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Memoir: The Story of My Salvation

Updated on February 20, 2013

"The seed that fell on good soil represents those who truly hear and understand God’s word and produce a harvest of thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times as much as had been planted!” (Mat 13:23)

The Born Again Experience

It was my first kids’ camp; I was only six years old. We were in Antipolo, Rizal on the month of April. Before that momentous event, my parents were already bringing me to church on Sunday mornings, but there was yet to be a spiritual encounter that would lead me to get saved. (I got saved under the ministry of Manila Bethel Temple, now known as the Cathedral of Praise.)

On the last night of the camp, I was unusually wide-awake as the preacher took his time. I knew his name years later as Ptr. Eli (not the one on Philippine TV). He gave the invitation to accept Jesus as personal Lord and Savior - to have a personal relationship with Him. Young as I was, somehow I understood the altar call, and I raised up my hand in response. Right where I was seated, I repeated the phrases of the pastor leading us in prayer, and meant every word of it.

It was nighttime, and yet I remember it so vividly: the campers were all under one big cottage that had a huge incandescent bulb hanging in the middle. The surroundings were pitch-black darkness and the trees and plants were like swaying shadows. In that simple childhood terror of the night, I drew my attention to the preacher and the light, and intently listened to the message. I did not understand very much, except that Jesus loves me, and that was enough. I kept looking at the light for the rest of the service that night. It was a kind of light that blinds you when you stare at it long enough – a kind of blindness that all you see is white.

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      create a page 8 years ago from Maryland, USA

      I accepted Jesus as my Savior while I was at a camp for children too. It is great to meet another hubber who had a similar experience.

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      Jose M. 8 years ago

      I was born in a family who regularly attends a traditional Sunday church. Even though I learned about the Bible and the death of Jesus Christ in a Catholic school and church, this did not relate to me personally. However, in the early 1970's, when I was in my teens, I started to watch Christian T.V.programs as The Cathedral of Tomorrow (as hosted by Rev. Rex Humbard). His message gave me clear understanding of the way of salvation. Also, I listened to a Christian radio station DZAS (FEBC Station), which further proclaimed the good news about Jesus by Word and by people's life experiences. They faithfully sent gospel tracts and other Christian materials, which I read enthusiastically.

      Then in my first year of college in Philippine Christian College on Taft Avenue (now Philippine Christian University), I came to know 2 friends - Napoleon Calderon and Andres Calderon. They invited me to attend church at Manila Bethel Temple (now Cathedral of Praise). Upon attending the church, I was surprised by the joyful music and the dynamic message of Pastor Daniel C. Morocco. After the message, I responded by receiving Jesus Christ as my Lord and personal Savior, asking His gracious forgiveness. Since that evening, middle of January 1973, when I was 17 years old, I have been a believer and a servant of God. Throughout the succeeding years, He has blessed me and used me in the proclamation of the Gospel of Jesus through personal evangelism, church work and a number of gospel outreaches in some provinces. Also, God has used me to distribute thousands of gospel tracts and Christian literature.

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      snaed 8 years ago

      A New Creation.

      Auntie Terry. She came from Canada for a mission trip to Mindoro. She used to take care of me when I was still a baby. While she was home, she would gather all of us--my cousins, siblings and I, and taught us children's church music. During one of those days, she taught us a song that goes like this:

      "I'm a new creation, I'm a brand new man. All things are passed away, I'm a born again."

      After the song, one cousin asked, "Auntie, what is 'born again'?" She told us the story of salvation and how we needed a Savior and be able to spend eternity in heaven.

      She never really asked us to pray the prayer of salvation. But I believe God was knocking at my heart at that time. I just didn't know how to respond.

      It was near the end of the summer season at that time. We were also preparing to move to a new home in a new community.

      The next school year, I was in a new school. I was in 4th grade. It was a co-ed catholic school but it was there while in class that I prayed the prayer of salvation.

      Everything was new and I think I was a bit scared. I needed someone. I needed a friend. It was there that I finally understood. I began to respond. I prayed with all my heart and accepted Jesus in my heart and asked him to be Lord of my life. By God's grace, my eyes were opened to the things around me and knew in my heart that I was different. I've become a new creation, a brand new man. A lot of things needed some work (and it really took time) but I knew that I've become new indeed.