Comments on: A Gracious and Merciful God http://mvtclass.com/2009/08/26/a-gracious-and-merciful-god/ Mary Virginia Thomas Sunday School Class Blog Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:50:06 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: karendaniels http://mvtclass.com/2009/08/26/a-gracious-and-merciful-god/comment-page-1/#comment-1029 karendaniels Thu, 27 Aug 2009 11:48:57 +0000 http://mvtclass.com/?p=1359#comment-1029 It was a typical Sunday evening service, singing, hearing the gospel preached, more singing, collection of the offering…then…the invitation to come forward and accept Christ into our hearts…my heart. I was ten years old and up until that night, I had attended those Sunday night services somewhat reluctantly. This night was to be very different for me. As I sat in the hard wooden pew (I’m sure I was fidgeting like always) listening to “Just As I Am” with the preacher calling out to those in the congregation…I felt something, a soft touch lifting me up out of the pew and gently nudging me to make that long and scary walk to the front of the sanctuary in front of everyone. I recall standing perfectly still, not knowing what the preacher would say or do with me. I wasn’t even sure why I was there! I just knew I did not make that walk alone. I remained after the service to receive instruction to come to the Wednesday night service to receive my baptism…I was driven home and there I told my family what I had done. Wednesday rolled around and I was there, waiting my turn to walk down into the water where I received the Holy Spirit through baptism, by full emersion. Still, I was not sure why me, or why then. God’s timing is perfect and His amazing grace (steadfast love) became blindingly apparent to me later in my adulthood years. - Karen It was a typical Sunday evening service, singing, hearing the gospel preached, more singing, collection of the offering…then…the invitation to come forward and accept Christ into our hearts…my heart. I was ten years old and up until that night, I had attended those Sunday night services somewhat reluctantly. This night was to be very different for me.

As I sat in the hard wooden pew (I’m sure I was fidgeting like always) listening to “Just As I Am” with the preacher calling out to those in the congregation…I felt something, a soft touch lifting me up out of the pew and gently nudging me to make that long and scary walk to the front of the sanctuary in front of everyone. I recall standing perfectly still, not knowing what the preacher would say or do with me. I wasn’t even sure why I was there! I just knew I did not make that walk alone.

I remained after the service to receive instruction to come to the Wednesday night service to receive my baptism…I was driven home and there I told my family what I had done. Wednesday rolled around and I was there, waiting my turn to walk down into the water where I received the Holy Spirit through baptism, by full emersion. Still, I was not sure why me, or why then. God’s timing is perfect and His amazing grace (steadfast love) became blindingly apparent to me later in my adulthood years. – Karen

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