Yes, 1 July 2002 is when I was reborn – aged 40 in terms of my physical presence on this planet, and having been going to church for over 12 years and thinking of myself as a Christian, I finally … Continue reading
I had a letter in the post today from the other driver’s insurance company – the driver whose car I damaged last Sunday, the driver who has every right to demand payment from me because it was entirely my fault. … Continue reading
I’m fine, she’d say when asked I’m fine, she’d tell herself I’m fine – because this pain and mess and everything is normal, right? This is how life is. Everybody knows that. We just have to cope, to find ways … Continue reading
This one is for churchgoers, especially those who are sincerely seeking to follow Jesus for real. That’s where I was at for a long time – for 12 frustrating years I was trying… I hadn’t grown up on this stuff. … Continue reading
I wasn’t looking for God. I didn’t seriously think there was anybody there, and I definitely didn’t think there was any way of finding out. And in any case, why would I want to find out? What was in it … Continue reading
I’m reading John Piper’s Finally Alive, about the biblical concept of being born again, and thinking about my own story – thinking about it again in the light of what he’s bringing out in the book, how even that first … Continue reading
1 July is a special date in my diary.
This is an old post from my archives. It is long, because my journey from Jewish Agnostic to Jewish Follower of Jesus was a long one, and not all that straightforward.
Yes, 1 July 2002 is the day I was born again.
If you don’t know what being born again means, don’t worry, I didn’t either until it happened. Growing up in a Jewish home in Israel, you don’t hear about this stuff. And even going to church – well, it varies. The churches I attended didn’t tend to talk about it, and when I heard people use this term it meant nothing to me, it was as though they were talking Chinese. But eventually, in God’s good time, after over 12 years in the church and thinking I was a Christian, it happened.
My 12 years in the wilderness started with a visit to a church in London a few months after I arrived in England. I wasn’t searching for God or anything like that – I just went along with a friend who wanted to go to church. (Long…
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