By Easter of 2000, my husband and I had been going to church regularly for a few months. I had accepted Christ as my savior when I was a teen, but my husband had not yet come to that place in his life. Being the intellectual and practical man that he is, Jim (my husband) had to research this thing call christianity. In the few months that we had been attending church, he had read book after book about many different religions seeking the truth, desiring to make sure that we were on the right track.
I remember months of Sundays standing in a pew next to him at invitation time, certain that this would be the day he’d make the most important decision of his life… salvation. But Sunday after Sunday I left church feeling frustrated and without hope.
Why wasn’t he getting it?
How long will he wait before he takes that last step toward personal salvation?
Will he wait too long?
In the mean time, I put my own obedience to the Lord on hold by not getting baptized. I knew I needed to, and I absolutely wanted to, but I was waiting for Jim so we could get baptized together. But one Sunday in March I knew I needed to take that step of obedience… with or without my husband. I got baptized that night. Alone.
When Easter Sunday rolled around a few weeks later, I was no longer holding my breath, waiting for Jim to come to Christ. What I did not know, was that the Lord had been working on Jim. In fact, I would later find out that the Lord used my baptism to bring my husband’s heart a little closer to Himself.
Anyway, we went to church that Easter Sunday night to watch the Easter musical the church so beautifully puts on every year. We sat through it, and I wondered occasionally if Jim was as moved by it as I was, but banished the thoughts quickly. My husband sat beside me for the entire musical without showing any outward signs of what might be taking place inside. Just moments before the musical was to end, a very gifted soloist back by the choir, sang the most magnificent song… I Choose Jesus.
It was breathtaking and surreal.
And it was exactly what my husband needed to hear. But then, God knew that… didn’t He?
When the song was over and the musical came to an end, Pastor lead a time of invitation. He invited those who need Jesus to come forward and accept Christ’s free gift of salvation. And as experience had trained me to do, I waited in silence with my eyes closed, and without any hope in my heart, assuming I would go home disappointed once again.
But a few moments into the invitation time, I felt my husband leave my side and walk down to the alter.
That Easter Sunday we became a Christian family.
So now, as we celebrate the resurrection of our Saviour, Jesus Christ, I also celebrate the salvation of my husband, and the birth of our Christian family.
To God be the glory…
Great things He hath done.
Want to read more thoughts on Easter? Go see Angela at Becoming Me.