There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy ~ Henry Miller.
Do you remember the day you got saved? The year? The month? Perhaps the very hour?
I don't have a clue. For me it has been a long slow process, complicated by the church I grew up in which does not strongly teach a salvation doctrine. Oh, it's there. It's not that deranged, but it is wrapped up in things like baptism & confirmation without a strong emphasis on repentance & the new man, never mind the poor old Holy Spirit.
When I began delving into these things for myself I was hugely frustrated. I read from the scriptures that it was possible to really know God, better even than Abraham, Jacob, Issac ~ or even Moses! The problem was I didn't know a single church where the power of God was evident. Oh, I knew individuals ~ though rarely well~ but church! What a dreary wasteland of doctrine that proclaimed the power of God but denied its reality. And it wasn't for want of looking. I took my degree at USQ where there are more churches per square yard than just about anywhere else in Australia.
What is a girl to do?
Being me I went to the bookstore. There was only one in town at the time & it was pretty much establishment stuff but eventually I came across one or two books that suggested the gifts of the spirit were not confined to preaching, teaching [men only, please] or helps. I read about the baptism of the Holy Spirit. I was confused. I thought there was only one baptism for the remission of sins. Actually I think it's an apalling choice of words but hey, what do I know?
And being me I did not go looking for someone who might know something about this. I didn't even go looking for a church where the gifts were in evidence. I probably wouldn't have recognized it if I'd fallen headfirst into one. Nope. I read & I read & I read. When I thought I understood what they were talking about I began experimenting ~ & we do all remember I'm much better at the theory than the practicalities, don't we?
Somewhere along the way, more by the grace of God than good management on my part, I recieved the gift of tongues. I flipped because there was no interpretation & I was worried that Satan was counterfeiting. Honestly, I shouldn't be let loose on my own. So I had a gift I almost never used. To say nothing of the fact Dearest wasn't on board at all & we were both, by then, accutely aware, of the misuse of the charismatic gifts in multiple churches.
Much, much later, having found what I needed in the silence of Quaker worship & learnt much better how to hear from God a dear friend prayed for me & I was able to accept God's gift with graciousness for what it is ~ & if I start getting insecure the interpretation is there.
Just the same I have never been drawn to charismatic churches. I am a quiet person. I like snuggling in quietly with God, just Him & me, alone in the silence. I can get along very nicely without all the bibbing & bobbing & shouted Halleluias, thank you very much. I get lost & overwhelmed in large charismatic churches.
For me the issues of repentance, the new birth, the evidence of tongues were personel experiences that took place out of the limelight over a long period of time. They are part of my journey towards knowing God ~ & truth be told, I am still more than a little leery of the exuberiant public spectacle evident in so many charismatic churches.
I can't put my finger on an exact date, or hour, when I was born again. I know I have, at different times, gone through all the steps, though not necessarily in the right order [is there a right order?] I know God's Spirit dwells within me. I know I am walking towards that which I have always earnestly desired, intimacy with God; it is the journey, not the destination. Thus there has never been any conflict between the charismatic & my Quaker expression of my faith.
And then, then! Rhema wanted to know the when. As if without an exact date it never happened. Ummmm, I don't do numbers, people. I tend to be more than a little vague about exact details. So, because, like my cats, I am insatiably curious, who knows exactly when they were born again? Saved, if you prefer that term. My ear is open like a greedy shark...[Gosh that's an awful quote! So awful it's unforgettable!]