The Pews are too Hard!

The Pews are too Hard!   Church-Pew

My mother dragged me down the sidewalk each Sunday to church when I was young.  She really did drag me and sometimes it was by the ear.  I remember each line and crack in that sidewalk on Washington Avenue.  I remember the church too.  It was a huge old stone Baptist church with massive stained glass windows and a gigantic pipe organ.  The pews I had to sit in were just plain punishment.  Those pews were solid oak with no pads on them and so hard.  No way did I want to be there.  I always made that known to all around me.  When you see kids fidgeting in church none are as bad as I was.  I even got the pastor to stop preaching one Sunday morning.  He came down and moved me to the front row.  The reverend told me if I moved before he finished I would be in trouble.  That got my attention!

My mother made sure her kids got to church.  She took us even when we didn’t want to be there.   People used to do that you know.  I am thankful she did that.  I’m sad times have changed.  All kids should have the pew experience.

I was exposed to the word of God early and I came to Christ early.  I was only a young 10 year old boy but I came to Christ. I was born again!   To be born again means that I exchanged my old life for a new life.  I was born of the flesh in 1955 and then 10 years after being born of the flesh I was born of the spirit (The Holy Spirit) on August 8, 1965.

I was just a kid and I wasn’t interested in much other than having fun back then. I was probably no different than other kids.  I could not sit still very well.  I didn’t even have a Bible.  Wow, those pews were so hard!  There was evidence all around me that God existed.  I knew in my heart that it was true and had no doubt.  I knew right from wrong.  I was just old enough to learn bout Hell and to understand I was a sinner.  I understood I was lost and couldn’t save myself no matter how good I could try to be.  “For by grace ye are saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God” (Ephesians 2:8). 

My mother saw to it that Christian values were taught to us and we had the opportunity to meet God.  Of course, those Christian values never saved anyone.  It is Jesus Christ that saves us.  It is the Gospel. To be born again a person needs to make a choice.  I made that choice.  I chose Jesus Christ as my savior.  It didn’t make those pews any softer but it assured me I would be with Jesus and not in the lake of fire.

It was all very simple for me.  In faith I trusted in Christ to save me. I believed!

I am much older now and 48 years have passed since then.  I still like to keep things simple though.  And for me, salvation is as simple as these two things:

1. We must believe God is there and Jesus was His son and was born the ‘Savior’, died on the cross for our sins and rose again.  We must repent and call on Him for salvation and ask for a changed life in Him.  Believe and live!

— When I was 10 years old I had no Bible but I knew in my heart God and Jesus existed.  I wanted to be with Him and was sorry I was a sinner.  I called on His name and was saved!

Don’t let anyone confuse you. Keep the first step of salvation simple.

2. Believe the Bible is the written word of God inspired by Him and delivered through man.

Which comes first? I don’t think it matters.  I came to the Lord before I had a Bible and my wife came to the Lord after and through reading the Bible.  He will make that choice.  You just need to respond.

A tiny little booklet, the Gospel of John, was my Bible for a long time. I love John 3:16 and it is my saving verse. It was the verse I learned while on my knees calling to Jesus for salvation.  It is forever burned in my heart, “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

So 48 years later I can tell you that life has not been a bowl of cherries and being saved by the grace of Christ probably hasn’t made my life any easier, but I can’t imagine going through life without Jesus Christ.

God has done wonderful things in and for my life.  He placed me in the presence of the people that I needed to mold me to the person I am today.  He made me who I am.  My life has been blessed and I am so very thankful. And He is still working on me.

I can still feel those oak pews on my buttocks. 

Jesus Christ came to this earth over two thousand years ago for one purpose: “to seek and to save that which was lost” (Luke 19:10). His life was an absolutely perfect life. “In him is no sin” (I John 3:5).  Yet He went to the cross to pay the penalty of sin and die for me, a guilty sinner. “For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly” (Romans 5:6). “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8).  He died for the whole world, but He died for me.  And He died for you.

It didn’t end at the cross.  After Jesus died He rose again from the grave.  “He is risen from the dead” (Matthew 28:7).  “Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us” (Romans 8:34).

“For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures” (1 Corinthians 15:3). This proved Jesus Christ is God, and through Him alone we are saved.

These days, each Sunday I sit in nice padded seats to receive the message from our pastor.  I sometimes drift back to the day…

When those pews were so hard…

 

God bless your day,

Pew

 

 

 

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