely severe, and they have a sense of finality to them that cuts me to the core. Please pray for me, and I will post more on here from time to time. God bless all of you, and may He keep you through storms of temptation. He is more than able to -- but you have to keep hold of His hand.
Before I was saved, I had become a raging alcoholic, addicted to casual sex with loads of women as well as men. This always disgusted me, and I had become detached from myself, my sexuality becoming fluid and separate from who I saw myself as as a person. Any attempt at seriously coming to God was cut short by an overwhelming feeling of guilt and condemnation, a sense of distance, and purely intellectual consent in my belief (I believed "deep down," but it wasn't honest or open, and it didn't gel with the rest of who I was).
I was saved at the beginning of this year. I was raised Christian, and I prayed from time to time when I was scared, or felt like sharing something with God, or needed something. I was scared of the Bible, couldn't relate to it, and couldn't reconcile it with evolution, science, or my own experience and understanding of life. God either felt like an unknowable, fearful, alien being, or a big teddy bear imaginary friend type of person who was just watching over my life with happiness and joy, feeling displeasure at my sin but His love eclipsing any serious negativity toward me.
I was extremely naive. This past year, after paying close attention to the things going on in the world during the 2016 election, I began to truly come to grips with my own mortality for the first time. I was watching footage of people in Syria being beheaded, tortured, burned alive, etc. I also realized, deep in my soul, that I was very likely going to hell if such a place truly existed.
Several months later, after studying the Bible and listening to countless hours of Christian teaching, I did a simple repeat-after-me prayer, expecting nothing. It wasn't the sinner's prayer or anything, it was a specific prayer geared toward forgiveness of someone close to you. In the middle of it, as I was thinking of what to say and who to forgive, the words struck my mind from the depths of my soul and came out of my mouth before I'd even thought of them. I immediately knew that that had not come from me, and that I was not alone. I wept in astonishment, and in hindsight, I'm reminded of how the Holy Spirit leads us in what to ask for and speaks on our behalf, lifting our voice up in the Spirit. I swore myself to Jesus Christ, accepted Him into my heart openly, and my life was changed.
It's hard to describe, but the world felt and looked completely different afterwards. I didn't know any doctrine at the time, and I honestly didn't even know what the gospel was. I didn't even know what the Holy Spirit was. But very quickly, the Bible began to speak to me in ways that blew me away. The Word would follow me through my day, and every little thing I'd learn would work itself into my daily walk and write itself into my heart through experience. On the outside, an atheist or agnostic would call them coincidences. But the doctrine was written out before my eyes in my very life, and unfolded in ways that were unmistakably from God. I have a lot of great little stories and moments in my walk that I still cherish upon remembering them, and I love to share them.
But I got cocky, and overconfident. I assumed I would never sin wilfully again. And I might never have, if I'd remained fearful and not fallen when temptation sprung up. Even on the day it happened, I had just learned the warnings in James, about not erring, letting patience have her perfect work when tried with temptation, and not returning to your old way of life after beholding your true self in the mirror.
Anyway, to make a long story short (I have limited space here), I ended up plunging back into sin for the next few weeks (I'd been saved and clean, with a wholesome, restored conscience for the first time, for a month and a half). I was cocky and overconfident, and I assumed I could handle drinking with an old sex partner, banking on the fact that I'd witnessed to her, pointedly told her we couldn't do anything sexual ever again, and felt sure and safe in my position in Christ. This arrogance and naivety led to a downward spiral of sin, in which I relapsed back into nearly every sin I'd ever committed, including sex with woman -- and with men.
I would repent, beg foegiveness, and then be unable to return to that state of clean conscience. I read the verses in Hebrews 6 and elsewhere about being cut off, being irredeemable after becoming entangled again in sin once you'd been freed from it, about how it would be better for me if I'd never known the way of righteousness than to know it and turn from it back to my sin.
I fear that I've become a reprobate, and that I've been given over. People will tell me to simply confess my sins and accept His forgiveness, but my heart feels hardened. I don't feel joy or hope anymore, and Jesus Himself is beginning to feel like more of a concept (even though I KNOW that He's God) than a personal Savior. I'm slowly beginning to fear that I understand those verses in a practical sense now, too little too late. I don't know how, or if, I can ever be restored to having a pure conscience. A guilty conscience before God leads to unbelief as a coping mechanism, as well as continued sin. You may try to quit, and you may mean it, but you will no longer completely be able to. A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. I think about Paul, and how he said that he was forgiven because he did those things "in ignorance and unbelief." I imagine what Paul's testimony would look like if he'd lost his temper and slaughtered one or two more Christians after having been saved.
I can no longer look at people honestly and say, "Christ changed me from the inside out, I'm not the same person anymore. He saved me from my sins." Because I've gone through periods during my sanctifying walk with Him where I've behaved exactly like I had before I was saved, and even began to miss my own sovereign will and the pleasures of sin. I began to notice a subtle shift in my object of hope, noticing that my only secret hope now was that Christianity was false, or that the verses I'd read weren't true. Because if they were (and I knew they were), I had just rejected the only hope I could ever trust in, and I'd returned to my vomit, a dog after all, my true nature chosen and cemented for all eternity. I began to realize why unsaved people have such resistant coping mechanisms up against the Gospel -- it's because it condemns them. If they'll admit this, that condemnation can shine through as conviction, and they can be led to Christ. But for the unsaved and the reprobate, accepting Christ means accepting hell -- and for someone who's already damaged their saving relationship with Christ, that means accepting that you are definitely going to hell, or at the very least your salvation is uncertain. Neither of those involve the hope and confidence we're warned to hold fast to until the end. Instead, I find myself having "a certain fearful looking for of fiery indignation, that will consume the adversaries." I'm sorry, but only a Christian who has fallen would experience that. I've heard arguments about how a true reprobate wouldn't care at all or feel the least bit guilty about their sin, so I should be in good shape since I'm obviously concerned -- but that's not what these verses teach.
I have much, much more to say on this, but I just wanted to say something for now at least. I'm lost and confused, and I've confessed my sins over and over, only to end up repeating them over and over, turning God's grace into lasciviousness, doing despite to the Spirit of grace and grieving Him. God has turned His face away from me, and for a Christian, nothing is more terrifying or discouraging. I can barely pray, I have a guilty conscience that cannot seem to be washed clean no matter how many times I confess, and I can barely feel an ebb from the Holy Spirit in my life. My prayers are empty, half-hearted, and the heavens are brass. I can sense it. The Holy Spirit has returned to work His hand in my life multiple times after backsliding, but I've threaded sin into my walk with God now. I don't know how to go back to a clean slate, even with 1 John 1:9. Please pray for me, and consider my experience as a strong warning against taking sin lightly. Those verses in the Word are extremely severe, and they have a sense of finality to them that cuts me to the core. Please pray for me, and I will post more on here from time to time. God bless all of you, and may He keep you through storms of temptation. He is more than able to -- but you have to keep hold of His hand.