- Parent Category: History
- Category: Personal Stories
- Published on Wednesday, 25 October 2006 14:19
Aric Stickfort - Parkersburg, IA
I was born into a Christian home. My parents and grand parents on both sides were saved and in fellowship in the Stout Assembly, Stout, IA. So I grew up with a great blessing under the sound of the truth of the gospel. At 4 years old, I began attending Sunday school where we were taught the Word of God concerning the accountability our sin, its consequence & the need of Christ as Saviour. I learned the same gospel verses & heard the same gospel preached as so many that are raised in Christian homes. But I was careless of its eternal truths. I remember well, my grandpa Meyer asking me “When are you going to get saved”. I never answered his question in all the years he asked me. Then in March of 1985, he passed away. God used this to loudly speak to me. I knew for sure he was at peace, home in Heaven with his Savior. I never stopped thinking about that.
The Lord used a word to speak to me. It was the word ‘Peace’. Many of the Christians who stopped over during the time after his death reminded me that he was at peace, and if I wanted to see him again, I would need the same Savior he had. In my sin, I knew that I did not have peace with God. I thought about this while in school a lot. Gospel meetings with Roy Weber & Paul Elliott had started in Stout in February of that same year. To be honest, the thought of getting the matter of salvation and the issue of my sin settled never crossed my mind. I knew for sure that had I been the one that had died, and not grandpa, I would have not been home in Heaven as he was, but had been in Hell forever.
I wanted nothing more than to be saved from that point on. We attended gospel meetings and I listened to the gospel being preached. This went on for about 2 weeks. One Friday night, Roy closed the meeting by quoting Romans 5:6 – “For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly”. Meeting ended and we left as usual. The ride back home was quiet and as I was thinking about that same verse, I remember looking out into the dark night sky, and thinking to myself, this is just all so dark to me – I don’t understand it, but I want to be saved. I knew for sure from God’s Word, that I was ungodly and in my sin, without Christ and Hell was before me. That verse came back to me – “Christ died for the ungodly”. For the first time, I had completely agreed with God, that I was a sinner and found the answer of peace in the fact that Christ died for me! I was able to understand that is was for me, the ungodly one, that Christ died for as revealed in His Word and simply rested on nothing else & nothing less. Friday March 22, 1985, I passed from darkness into God’s marvelous light. (1 Peter 2:9). I love the words of the hymn: “Was it for me, He bowed His head, upon the Cross and freely shed, His precious blood - that Crimson tide, was it for me, the Saviour died?” “It was for me, yes all for me, O love of God, so great so free, O wondrous love, I’ll shout and sing, He died for me, my Lord and King”.
Yours in Him,