Director of Marketing and Communication
College of Continuing Education
No blinding visions. No voices from out of fire or anywhere else. No miraculous recovery from physical or emotional trauma. In fact, when I contemplate what kind of testimony I might make about my faith, I'm afraid that my experience has been singularly undramatic and uneventful.
All I can testify to is my conviction, based solely on faith (and that faith given to me by God), that my sinful life has been redeemed in the person of Jesus Christ (Galatians 2:20).
I haven't always been so faithful. I was raised a Christian but never gave much thought to the implications of what it meant to be a believer. Perhaps that was why, when I hit college, my "faith" didn't support me. Like so many undergraduates, when agnosticism reared its ugly head, I didn't regard it as so ugly at all. I found myself caught up reading and admiring writers like Jean-Paul Sartre and Samuel Beckett and finding the worlds they described much to my liking.
Then something happened. No, not an interruption on the road to Damascus, but it was just as much the work of God's grace. I began to see that my infatuation with agnosticism was nothing but that--infatuation, a youthful immaturity that God moved me through. He also gave me a Christian wife and led us in the proper way to raise our three children. Sartre and company quickly gave way to C. S. Lewis and G. K. Chesterton.
Another thing happened. As I got older, I finally began to read and study the Bible and learn the truths God had provided for me, truths that had been there all along, if only I had bothered to look. Through a men's Bible study, I found myself learning more and more about God's Word and understanding things that I hadn't really paid much attention to before.
I'm a far cry from a perfect Christian. Who isn't? But having been justified by the blood of Christ and sanctified by the Holy Spirit, I now "run in such a way as to get the prize" (1 Corinthians 9:24). What prize? The last words of the Nicene Creed speak of "the life of the world to come." I love those words because they hold out for me the only true prize, the bright promise of the life I have in Christ.
In One Holy Passion, R. C. Sproul notes that Moses was consumed by two burning questions: Who is God? and Who am I? Sproul calls these "the proper questions," and they are proper for all of us. Too often people ignore the first and spend their lives floundering in attempts to answer the second--or think they know the answer to the second and live a life of personal delusion. The proper perspective, though, is to connect the two questions. That is, my answer to Who am I? must be related to what I understand God to be. Since I am a Christian, everything I do should align with my knowledge, understanding, and commitment to Him Who rescued me from sin and death.
Now that I think of it, this is quite a dramatic testimony indeed.
If you have any questions or comments you can E-Mail me at JJERMAN@CCE.OU.EDU