Getting Saved and Knowing Jesus (8th anniversary) Part 2

When did I get saved? I don’t know. Some folks have said that a person is not saved if he cannot tell you the time and place. I say, “T’aint so.” I never had a chance to actively “sin” in ways many interpret sin, but I do remember having rebellious thoughts that I was convicted of. I remember loving-adults praying for me and having some wonderful “pray-throughs.” Probably one of those times was when I was really saved. I was taught that when I was sanctified I would quit sinning That was a bit of over-speak, but I must say that I did not “walk” in sin. It hurt too much. I didn’t want to pay the price sin demanded. I was taught to grow in the fruit of the Spirit but that was generally called “being good.” I didn’t know about “fruit of the Spirit” and I’m sure no one of my mentors would have made an issue of whether if was fruit or fruits of the Spirit! We just wanted to “be good.” I did know I was saved because of Jesus’ love and death on the cross.

When I was ten I joined the Campo Pentecostal Holiness Church along with one other girl, a teen-ager. I’m sure I joined because my parents told me I was old enough to do so. It did not seem to be a major event in my life at that time. But I now recognize its importance in my life. Church attendance and church loyalty have been very important to me.

The Campo PH Church was the church of my teen years. There I learned to be a loner if it was necessary. There I learned that Christians are not perfect. There I learned that imperfection could be remedied by confessing and asking for forgiveness, and I also learned not to take liberty with his grace. There I learned that Christians’ have broken hearts if their kids don’t serve Jesus. There I learned how wonderful it was to have souls saved – even those who weren’t related to us! There I learned Bible facts. Who was married to whom, books of the Bible, how many days did Moses stay on the mountain, how many days was Jesus in the tomb, and 1001 other Bible trivia.

I remember when the Sunday School literature started adding a section called “Application.” That sounds good, huh? Now I find “Application galore” in churches but very little Bible knowledge. Preachers preach that God supplies and refer to the manna and quail. But how many know the story of the manna and quail. I can make the application from knowing the story but the lesson will not teach the story. I’m thankful for those teachers, Uncle Tony, Dorothy Holmes, Delma Harbert Rodgers among others.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to Getting Saved and Knowing Jesus (8th anniversary) Part 2

  1. pranabaxom says:

    Did my unsaved soul sinned,
    Befriending a saved one, unknowingly,
    Ah, I confess,
    Love the sparring with my friend,
    What’s matter without
    Antimatter,
    Days without nights,
    Heaven will certainly freeze,
    If hell’s fire burn out,
    This unsaved soul
    Carries with pride
    The friendship of the saved.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Pranab, you have indeed been a friend to me, and I to you. I am sure you recognize that I am passionate regarding you and where you will be eternally. The spirit that makes me, me and you, you will go someplace and do something. I have seen no more reliable standard to base my belief on than the Bible. There I stand as I invite you to go with me. I’m sure your family would find it inviting to know Jesus also. I recognize how hard that would be to do but others have. I had it easy. That’s the point I continually make in referencing my easy road knowing Jesus. Mommas and daddies are vitally important. Your comment in poem form is impressive; most nearly brings tears to my eyes. Wishing you an easy road home. Good night, Friend.

      • pranabaxom says:

        Oneta, first let me be thankful for having you as a friend and thank you for accepting me as a friend.
        That’s what it matters most.
        Beyond that who knows?
        Past is history,
        Future is mystery,
        What I have
        Is the present,
        Does it matter
        If I be saved,
        I do what I do,
        Not for the reward,
        Because
        It’s the right thing to do.

        Que será será.

  2. You know Oneta, somewhat like you I don’t necessarily have a day or date or time of Salvation.
    I do know that my 5th grade Sunday school teacher had had a tremendous effect on me and it was probably around the age of 10 or so that I was conscious of my Salvation.
    You know us Episcopalians…we aren’t known for our Bible prowess but this particular teacher taught, really taught, the Bible.

    But…oh how many time since have I fallen only to get back up asking for forgiveness, to begin anew?? How many times have I recommitted my heart and soul.

    For me…Salvation is real and I know it to be but I confess that I know I have often taken it for granted…so it is often a life long endeavor.

    But I know I am His as He is mine—-
    Maybe that’s why I loved that recent scene of Mary from the Chosen—He tells her to look at him, to look up from her shame. At first she says no, she can’t–she is too broken…but He tells her again, “look at me”…
    She does, with tears freely flowing down a broken face…
    He utters three words.
    “I forgive you”
    And she falls into his arms…
    It is so simple and we make it so so hard…

    • oneta hayes says:

      Oh, the joy of sins forgiven. “Blessed are they whose iniquity is forgiven, and whose transgression is covered. Blessed is the man to whom Jehovah imputeth no sin, and in whose spirit there is no guile. ( Ps 32:1-2 ).” (thanks to google for the scripture so speedily)
      However, it is certainly a continual event/process – our need for forgiveness)

  3. Dawn Marie says:

    “but I must say that I did not “walk” in sin. It hurt too much.” Oh, how my heart knows of this sting & how humbly I try to avoid it too.

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