My Experience of Repentance
Today, we're sharing the testimony of Sister Eva Moore, abridged from the original in the March 1951 issue of The Gospel News.
At the age of 26 I decided I wanted to be a Christian. I had three little children and I decided that God belonged in our home, that we would be happy in no other way. I began to read the Bible and literature of all kinds, books on Christianity, and I listened to radio programs. They preached, "Believe only Believe." I would cry out, "Oh Lord, I believe," yet, my soul was not satisfied.
After belonging [to a church for] two years, I realized something was lacking in our lives. There was no change to speak of in my husband. I wasn't happy. Was this all that we would get out of Christianity? I was known as a good Christian woman, but my soul was empty. I would cry myself to sleep at nights. My heart grew heavy. Ours was not a Christian home, although we took the children to Sunday School, and we attended church regularly. We also began going to other churches, including The Church of Jesus Christ.
One day I said to the Lord: I have tried to be a Christian and I have failed, now cause my husband to take the lead. If this Church is yours, let him be the one to take the lead, and that was my only prayer for many days. The Church of Jesus Christ was presented to us as the only true church on earth. I rebelled. I said, "How could there be only one true Church, or might I say, one true faith?" Yet I was willing to try it, if it would make a Christian out of my husband.
But he wasn't quick to accept it. He listened to all that was said, but never said much himself. I became impatient and discouraged. One day, we went to see a baptism performed by this Church. How right it seemed. I wanted to go down in the stream of water, but no, I couldn't. I was waiting for the Lord to bring my husband first. On our way home, he said to me: "Eva, you and I are in the same boat, we are both sinners." I was offended. "Me a sinner. Why, I have tried to serve God all these years."
Days went by, the struggle grew. By this time my husband was reading the Bible. He came home from work one day and said, "Hurry and get supper. I'm going to the Elders and ask for baptism." Oh such joy filled my heart. I was afraid to speak. He didn't know my heart's desire was fulfilled.
When we came to the Elder's home, my husband told him of his desire to be baptized. The Elder asked me if I was ready. I said yes. So we went down into the waters of baptism on December 24, 1941.
After confirmation, we went home. I was the most disappointed person in the world. My husband was the happiest. "Yes my husband was in the door. I was outside." But why! I cried all night for my disappointment. I thought God would let me know if He accepted me as one of His own. I received no satisfaction.
My husband felt sorry for me. He prayed for me in the morning that God would let me know I was one of His children. He went on to work and then, alone, I fell on my knees and cried out, "Lord, have mercy on me a sinner, am I accepted of Thee or not? Let me know." I got up realizing this was my first act of repentance and my first time on my knees. I got back in bed and fell asleep. About five minutes later, the power of God shook me and caused me to sit up in bed and cry out, "Oh the Holy Ghost." Joy unspeakable came into my heart. My burden passed away. My soul was filled. I was new in Christ Jesus. I was a child of God. I knew it.
I could hardly wait till my husband came home from work to tell him what had happened, but when he came home he spoke the first words and said, "You are not the same woman you were this morning." I said, "How do you know?" He answered, "I know."
God is quick to hear the cry of repentance. He loves a broken heart and contrite spirit.
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