Transformed by a Simple Prayer

At fourteen, I was a disgruntled church-goer. I went to Sunday School because it was one of Mom’s compulsories. As young as age five, I couldn’t wait for stories and songs to end. By the time I was a teenager, my dislike for church was in full throttle. I sat with ears closed, impatient for the benediction.

Two months before my fifteenth birthday, a young couple came to pastor our shabby little church. My cousin, who loved church almost as much as I hated it, asked me to go to a Sunday evening service, something I’d never done. Since we were joined at the hip, I went. The sermon went in one ear and out the other. Afterwards, the pastor invited the congregation to join him in the prayer room. Everyone filed out of the pews and downstairs to a squat little room with wooden benches. I went because not going would’ve drawn attention to me.

On my knees at a bench, the pastor’s wife, a twenty-two year-old newly-wed, came and knelt beside me. She whispered, “Would you like to receive Jesus Christ as your Savior?”

I said, “Yes” because I knew that was the right answer. I repeated after her a simple prayer. The meeting soon ended and I went home. When I opened my eyes the next morning, something stirred in my chest. I felt new inside, as if I was breathing different air than I had the day before. On the way to school, everything around me seemed re-born – sky, grass, sounds. Over the next few days, people I hadn’t much cared for became loveable. I’d stepped into a fresh world.

My attitude toward church changed. I, who had no use for church, became a diligent teacher of a young class. By praying a simple prayer to receive Jesus as my Savior, I experienced a spiritual birth.

One night a rabbi, Nicodemus, came secretly to Jesus to ask what he thought were deep questions. Jesus answered him, “You must be born again.” A simple answer for a scholar who didn’t want his colleagues to see him conversing with Jesus.

Nicodemus remembered Jesus’ words. After the crucifixion, he became a daylight disciple. Along with Joseph of Arimathea, another night follower, he went to Pilate and requested Jesus’ body. They lovingly wrapped it and laid it in a new tomb. Like me, Nicodemus and Joseph were born again.

As I ponder my youthful transformation, I still feel awed by Jesus, still try to see the world through His eyes. Two thousand years after his death and resurrection, Jesus is still birthing people into His kingdom. My re-birth began with a simple prayer that went something like this:

 Lord Jesus, I believe you are the Savior of the whole world and that no one can experience spiritual birth except through you. I give my life to you today and ask that you forgive my sins. .

Rose McCormick Brandon has published many articles, essays and books. She writes two blogs: Listening to my Hair Grow and Promises of Home.

About Rose McCormick Brandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children. One Good Word Makes all the Difference, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at: http://littleimmigrants.wordpress.com
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6 Responses to Transformed by a Simple Prayer

  1. Ercelle says:

    Tears ran all through the reading of this.Even through all these years of my salvation this touches me deep inside. Thank you so much for sharing it. Blessings to you Rose ! ♥️ Ercelle

    • I don’t think we ever tire of hearing how others came to Jesus – each story touches the heart because in the stories we see Jesus at work – sometimes in such quiet ways, almost undetectable in the moment, but when we look back it’s so easy to see how He was involved in guiding us to Himself. It does bring tears. God bless you, Ercelle!

  2. Darlene, we can never get tired of telling the story “of Jesus and His love.” Love you dear friend.

  3. Thank you, Rose. This testimonial account of yours is a favourite of mine, ever since I read it in one form or other quite some years ago! It is so worth the telling and retelling. May God continue to touch and transform lives wherever it goes.

    • Thank you Peter. It is always good to share the simple stories (and some are not so simple) of how we came to know Jesus. Our stories are praise to the Lord and an encouragement to others. I hope you are doing well. In Christ, Rose

  4. Darlene says:

    Thank you Rose for sharing your story.

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