The following is an unsolicited testimony received in email on 12 October 2010. Thank you, Greg, for sharing your story! It is wonderful to meet people who have come to the same understanding through their own personal studies of the Scriptures.
Greetings in the name of the One and Only God, the Father, and his human Son Jesus the Messiah! It was just a few months ago that God graciously revealed his truth to me, that he is One and that his Son came into existence in the womb of his mother Mary.
Let me tell you my story. I grew up in a Christian cult — the Worldwide Church of God — which taught a binitarian theology, that God is one family in two persons (basically, the Trinity minus the Holy Spirit). The church was extremely legalistic, very controlling. Ministers were gods, members spied on each other and judged each other, and there was an unhealthy emphasis on the apocalypse/end times. That organization destroyed many people’s lives. Unfortunately, I spent the first 20 years of my life in that church. I only left when my parents departed in 1994 due to doctrinal changes that were taking place at the time. I was a college student by this time, and it was the combination of breaking ties with the WCG and being exposed to new ideas at the university that eventually led to my losing all faith in God and the Bible. I spent the next 14 or 15 years of my life as an skeptic/agnostic/atheist. I was so bitter towards religion and convinced that it was mere myth that I wanted nothing to do with God or anything that hinted at God. I never, ever saw myself returning to the Bible or any other religion for that matter.
But in the summer of 2009 my father died, and I began to ask the big questions again. I began to give the Bible consideration again. As I studied it, truly for the first time, I began to see just how extraordinary it was. I began to note that the Bible dared to predict the future and that it spoke with an uncanny singular voice though written over hundreds of years by many different authors. There were so many things about it that I found increasingly difficult to explain from a naturalistic or evolutionary point of view. Finally, after months of struggle, I accepted that the Bible was the divine word of God.
But this was just the beginning of my journey. I was so confused. I had the baggage from my own past to deal with, plus I saw that the world was filled with dozens of different denominations all claiming to have the truth. I didn’t know where to start, so I did the only sensible thing I could do: I began to ask God to show me the way, to reveal his truth to me. I went before him in all humility, admitting that I was a flawed, ignorant human being. I told him that the only way I was going to know the truth was if he revealed it to me.
At this time it dawned on me that before I could proceed any further with building my faith, I had to know who it was I had faith in. In other words, I needed to figure out who God and Jesus were exactly. There were a number of theories. Was the Trinity, which most Christians believe, true? Or maybe what I was raised to believe — that God was a family comprised of two persons? Maybe Jehovah’s Witnesses were right, and Jesus was an angel before he became a man. Or maybe the Oneness people had it right, one God but three modes. I became obsessed with this topic and studied it night and day. I was fully prepared to accept whatever God led me to; if the Trinity were true, I had no problem with it. Likewise with all the other belief systems. And then, in the midst of my study, I came across some Biblical Unitarians who believed that the Father alone was God, and that Jesus came into existence in the womb of Mary. Boy, did that throw me for a loop! Even though I was doing my best to be open to any possibility, one thing I thought I was certain of was that Jesus pre-existed his human birth. So initially I dismissed the teaching as “obviously false”. But the more I studied their reasoning, the more sense it made. I read passages such as John 17:3, I Corinthians 8:6, and I Timothy 2:5 in light of their understanding, and I felt my mind was being opened to something wonderful. Suddenly, everything began to fall into place, and countless passages and problems resolved themselves and the Bible became a sensible, unified whole!
I’ll never forget the night that it all fell into place. I was meditating on everything that I had studied when I suddenly had an image in my mind of God, the Sovereign, Almighty Creator who knows all things, who has always existed and always will exist, bringing about the miracle of the conception of Jesus in the womb of Mary. Right on time, as scheduled; this was the promised Messiah, the King of Israel, the Savior of all mankind! He wasn’t God-come-down-as-a-man, God-dressed-up-in-flesh; he wasn’t some pre-existent being; he was a genuine human being like me, the second Adam who succeeded where the first Adam failed. Led by his God, he fulfilled all the promises foretold of him and he died for me though he didn’t deserve it. How incredibly awesome! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put into words exactly how I felt at that moment.
I always had difficulty with the idea that the Jews had not had an accurate understanding of who God was. Growing up, I was taught to believe that Jesus was actually the Old Testament YHVH, and that he came down in flesh in the New Testament in order to reveal the Father, who prior to that was unknown. If this were true, then that meant the Jews were completely in error as to who God was. Yet, in Mark 12:28ff Jesus cites the Shema and congratulates the scribe who he confirms understood it correctly — God is one, and there is none other but he. This is what little Jewish boys and girls learn from birth and recite in the morning when they wake up and at night when they go to bed — Shema Yisrael, Adonai Eloheinu Adonai Echad. How much more clear can something be? Jesus confirms that the Jewish understanding of God is the correct understanding! Amazing that we can be so deceived that we cannot see what is black and white right in front of our eyes.
So that’s my story. Sorry to go on and on, but I just feel like shouting all of this from the rooftops! Anyway, I’ve enjoyed your blog and will continue to visit. Keep up the good work. Who knows how many people like myself may be reached through your efforts.
Greg