Summary: One of my very favorite scriptures in the Bible is Rom. 3:4 “Let God be true and every (not some people, most people) but every man (all people a liar). The word "liar" is the Greek word: ψεύστης, ου, ὁ pseustés (psyoos-tace'); which means, falsifier, deceiver...
One of my very favorite scriptures in the Bible is Rom. 3:4 “Let God be true and every (not some people, most people) but every man (all people a liar). Now that word liar is the Greek word: ?e?st??, ??, ? pseustés (psyoos-tace'); which means, falsifier, deceiver, misrepresenter, misleader, distorter. Each of us needs to stick a pin in the definition of “liar” and we will work back to it.
Now, why Rom. 3:4 is one of my favorite scriptures, has to do with my first accepting the Lord as my personal Lord and Savior over 30 years ago, after hearing the Lord speak audibly to me, not a loud thought, hearing things or my mind playing tricks on me. No. Someone standing right next to me spoke and He said, “you have a spirit, where do you want yours heaven or hell?” Now, at the time there was no one on either side of me, not to my right, left, in front or behind me. Not only did I hear them, but I could sense their presence. Now I didn’t grow up in a religious home, I didn’t go to Church, I didn’t have any religious or Christian background or foundation. But, that night, I knew it was the Lord speaking to me, I was sure of it.
So, over the next couple weeks I began trying to read the Bible. However, the more I read it the more I just couldn’t comprehend it. Being college educated, and able to read and comprehend quite well, I was so confused why I couldn’t understand what I was reading. It was like reading a foreign language. To me, it was like listening to Charlie Browns parents speak, wow, wow, wow wow.
I began talking to God asking Him why I couldn’t understand what I’m reading, but He didn’t answer me. God doesn’t hear the prayers of the unrighteous. But, in me, I knew God wanted me to do something. So, when I returned home from college, I called my brother who I knew went to Church on Sunday and asked him to come get me and take me to Church.
Three Sundays later, early in the morning around 4:30 a.m., I felt someone tugging and shaking me to wake me up. I woke up expecting my brother or my mother standing over me to tell me something, but instead, I saw no one, but heard an audible voice say to me, “Get Baptized today”. I was excited and felt joy, because the Lord had spoken to me again.
So, I went to Church that morning and after the pastor finished with his sermon, he immediately went into the benediction, blessing everyone to have a great upcoming week. He closed his Bible, everyone began getting up to leave. He walked away from the podium, and I felt sadden, dejected, deflated because I know I heard the Lord tell me to get baptized today. When, suddenly, the pastor walked back to the podium and said, “O’ does anyone want to be baptized?” I jumped up excited and said loudly, “I DO!” Praise God, Hallelujah!
Immediately, after coming up out of the water, everything was new, I had truly experienced being born again and I could feel it in every fiber of my being. I was transformed from the inside. I knew with every fiber of my being, that salvation was true, the Gospel was the truth. I had not grown up in a religious home. I didn’t go to Church growing up and had very little knowledge of God or Jesus. When I went outside, it was like I could see what I once had not seen. The world looked different. I now had come to the truth of God.
Now, the first year of my new birth, I floundered in my Christian walk, after all, I was a new born babe in Christ and I didn’t know God’s Word. I truly didn’t even know there was four Gospels. But what happened along the way was I continued to read my Bible every day, I prayed every day, several times a day, and the Lord began giving me some understanding of His Word. But, by year two, I really wanted to know the Lord more, and I prayed fervently, that He would give me more understanding of His Word. The Lord answered me, this time spoke in my spirit and I heard Him, and He told me to start reading Children’s Bible, and go to children’s church. I humbled myself and said O.K., Lord.
I went and purchased a Children’s Bible and started attending Children’s Church on Sunday. Here I am a young man around 22-23 years old, and when the pastor would dismiss the kids to Children’s church, I went to the Bible class for kids from 6th grade to 12th grade, with a children’s Bible in my hand.