by David Ettinger
Note: This is an update of the blog of the same name posted April 13, 2016.
A Reason to Reflect
I gave my life to Christ in October of 1986. I was 28 years old at the time and have rejoiced in my Savior ever since. It was the realization that I have surpassed the 30-year anniversary of my new birth in Christ that led me to a time of reflection. I would like to briefly share with you how I came to accept Christ, with the hope that my story may prove encouraging to those of you who know people struggling with issues of God, faith, authentic Christianity, and the search for truth.
A Jewish Upbringing
I was born in late 1957 to a Jewish family living in the New York City borough of Brooklyn. When I was age 2, my family moved to a beachside town called Far Rockaway, which is in the borough of Queens.
Though my parents were not orthodox Jews, my uncles and aunts were, and they encouraged my parents to send the four of us (my older brother and two younger sisters) to Hebrew School, known as Yeshiva. My Hebrew School days were long, beginning at 8 a.m. and ending at 5 p.m. The first four hours consisted of the Hebrew portion: Torah (Pentatuch), the Prophets, Mishnah (Hebrew oral tradition), Gemara (rabbinic commentary on the Mishnah), and Hebrew language instruction. This was followed by the noon to 1 p.m. lunch hour, and then the “English” part of the day (literature, math, science, etc.). It was a grueling schedule and I hated it.
My parents were typical of non-practicing Jews in that while they weren’t orthodox, they had my brother and I (at least when we were young) attend synagogue services on the High Holy Days (Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year; and Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement), and kept the appearance of a Kosher (ceremonially clean) house regarding dishes, silverware, and food. As a rebellious youth, I saw these things as nonsensical and willfully defiled such traditions at every turn. But it was more than rebellion; I just couldn’t see why God would insist that we Jews eat dairy products with one set of dishes and silverware, and meat with another. (In actuality, this traditional Kosher law is a misinterpretation of Exodus 23:19.) To me, these seemingly senseless regulations were every bit as tedious and burdensome as Hebrew School.
Wondering About Jesus
Regarding Jesus Christ, the “God of the Christians,” He was persona non grata in our house in that He was never discussed, mentioned, or even thought of, unless, of course, His name was used as an expletive.
For me, however, this began to change in the summer of 1971, when I was 13. That year, the album Jesus Christ Superstar was released. My parents purchased the album and played it just about every day. Though the plot of this rock opera is miserably revisionist and blasphemous, I loved the music at that time. By the end of the summer, I had listened to the album numerous times, allowing the story line to sink into my brain as if by osmosis. I became fascinated with the plot, which, outrageously, made Judas Iscariot the hero and portrayed Jesus as a well-meaning but misguided dreamer. Despite the theological flaws of this musical piece, God used it as my introduction to Jesus Christ.
Over the next six years, my interest in the story of Christ grew. If a movie came out with possible messianic overtones (such as Tommy in 1975), I would give heed to the story. Sometimes I would ask my Gentile friends if they had read “their” Bible (the New Testament), had knowledge of the story of Jesus, and if so to tell me what they knew. In the tenth grade, I once asked a very open-minded Rabbi about Jesus and he replied, “He was a good man, but is certainly not our Messiah.” During my high school years, he was the only instructor I had who would dare entertain such a question.
The Turning Point
Upon graduating high school in 1975, I had seen enough. Judaism made no sense to me, nor, for that matter, did God. Though at first I wavered on my position regarding the existence of God, I was pushed over the edge once I began attending Brooklyn College. There, I was surrounded by likeminded religious-spurning, God-denying students. I felt an immediate bond with such “free-thinkers” and embraced both their friendship and worldview. I would spend the next four years (ages 17 to 21) in “blissful atheism.”
However, there was an ironic glitch that took place in the spring of 1978 that would tweak my attitude toward spirituality. While my family was attending Passover Seders with relatives on two consecutive nights, I stayed home and watched the miniseries Jesus of Nazareth, which has since become a classic. The six-hour production presented a far different portrayal of Jesus than did Jesus Christ Superstar, and I found myself engrossed in the riveting, intelligent, and poignant story. I can’t say that the movie nudged me closer to God or the Christian faith, but at least it succeeded in taking the venom out of my stinging attitude to all things biblical.
My Desert (Literally) Experience
By age 21, I decided to leave the chaotic intensity of New York City in search of a quieter life. For a number of years, I had been drawn to the open spaces and “cleanness” of the southwestern United States and, in January of 1979, enrolled at New Mexico State University in the city of Las Cruces, about 30 minutes from El Paso, Texas, and 40 minutes from the Mexican border.
I suppose a New York Jew living in Las Cruces (which means “the crosses” in Spanish) is the perfect “fish out of water” scenario, but upon arriving at my new address, I felt right at home. I was at once awed by the majestic mountain ranges and vast, arid-but-fascinating desert landscape of the great Southwest. Add to this the gracious friendliness of the people, and I knew that New Mexico was where I belonged.
From the outset I was subject to Christian influences. My dorm roommate and some of his friends had recently given their lives to Christ and began sharing their faith with me. Then, three weeks after arriving, I met Barb, my future wife. Barb was raised in a Christian home, and was the first to speak to me at length about Christianity. When she invited me to go to church with her, I didn’t mind; being an atheist, I considered it to be nonsense, so what harm would it do? Besides, Barb was blonde, pretty, and I fancied her quite a bit, if accompanying her to church would gain favor with her, why not?
However, as our relationship grew, Barb asked me to put more thought into issues of faith. So, on a Friday night in October of 1979, while Barb was away for the weekend, I turned to the first book of the New Testament, Matthew, and read all 28 chapters in one sitting.
As I consumed the text, something began to happen: I was growing more and more convinced. I kept saying to myself things such as, “This makes sense.” “I can’t see any reason why this would not be true.” “This sounds authentic.” By the time I finished Matthew three hours later, I was won over. My atheism had vanished. I now believed that the God of the Bible was indeed the God who created the universe. And because the text was saturated in undeniable logic and authenticity, I became certain that Jesus Christ was indeed not only Israel’s long-awaited Messiah, but the world’s Messiah and Savior. I had no doubts.
But I wasn’t saved.
Seven Brutal Years
I once heard a Bible teacher say, “It is a very, very long way from the brain to the heart.” This means that there are many people who logically accept the claims of the Bible regarding God and Jesus, but have not yielded their hearts to Christ and confessed Him as Lord of their lives. This is where I was, though I didn’t understand it. The church I attended with Barb was not vocal in explaining this vital truth – or perhaps it was, but I wasn’t listening. Therefore, I truly believed I was a Christian – and told my parents this, much to their distress – but I was not “saved.”
Barb and I wed in December of 1980. Sadly, I was not ready for marriage, was too immature, and didn’t know what it took to be a devoted husband. The marriage was a bad one. Barb and I argued often, and though we at first attended church consistently, our growing tensions caused us to stop. Furthermore, my job as a sportswriter – with its late nights covering football and basketball games – didn’t help matters as when I got home Barb was already asleep, meaning we would go entire days without speaking to each other.
In November 1983, our only child together, Aaron, was born. I loved Aaron with all of my heart and was determined to be the best father I could be. And I was! The problem however, was that between working full-time, going to graduate school, and teaching three college classes in order to pay for graduate school, I had no time to devote to the marriage. Aaron was number one in my life and Barb was, well, I’m not sure where she ranked on the list, if she was even on it at all.
Finally, in April of 1986, Barb expressed to me how miserable our loveless marriage had made her, and told me she wanted a divorce. She also expressed how wonderful of a father she thought I was and that she would not do anything to hinder my relationship with Aaron. There was nothing I could say. I knew how terribly unhappy Barb was and I could offer no counterpoint. We divorced quietly and civilly two months later.
Five months later, my mother lost her battle with breast cancer at age 53. One year later, my father would succumb to heart disease at age 58.
The seven years following the night I read through the Book of Matthew and became convinced of the reality of God and Jesus should have been years of great maturity and spiritual growth. Instead, they were – by my own doing – emotionally draining, life-sapping, and mercilessly brutal. At age 28, I felt old and useless, viewing the end of my marriage as the biggest and cruelest failure of my life.
Saved
Jeremiah 29:13 says, “You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” And this is what I did. I was at the lowest point of my life emotionally and was finally open to hearing God’s voice. He had been calling me for almost seven years, but I wasn’t listening.
During our marriage, Barb and I lived across the street from a strong Christian couple named Jim and Denise. They often invited us to their church, but I was not interested. Now, however, I was. The first time I attended Bethel Bible Fellowship in Las Cruces, I knew something was different. These people knew their Bibles and allowed the Word of God to shape their lives. The teaching was soldily biblical and the truths coming from the pulpit were deeply significant.
As the pastor preached each week, I felt his words penetrating my very being. God’s holy words came flooding into me and brought conviction, encouragement, and life-transformation. I felt myself becoming a different person as God’s Word molded me into the man He wanted me to be.
In the meantime, Barb and I resided only three miles apart, and she lived up to her promise about not hindering my relationship with Aaron. As the power of Christ was changing me, I felt His peace wash over me and remove my feelings of failure and discouragement. I sought peace with Barb, and the two of us worked together as parents.
At last, in October of 1986, I realized that I was saved. I know this sounds odd. What I mean is that there wasn’t a specific moment previously where I “asked Christ into my life.” I had been attending every Bible study I could get to, never missed church, and was reading my Bible at a furious clip. I knew that these could not save me. But as I was pacing my apartment one Sunday in October, I began to think about the Bible, the things of God, and, of course, the Lord Jesus. It was then that I realized I was living by faith – in fact, I realized, I had been doing so for quite a while. Though I hadn’t yet verbalized it, I believed with every fiber of my being that Jesus Christ was indeed the Son of God and Savior of the world. I thoroughly believed in my heart that I was a sinner who needed salvation and that only true faith in Jesus Christ could remove the shackles of my sin and bring me into the light of His redemption.
So, on that October day, sensing God’s presence, I knelt and spoke the words aloud. Looking back, I find my behavior somewhat humorous. I didn’t want to claim that this was the moment of my salvation, but simply the moment of confessing it (Romans 10:9-10). I said, “Lord, I acknowledge that Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior, though I am already saved through faith. I just want to speak it verbally because Scripture says to do so. Therefore, I now confess out loud that Jesus Christ is indeed my Lord and Savior. Thank you for your salvation, Lord.”
My Jewish Roots
I once believed that God had erred by “making” me Jewish. I had no use for my Jewish upbringing – especially in Jewish-devoid southern New Mexico – and had no idea why my parents subjected me to all those years of Hebrew School.
However, as I grew in my Christian faith, I realized just how much of a blessing my Jewish upbringing was. I came to understand how extensively God loves the Jewish people and His plan for them, a plan to redeem and restore them at the return of the Messiah, Jesus Christ. I came to understand, as well, that I had not forsaken Judaism, but had fulfilled it. Though a believer in Jesus Christ, I am still Jewish. Being Jewish is my born ethnicity. When a Jewish person accepts Christ as Savior, they do not lose their ethnicity. Some refer to Jews who accept Christ as “Messianic Jews,” but I prefer the phrase “Completed Jews.” Jesus came to His own people, His fellow Jews, offering them salvation through His shed blood on the cross at Calvary. He has never rescinded the offer as He continues to hold out His loving arms to His brothers and sisters in the flesh.
Aftermath
Now, more than 31 years following my divorce and subsequent acceptance of Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, I can look back at the amazing blessings the Lord has bestowed on me. I never remarried, Barb did – two years later – to a good man, Jim. Though Aaron was only 2½ years old at the time of our divorce, Barb and I worked together in raising him, doing so with cooperation, respect for one another, and most importantly, peacefully.
When Barb became pregnant with the first of two children she and Jim would have, I told God, “Lord, I love Aaron more than anyone in the world, and whatever children Barb has from here out will be his brothers and sisters. I will embrace them as my own.” This is exactly what I did, and I now love Chris (age 25) and Emily (age 22) as if they were my own children.
As of this updating (December 2017), I live in Orlando, Florida, as does Aaron, who is now 34 and married to his wonderful wife Kati. In December of 2016, Barb and I experienced the joy of becoming first-time grandparents. Zac is truly a bundle of joy!
God’s graciousness to me has been beyond all comprehension, and I praise Him for the amazing journey He has taken me on.
Sandy Epperson
April 12, 2017
Your writings are done with such balance and interest that once I begin things you have written, I am drawn to keep going to the end. Is there a novel coming?? I’m so glad you find joy in your loved ones around you. Inspiring.
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dettinger47
April 12, 2017
Thank you for the kind words, Sandy.
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ken riddles
April 13, 2017
Thanks for sharing – great to hear your testimony.
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Unshakable Hope
April 16, 2017
A very powerful post. Thank you so much for sharing your testimony. Happy Easter!
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dettinger47
April 16, 2017
Thank you for the kind words.
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heavensreef
April 19, 2017
Your journey is so wonderful. Just know that GOD was there ALL ALONG with HIS grace just waiting for you to turn and abide with HIM. When we desire with all our hearts to draw near to GOD, HE in turn draws near to us. Thank you for sharing your testimony. And thank you for all your writings here on this blog!
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dettinger47
April 19, 2017
Thank you for the kind words, and thank you for all of your posts, as well.
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Donald Biondo
May 28, 2017
Hello. Very well said, and a gift. Sometimes I think of my life and past scars, but you have expressed yours in a most encouraging way. Thank you for the open door of hope.
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dettinger47
May 28, 2017
Thank you for the kind words, Donald. I appreciate it very much.
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Freedomborn ... Aussie Christian Focus
June 1, 2017
I was very moved by your Testimony David as it was very evident that God was leading you to know Him not just intellectually but in your heart too, I’m Thankful we are one in Christ Jesus and are joined together in His Love.
Galatians 3:28-29 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither Male nor Female for ye are all One in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ’s then are ye Abraham’s seed and heirs according to the Promise.
Perhaps you would like to read David about the beginning of my Friendship with Jesus which was the most wonderful thing that happened to me in my troubled Childhood but as I shared before I was deceived as a Teenager that He didn’t exist and told I evolved from an Ape but He never let go of me which was something I didn’t realize until much later, I will leave the link in case you would like to read about some of my Journey to our Freedom in Christ Jesus.
Childhood – http://freedomborn.wordpress.com/2011/09/27/the-early-years-a-little-lost-girl/
Christian Love Always – Anne.
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dettinger47
June 1, 2017
Hi Anne, thank you for kind words. And yes, by all means, I will certainly ready your testimony.
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dimple
June 5, 2017
I was not born into a Jewish family, but one which was outwardly Christian and which treated Christ in much the same way as you describe. As I read, I recognized many of my own steps to faith. Thank you for sharing! I look forward to reading more…
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dettinger47
June 5, 2017
Thank you, Dimple. I appreciate your king comments.
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francesrogers
July 2, 2017
David, finally I have time to read your testimony, to which I had looked forward. As I read, I could see the Lord’s hand leading you in every step, where He had planned for you to be. Your Jewish background is a special gift and addition to your work in the kingdom. God’s work in your life is no different than mine or others. We can read, we can say we believe, but the Holy Spirit has to do the miraculous wonder of grace to make us truly HIs.
I smiled when you said that you were born in 1957. That was the year I graduated from high school. At the time I was a member of the church, but not until 1992 did the Lord bring me to know the power of HIs Spirit and true faith. It has been a glorious walk through the wilderness, the storms and the promises for eternity. I am blessed to read your heart’s work for the kingdom of our Lord Jesus Christ. Years ago I had a subscription to Zion’s Fire. That and other subscriptions had to be let go for the sake of all else that I was called to do. I pray and look forward to the Lord’s grace and wisdom for you as you continue to serve Him. His life and love within just grows sweeter every day. 🙂 I can’t imagine what life would be like without knowing His presence and power. Much love from a sister-in-Christ.
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dettinger47
July 3, 2017
Thank you for the kind words, Frances. It would be nice to read your testimony; have you written one?
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francesrogers
July 3, 2017
The condensed version is in one of our books, TWO FULL PLATES ~ Learning to be a Caregiver, but I have not written the special account of the particular day that He brought me to know Him as HIs and my own. When He leads me to, I will write that, too. Have a blessed week in HIs service.
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toherself
July 13, 2017
A compelling read. Only thing I’m left wondering is the reaction from your family when you became an atheist and subsequently married outside the faith.
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dettinger47
July 13, 2017
Hi toherself. Great question. Modern Judaism is strange. My parents had no issue whatsoever with the fact that I was an atheist. Better an atheist than a Christian! Regarding my marriage to a Gentile, that got under their skin, especially since I was the first one in all my extended family to do. Ultimately, though, they liked Barb very much and had no issue with her. Their thinking was, “Well, at least Barb was smart enough to marry into our religion; David, on the other hand, should have known better.” My parents actually flew from New York to New Mexico for our church wedding! Unfortunately, as the story tells, they both died fairly young and sadly I never got the opportunity to share Christ with them. Thanks so much for asking!
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Bruce
August 30, 2017
Hi David, beautiful testimony. You’re the first “Completed Jew” that I have conversed with. I actually spent two weeks in Jerusalem many years ago. Anyone who says that the Jews aren’t still God’s chosen people and that His love isn’t still extended to them has never really read their Bible. I look forward to reading more of your posts, I hope we can become good friends. I am sure that I can learn from you. Blessings!
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dettinger47
August 30, 2017
Thank you for the very kind words, Bruce. I look forward to hearing more from you and to reading articles from “Reasoned Cases for Christ.”
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Guestspeaker
November 5, 2017
Shalom,
Thank you very much for sharing your story. Lovely to hear you came to believe Jesus Christ being “indeed the Son of God and Savior of the world”, but it is not clear of the church you joined is a Bethel where they worship the True God of Israel or that you joined a trinitarian church and that you came to take Jesus as a god (like lots of Christians do) instead of accepting him as the sent one from God. We do hope you came to accept him as your saviour and Way to God and do not consider him to be God.
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dettinger47
November 5, 2017
So sorry to hear about your misguided doctrine. Hoping God will open your eyes to His truth that Jesus Christ is indeed God (John 1:1-3; 10:30; Philippians 2:9-11; Romans 10:9; Colossians 1:16).
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VictorsCorner
November 7, 2017
This is an interesting story David. I never knew you were an atheist at a point in your life. I’m glad you later came to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal Saviour. It is really a great joy.
Both your son Aaron and grand son Zac are looking great as well. Regards to them.
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dettinger47
November 7, 2017
Thank you for the very kind words, Victor. I greatly appreciate them!
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chrismoyler
November 29, 2017
I so appreciate your searing honesty dear David.
Such a privilege to share your journey!
My wife and I, both committed Christians sought to have a model family. We failed miserably, but discovered “God in the mess with us!” In all the subsequent years, that discovery has held good!
Truly God hates religion with a passion, but when we finally learn to be real with Him, trulyvamazing things can and do happen!!
God bless you. I’m so very glad that you put pen to paper on this. It truly adds colour to all that you write, to know some of your journey.
Chris
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dettinger47
November 29, 2017
Thank you for the very encouraging words, Chris, they are greatly appreciated. I would like to read your testimony one of these days if you ever felt inclined to write it.
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John Eli
October 22, 2018
Wow. I loved reading your testimony. Thanks for sharing it. Blessings bro.
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dettinger47
October 22, 2018
Thank you so much, John. I appreciate it very much!
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Robert Chamberlain
November 17, 2018
Thanks David for sharing your testimony, praise God for His grace in your life 🙂
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dettinger47
November 17, 2018
Thank you so much for your kind words, Robert! His richest blessings upon you.
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fromianscorner
March 14, 2019
Wow! Wow! Wow! Can’t believe how similar we are, David. Born in 1957? Tick. Early influences Jesus Christ Superstar, Jesus of Nazareth? Tick! Marrying while still immature? Tick. Divorcing after short marriage. Tick. This is a really powerful testimony. How Father woos each one of us. Like you, there wasn’t one day I gave my life over to the LORD… just a gradual dawning. Blessings bro.
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dettinger47
March 14, 2019
Thanks so much, Ian. So interesting to hear about the similarities in our testimonies!
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Renee/Heart Tokens
April 15, 2019
This is an amazing testimony!
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dettinger47
April 16, 2019
Thank you, Renee!
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Terri Nida
June 28, 2019
What a riveting testimony. Thank you for sharing your story with us. I am inspired and encouraged.
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dettinger47
June 28, 2019
Thank you so much, Terri!
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