It's hard for me to understand how people can't or won't simply believe in Him.
Maybe it's because I was saved so young, I can't remember ever doubting His death and resurrection. My mom taught it to me and I 'just believed.' Maybe because it was made so clear to me that I just needed to believe what He did and not rely on what I need 'to do?'
It took several years before I would make a conscious effort to read the bible and want to obey God in the walking sense. So I have had many times of disobedience. But I don't remember ever denying the gospel - maybe thats why the concept is so foreign to me.
Me too. I've always believed since I was a child and can't recall a time when I denied the gospel completely. Moments of doubt, there were many. As well as episodes of living deep in sin. But walking away from God deliberately and rejecting the notion of God completely was never an option for me. My aunt used to drop me at a church in Manila when I was very young. She'd asked someone to look out for me for a couple of hours while she went on some mission somewhere. And that's where I learned Bible stories and things about the Lord. When they, my mom and my aunt, had to send us to the province and we had to grow up under the care of our grandma and other uncles and aunties, those stories stuck with me through the years.