Now glory be to God! By His mighty power at work within us he is able to accomplish infinitely more that we would ever dare ask or imagine. Ephesians 3:20, 21 NLT
My parents were members of the Old Apostolic Lutheran Church--a denomination that is a Finnish Lutheran pietistic group. Its roots are in northern Finland and Swedish Lapland, and its followers believe that they are the only true Christians. There are several splinter groups of this sect in the United States, that go by names like…. the Finnish Apostolic Church, The Apostolic Lutheran Church, The Old Apostolic Lutheran Church and the Laestadian Lutheran Church. These churches are all exclusive in that each believes their own group is the only true Christian church.
The church my family attended was in Brush Prairie, WA.
I grew up in this church, was baptized as an infant, sent to Sunday school, and at the age of fourteen I attended two weeks of confirmation school. In both Sunday school and confirmation school we studied a small book titled catechism and bible history. It contained a condensed version of some old testament and new testament events, the lord’s prayer, the ten commandments, the apostle’s creed, and I suppose a few other things as well. We had a children’s bible at home and my mother used to read to us when we were small. When we got older most of us read it for ourselves--we all loved to read. I don’t know if other homes had this benefit or not. I have encountered people of this faith who were afraid to read the bible
The church was pretty strict, legalistic some would call it. Among its prohibitions were TV, movies, Christmas trees, dancing, musical instruments, make-up, jewelry, pictures on the walls, and radios to name a few. One friend told me as children she and her sisters liked to play a game with the sears catalog, taking turns picking outfits to wear--but first she said they had to decide if they were going to be Christians--if they were they couldn’t pick out jewelry or any thing that looked “vain.” I had kind of the same idea about being a Christian. I wasn’t quite sold on it. There were so many things one could not have or do.
However, when I attended Confirmation school I understood for the first time the gospel message. I had heard bits and pieces over the years of Jesus’ death on the cross--but I did not realize its significance. I thought it was a horrible injustice…but had no clue about atonement. I thought it was what you abstained from that made you a Christian. I don’t know that my teachers intentionally gave the gospel message, but I guess God did.
I repented of my sins and began to walk in the faith.
For my sixteenth birthday I received a bible of my own. I read it some. I did not have a devotional time or a quiet time because I had never heard of those things. I just read my bible whenever the mood struck. No one ever said anything about giving control of my life to God, about making Jesus Lord of my life…or trusting him to provide. I thought I had to take care of myself and was determined to do a good job of it. When things went poorly I blamed myself. When things went well, I thought I was smarter than everyone else. I didn’t know very much about God and pretty much did things my own way. He was true to his word, none-the-less, He didn’t leave me or forsake me.
I continued to be a member of that church until I was in my thirties. Over time, the false teachings were gradually exposed. I found that the “love we had for all the other Christians” was largely limited to outward appearance of it. I found that the Preachers, who were supposed to preach only what was revealed by the Holy Spirit were told what to preach by those with more authority. The advice one received from the preachers, which one was to accept as the word of God did not come from God at all but from the men who led the church. And the counsel they did give was more for the benefit of the church than the individual. The fellowship with other believers, which was touted to be a great encouragement to ones faith was little more than gossip, discussions of how some person was related to old so-and-so, or ones house, one’s remodeling project, or some one else‘s.. Then the rules began to change, things that had been permissible were no longer allowed… Each revelation was a betrayal. It grieved and angered me. My faith was slipping away, like sand through my fingers.
I remember praying one evening--telling God I could not possibly stand it any longer--knowing in my heart that if I wanted to follow Him I had to continue in the church.
At last, this lie too was exposed…after we began attending another church. At the age of 37 I enrolled in my first Bible study…Beth Moore’s study on the old testament tabernacle. It changed my life profoundly.
Apostle Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 3:11-12 “…no one can lay a foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. If any one builds on this foundation using gold, silver, precious stones, wood hay or straw, his work will be shown for what it is because the Day will bring it to light.”
The teachings of my old church were mostly traditions and teachings of men and they are like the wood, hay and straw which decay over time and scatter in the wind and are easily consumed by fire. God allowed me to see them for what they were, then led me to His word, the bible, which is like gold, silver, and precious stones for these are things that endure. His word is true for every person, every culture, for all times, for all places and in all circumstances. It is as true for you as it is for me.
I can sum up my experience simply by re-stating psalm 40:1-3.
I waited patiently for the Lord
He turned to me and heard my cry,
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire,
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God
Many will see and fear
And put their trust in the Lord.
Thank you for taking time to read this.
