Jessica Landrum: My Father Was Satan (A Testimony of Salvation)
I want to share my testimony with others, because it is a miracle when God gives you a revelation of who you really are and where you belong. It is also a miracle when he shows you that you don't have to spend eternity in the lake which burns with fire.
Background Info
I didn't grow up in a Christian household, but I went to a local church for a short time when I was about 7 years old. Sadly, I don't think anyone taught me about sin, righteousness, judgment, or even repentance. Some of the Christian-based beliefs at home that I was taught, however, included that sex out of marriage was bad, and that you weren't supposed to lie or steal. I was just one of those people who said, "I'm a Christian" without really knowing what that meant. I thought you just had to say "I put my faith in Jesus", and superficially believe that he died for your sins. However, "The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?" (Jeremiah 17:9). I was a false convert who had made a false profession, but at the time I did not know it, nor did I care.
My Ideas
I always had a fascination with religion, and I always considered myself spiritual. I always sensed a presence that there was 'something else' out there. In fact, I even have had many experiences involving what I thought at the time were ghosts and even UFOs (no, I am not crazy)and so have other people that I know. I now know these things were demonic. Essentially, I believed that when we died we went to another dimension, which fit in with my scientific ideas about life, time, and space. This meant that the god I believed in didn't really have any control nor did he really communicate with his people. This same god I prayed to off and on when I felt really guilty about something or when I wanted something.
As far as the Bible is concerned, I remember having a conversation with a friend that I had when I was an adult that the Bible was written by men (and only men) who were not only sexist, racist, but homophobic as well. I remember saying that men err, and so the bible is full of errors. I didn't have the slightest clue how a book so old could be the true word of God. I also thought there were many ways to God - I believed that all the religions were true. However, I still called myself a Christian. I remember one time specifically in a hotel looking at a bible and wondering how strange it was that I considered myself a Christian, but had little to no desire to read what people said was God's word. "It's hard to understand," I told myself, and this eased my conscience. The Bible says in 1 Peter 2:2 that we are to be "like newborn babies, long[ing] for the pure milk of the word, so that by it you may grow in respect to salvation,". However, I did not crave God's word. "Hell and destruction are never full; so the eyes of man are never satisfied" (Proverbs 27:20). I did not long for God, but for the world. I had no idea that the world would never satisfy the emptiness within me that is and can only be filled with Jesus Christ.
No Peace
I worried a lot about money, my health, and dying. I would stay up and worry about having cancer or other illnesses. Interestingly enough, I knew that my fear of death wasn't normal. When I went to sleep at night I often worried about dying in my sleep and wondered, "where will I go?" I didn't have eternal security and I didn't trust in the Savior who I claimed to have put my faith in. Essentially, I had created an idol, another Jesus, and this was who I claimed to worship.
False Conversion
I remember wondering how to be saved when I was about 15. Someone told me that all you have to do is accept Jesus into your heart. I probably thought, "wow, is that it?" So, just like many of you probably have done before, I said the sinner's prayer....Before I said it I thought to myself, "wow, something dramatic should happen afterward". I probably thought that at the very least I should feel differently. However, after saying this meaningless and heartless prayer, I felt dismayed and disappointed that nothing had happened. I was still the same person who was dead in her sin and my stony, black heart remained inside me. Of course, being true to my real, sinful nature as a natural man, I leapt quickly and eagerly back into my same old sins again. There was no contrition, no real remorse, and no change in my life. God was very distant.
The Evidence Against Me
Now I can look back and I realize that I truly had not repented and put my faith in Christ. Nor was there any evidence of Christ knowing me after-the-fact. Now, the Bible says in Acts 2:21, "And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved." Again, in Romans 10:9-10 the Holy Spirit says, "That if you confess with your mouth, Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved". In Acts the Holy Spirit through the same Paul who wrote Romans preached "... to both Jews and Greeks [and spoke] of repentance toward God and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ" (Acts 20:21). It continues, "...that they should repent and turn to God, performing deeds appropriate to repentance" (Acts 26:20). Deeds, or works, are a result of faith - the expression of faith. They are done as a result of being in Christ Jesus. In Romans we are taught that if we are a Christian we are a wild olive shoot grafted onto the vine (who is Christ). Jesus himself said, "I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing" (John 15:5). I wasn't producing deeds that shewed that I was born again in Christ. I had no reason to trust my profession of faith, but then again I didn't question it because I was blind.
I was a Christian in name only. I didn't hate my sin or truly feel unworthy of the gift of salvation and so the free gift of eternal life didn't seem like such an appealing gift. It became something I deserved, as if I had earned it somehow. Jesus didn't really become my savior because I didn't understand why I needed to be saved or what he saved me from. I didn't feel grateful and joyful that God had saved me. In fact, I probably could have reasoned that it made sense that Jesus died for me, after all, I was a good person, or so I thought. This is contrary to what the Bible says, because it teaches "as it is written, "THERE IS NONE RIGHTEOUS, NOT EVEN ONE;" (Romans 3:10).
Who I Was
I was a self-righteous, judgmental, hypocritical, Pharisee. I condemned others for doing the very same things I was guilty of. It is that simple. I claimed to be moral, good, and I believed I was worthy of praise. I was deceived. When I was young I prided myself on the fact that I was 'morally pure' and didn't really drink or do drugs. I would look at girls who were sexually promiscuous and I would condemn them in my heart and feel utter, pure hatred for them. I even wished them dead. I would think, "I'm better than them because they are filthy losers who pollute their bodies. They are nasty". My thoughts were very bitter and I was filled with unwarranted, self-righteous anger toward anyone who did not meet up to my 'standard' of living. However, when no one was around or watching, I was doing the same things they were, just in a different form. I had my own secret sins of my own and by judging them I was condemning myself, but I didn't know that at the time.
Jesus said in Matthew 5:28 that anyone who looks at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her. I was just as guilty as anyone else. I put on a mask of goodness around other people so that others would believe that I was 'good' and 'moral'. I continued to do things that I knew were wicked, vile, sinful, and that troubled my conscious. I did these things instead of truly repenting before God. My heart was hardened and I continued on in my sin. My conscience was pretty seared at that point, because the things I did that were sinful I could easily rationalize, felt little need for forgiveness of, and repeated again and again. I didn't care about God watching me because the true God did not know me. I was alone in my own body and I thought I had no master but myself. I did not feel God judging me, warning me, or guiding me, because at that point he was like an absentee parent to me. I simply did not feel his presence in my life.
God's Grace
Setting the Stage for Change: Conviction
When I was about 26 I was looking for a school, and so I chose a Christian-based school which forced me to read the Bible for two of their classes in March of 2008. I reluctantly and unenthusiastically studied the Bible, although I barely understood much. My interest was jump-started and out of boredom and I started watching You Tube videos about atheism and Christianity. I started thinking about my god and praying to my god more, which made me feel like going to church was a good idea - I didn't go. Out of curiosity, I felt compelled to start watching purported testimonies by men who claim to have died, went to Hell, and come back again. All though I don't believe these now, at the time these frightened me immensely. Around the same time, I came across videos on the Internet of Christians holding signs that said "God hates you." Even though I thought they were crazy at the time I started thinking, "why does God hate me?" I needed to find out why....
About that time the Holy Spirit started convicting me of things that I had been desensitized to-things that I didn't even feel guilty about anymore. It was as if a supernatural force came and shaved off a top layer of dead skin, revealing living skin underneath. I could feel again, and I hated it. I began to sense my sin again, and I was troubled deeply. At the time I didn't know that I was under conviction, and it made me feel weird because I began to question, "why am I all of sudden feeling guilty?" I remember having conversations with someone about how weird and crazy the level and depth of my guilt was. I was truly horrified about what was happening to me. All I knew was that I started feeling really guilty, vile, and disgusted with myself, and the things that I had been doing I wanted no part of anymore. Even after stopping some of the things I was doing my guilt remained, and so I felt helpless and had no idea what to do to ease my conscience. I don't think I realized that Jesus was the solution at the time because I thought I was a Christian already.
Repentance and Salvation
I couldn't take the guilt, fear, and feelings of despair that consumed me. It came to a climax one day on my knees when God opened my eyes and allowed me to see myself for what I really am and was. My feelings of despair were so strong that I went into another room crying, telling someone something to this effect: "I don't want God to hate me. I feel so guilty. I am tired of feeling guilty. I just want to be forgiven."
I could feel the Lord's burning hatred toward me, and I wept because the revelation was so real, so disturbing and truly frightening. At that moment everything disappeared into darkness and all that was left was myself floating in darkness, and I was given the feeling and pure knowledge, even the vision that God's perfect, burning hatred was on me. I was a child of wrath.
John 3:36 says, "He who believes in the Son has eternal life; but he who does not obey the Son will not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him." At that time I knew that I had not fully obeyed the Son by putting my faith in him.
Furthermore, I was a barren tree, not producing fruit in keeping with true repentance. 1 John 1:6 says, "If we say that we have fellowship with Him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not practice the truth;". I wasn't loving God, but I was showing my hatred toward him by defiling myself and and not crying out to him for salvation. I was deceived. In John 1 3:8 it says, "the one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning. The Son of God appeared for this purpose, to destroy the works of the devil." Waves of this revelation overtook me and I knew at that moment before Christ came into my life who my father was. He was revealed.
My Father was Satan. He was my master. I obeyed him and knelt at his feet, eager to do his bidding. I loved him, deeply, even though he offered me nothing but lies, deceit, and destruction. He had always been there, with me, since I was born, waiting. I was his captive yet until now I didn't know it. God pulled back the mask off of Satan to reveal his true nature, revealing his ugly and horrible face. Immediately I realized I had been and would continue to be under a delusion, and that I was blind, helpless, vile, without hope, and at the mercy of my father the liar. The Holy Spirit says in 2 Thessalonians 2:11 "And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie." That was me. God allowed me to realize that I was no different than a blind person, walking around in the dark, headed straight for a fiery abyss where there would be no escape or peace, where there would be weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth for all of eternity. My mind could not fathom such a fate as this. Even still, God gave me the ability to see myself in the light of truth as an unclean thing before him, worthy of burning in the fire and nothing more.
Facing the Truth and Renewal
I knew I belonged in Hell, and I imagined myself in that horrible place. In it, I felt that God was justified in sending me there because I was filthy before him. He was righteous and holy for placing me right where I belonged. It was my eternal home. I knew he was holy and perfect and beautiful, and I knew that I was the complete opposite. As I sat there, on my knees in the living room, probably with my head down, I realized that not only did I belong in Hell, but that God was justified in sentencing me to go there. I considered it righteous to put me there, and I glorified him. However, he let me realize at that moment, that my destiny was not to end up in Hell. At that moment I thought, "no, Lord, I don't want you to hate me, and pour out your wrath on me for all of eternity. It doesn't have to be that way because you made a way out. There is a way out." At that moment the Savior, my Lord, became real, and he came into focus as the way out, the gate that leads into Heaven. I remember saying something to this effect: "Jesus, I love you, I want to follow you. You saved me. I know that if I don't trust in you and I trust and merit in my own goodness to get into Heaven, that I will be denied because I am wicked to the core. I won't have any power over my sin in my life, and I will be controlled by the Devil as long as I live if I don't have you protecting me, shielding me, and guiding me." I knew that there were two paths, one that one lit with the light of the Lord of Glory (Christ) that leads to eternal life, and another, which was dark, miserable, deceitful, and leads to the Lake of Fire. I didn't want to be a slave to Satan anymore or under the power of his lies (by the grace and mercy of God). I didn't want to be lied to anymore. Jesus said in John 8:32,"and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free." I wanted the truth, and I knew Jesus was the way, the truth, and the life, and so I wanted him. I also remember saying something to this effect , "Lord, take my life, it's yours. Nothing exists but you. Please let me follow you. Keep me and protect me all the days of my life and teach me. I love you." After that, God changed me.
I don't remember if it was the next day or directly after that but I remember looking around and it was as if I could see with a brand new pair of eyes. I could look around and see a lot of the wicked things I was doing in my life, well beyond the things that God had been convicting me of which let me see how vile I was. Of course, he didn't open my eyes right away with every tiny thing. In this past year and five months, he has revealed things slowly, and it has been painful, and still is. I know I am not perfect, but I know that Jesus is, and that he died for me, so I could be forgiven, so I could enter eternal life as be adopted as a son of God through His Son, Jesus. I know he is molding me into the image of Jesus, and I trust that he will keep me and allow me to continue in him, in faith, expressing itself through love.
Only in Jesus Christ can be have power over our sin because in Christ we die and are born again. According to the New Covenant mentioned in Ezekiel God takes out your old heart and gives you a new heart, one that loves him as a Father and wants to obey him. If you have had an experience like this then I am sure you understand. If not, I pray God gives you a revelation of your sinful state so you will run to Jesus and flee from the wrath to come. He is your only hope.