Bible Baptist Church
422 7th Ave. N.
Wahpeton, ND 58075
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Wahpeton, ND 58075
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Hi!  My name is Rebecca Anne Roets.  I have always known about Christ and the sacrifice he made for me.  My parents were both saved before they were married and I grew up in a church that taught the way of Salvation.  That Christ died, was buried, and resurrected on the third day.  That if I wanted to go to heaven I had to repent of my sin, ask God to forgive me, and trust only Him  to get me to heaven.  However, just being in a Christian home didn't save me.
By the time I was 14 I had heard enough Bible preaching to know that I was lost and going to hell.  But I didn't want to admit that I was "That" bad.  The Holy Spirit was convicting me.  Not long after this I found church was a nuisance.  I continued going for only three reasons. First, I was the pastor's daughter and therefor had to go for looks sake.  Second, My parents wouldn't have let me quit if I tried and Defying them wasn't an option.  And third, It would hurt my Mom if I quit.
Although I was under conviction, I didn't want to admit it.  That would be admitting to everybody that I was a SINNER.  Instead I pretended everything was fine.  I attempted to fill my days with books, crafts, and school; but something was always
missing.  Deep down I was thirsting for the living water Christ speaks about.  Before long I found that videos deadened my conscience and watched them whenever I could.  I slowly but surely built a wall around me shutting out not only conviction but everybody else in my life as well.
By the time Teen Camp 2000 came I had hardened my heart to the point that at home I could shut out the conviction.  At camp it wasn't so easy to ignore God.  This was a camp centered around the Lord and learning more about Him; and where at home I could get away from saved people for a while here I couldn't.  I grew tense unconsciously fighting God. (Up till this point I had deceived myself into believing that the Lord wasn't really speaking to me.)  The first or second night of camp our  counselor, Mrs. Custer, gave a devotion on resisting God.  It was almost as if God slapped me in the face and said, "Wake up." I didn't quit resisting God, the flesh never does, but I started realizing that I was resisting; something that I had always told myself I would never do.
That week I really started thinking, but I still wasn't willing to give in.  I didn't want to give up some of the things in my life.  The main things I didn't want to give up were my books.  I knew that if I got saved I would have to quit reading a lot of what I was reading. I also knew that if I got saved Christ would have the right to decide what I would do with my life.  That meant I would have to be willing to do something besides nursing; and I had set my heart on a nursing career.  I wasn't willing to give up either.
By the time my sister got saved in April of 2001 I was miserable and bitter.  I was mad at God for putting me in a family that was "stuck" on "religion" and tired of living with them.  I also didn't believe that a person changed that much when they got saved.  I hadn't really known anyone but my brother before they got saved and I was still to young to see many differences when my brother got saved.  Then my sister got saved on a Wednesday night, and for the first time in my life I really saw the changes Christ could make in a life.  All the bitterness, anger, and resentment I had seen in her disappeared.  In its place there was a joy that I didn't have.  That night I really wanted that joy and peace.  I wanted to be able to quit pretending I was happy.  I wanted to have my brother look at me as if I had just given him the moon and my parents to look like they had just received a present better than gold.  But my flesh still fought.  I decided to watch and see if Rachel's joy lasted.  I also decided that I couldn't admit to everybody that I had been wrong.  I was willing at that point to go to hell for my PRIDE.
But the Lord wasn't willing to give up on me; and neither was my dad.  The Lord kept working on my heart and my dad kept praying and asking questions.  April 29, Sunday afternoon, my dad felt impressed of the Lord that he needed to "push me in a corner."  He asked me a question that brought all my anger and resentment to the surface.  I don't remember what he asked me at first but I do remember about halfway through our discussion asking him a question; "If I decide to wait, will God keep speaking to me?"  I knew that the Bible teaches that the Lord will quit speaking to a person if they resist for too long and I wanted to know if I was at that point.  Dad couldn't give me and answer, no human on this earth could have.  But the Lord answered for him.  Almost as clear as if the Lord had spoken out loud I remember thinking, "NO."  It scared me into listening and asking more questions.  I had always imagined getting saved when I felt I was ready.  Always tomorrow or next year, never today.
That afternoon I realized that I was a lost sinner going to hell.  I didn't have to kill anyone or rob a bank to go to hell.  I was going to hell simply because I had not accepted Christ.  On that afternoon I decided that my books, my career as a nurse, and, most importantly, my PRIDE weren't worth going to hell for.  I quit looking for a feeling.  I realized that I couldn't feel my way into heaven.  I quit looking for a feeling and just trusted Christ.  I asked him to forgive me of my sin, take control of my life, and come into my heart.  On April 29, 2001 Christ saved me and gave me a home in heaven.
I have never regretted giving my life to Christ.  Since that day I have had a joy and peace that is indescribable and unfathomable.  I no longer have to look to things for a temporary happiness.  I have a joy and peace that goes beyond circumstances.  I still sin; and when I do I have to go to my Heavenly Father (and sometimes other people) and ask forgiveness.  But now I can pillow my head without worrying about whether I'll wake up in the morning.  Now I have a reason to live.  With God's help I will serve Him for the rest of my time on earth.

Thank you for taking the time to read this testimony.  I pray that the Lord will use it to speak to you and maybe change your life.

Rebecca A. Roets
The Testimony of
Rebecca Roets