“That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. “Do not be amazed that I (Jesus Christ) said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ “The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it, but do not know where it comes from and where it is going; so is everyone who is born of the Spirit” (Jn 3:6-8)

Do you remember the very first time you prayed to God? I do! I remember the very day and the words I said; I remember the state of my heart. It was 14th of March 1986. I was in my thirties, happily married, mother of three children, successful as a medical doctor. I had all I wanted in the natural. I did not believe in God and I said it openly to all who care to listen. I looked confident in my unbelief. But there was this secret pain and hidden fear that God sees me and I may have to meet Him one day to give an account for my words and actions. The best I could do was to ignore my quiet but constant guilt.

I was brought up in communist Romania and I did not know of any who ‘believed in God’. We were told by teachers in school that faith is just an imagination and that God is not real. We were told that there are no spirits, only the natural life, what you see and touch. It is true that sometimes I found myself asking for an explanation for the source of my love I had for my husband or children. That love could not be touched or seen but it was real to me. I also loved literature which is spiritual in content, beautiful words touched my heart. I sensed that there is more to life than the natural, but I already believed the lie that God does not exist. Unbelief became a stronghold, it defined my personality.

Looking back I see that the evil spirit of unbelief gave me lying words for its own protection. They were mechanical and cold words; they were not really mine. I wonder now at my foolishness, the bondage of talking nonsense with such confidence: “I don’t believe that God exists”. Some people agreed with me, many rejected what I said. Few had the courage to love me enough to pray that I may see the light in Christ. On that day I prayed at last and God came down and His Spirit filled me. What a day! What a moment! I knew in an instant that I will never be the same again! All the lies of unbelief died in a moment of truth!

After I became saved, I had to fight unbelief’s brother called doubt. The devil knew that I will never believe the atheistic lie. But he brought a new strategy so that I will doubt the promises of God. Doubt tried hard to enter in the space where unbelief once dwelled. I observed that doubt looked much more acceptable, even fashionable. It was then that I made my own decision: ‘I will trust God for miracles, for the supernatural, with all my heart!’ Because of this faith, I became lonely, like a crazy person.

Loving passion and true faith always look wild to the doubters. The spirit of religion is the foundation of doubt; it accommodates it and even encourage is it. To a religious man doubt is a form of freedom, to believe or not to believe. The true faith is too ‘narrow’ and it looks like bondage from afar. This is the effect of deception of sin, deep seated in the heart of the unsaved.

You need to consider this revelation and confront any stronghold of doubt in your heart. This matter is too serious to be joked about or to be ignored. Grateful are they that press on to be ‘free indeed’. Words cannot describe the joy of total deliverance from the deception of religious doubt. I challenge you to try it, dear reader! All glory goes to God for His unspeakable gift!

In Christ I declare:
I am a born again child of God!
I am baptized and filled with the Spirit of the Living God!
All the glory goes to God for my miraculous salvation!
In Jesus name


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