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The Worship of God in Conversion

Categories: Blog: David Atwell / Worship Leader


“Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are
passed away; behold, all things are become new”

2 Corinthians 5:17.


The worship of God in conversion.  How could anyone who has been transformed from an enemy of God to His adopted child not worship Him who has caused this great transformation?  In Genesis 1:1 we read; “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.  The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep.  And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” Scripture contains many references to man’s condition before salvation.  But when I read the first chapter of Genesis, I see a close parallel between the condition of the earth and my life before being saved.  Before coming to Christ, my life had no real substance and was certainly void of any real meaning.  Darkness, which had once ruled my sinful heart was replaced with the light of Christ.  “For you were formerly darkness, but now you are Light in the Lord; walk as children of Light.”  Ephesians 5:8.

Below you will find the story of Charles Spurgeon’s conversion written in his own words.  Read carefully as he explains how he felt that the “cloud was gone,” and the “darkness had rolled away.”  You will also find a link to a great resource again provided by Free Grace Broadcaster, on the subject of conversion.  Just click on the link below and it will download in PDF form.

God Bless, and may the riches of Christ through salvation mean more to you today, leading you to worship Him more than anytime in your life.

Bro. David

John 16:33


To Download “Conversion” provided by Free Grace Broadcaster, click here.


Charles Spurgeon’s conversion in his own words. The day was January 6, 1850. Spurgeon was not quite 16 years old.

“I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair until now had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm one Sunday morning while I was going to a certain place of worship. When I could go no further, I turned down a side street, and came to a little Primitive Methodist chapel. In that chapel there may have been a dozen or fifteen people. The minister did not come that morning; he was snowed in, I suppose. At last, a very thin-looking man, a shoemaker, or tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason that he had little else to say. The text was “Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth [Isaiah 45:22].”

“He did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not matter. There was, I thought, a glimpse of hope for me in that text. The preacher began thus: “My dear friends, this is a very simple text indeed. It says, ‘Look.’ Now lookin’ don’t take a deal of pain. It ain’t liftin’ your foot or your finger; it is just, ‘Look.’ Well, a man needn’t go to college to learn to look. You may be the biggest fool, and yet you can look. A man needn’t be worth a thousand a year to be able to look. Anyone can look; even a child can look.”

“But then the text says, ‘Look unto Me’. . . . Many of ye are lookin’ to yourselves, but it’s no use lookin’ there. Ye will never find any comfort in yourselves. Some look to God the Father. No, look to him by-and-by. Jesus Christ says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Some of ye say, ‘We must wait for the Spirit’s workin’.’ You have no business with that just now. Look to Christ. The text says, ‘Look unto Me.'”

“Then the good man followed up his text in this way: “Look unto Me; I am sweatin’ and great drops of blood. Look unto Me; I am hangin’ on the cross. Look unto Me; I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend to heaven. Look unto Me; I am sittin’ at the Father’s right hand. O poor sinner, look unto Me! Look unto Me!”

“When he had gone to that length, and managed to spin out ten minutes or so he was at the end of his tether. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I dare say, with so few present, he knew me to be a stranger. Just fixing his eyes on me, as if he knew all my heart he said, “Young man, you look very miserable.” Well, I did, but I had not been accustomed to have remarks made from the pulpit on my personal appearance before. However, it was a good blow and struck right home. He continued, “and you always will be miserable-miserable in life, and miserable in death-if you don’t obey my text; but if you obey now, this moment, you will be saved.”

“Then lifting up his hands, he shouted, as only a primitive Methodist could do: “Young man, look to Jesus Christ. Look! Look! Look! You have nothing to do but to look and live.” I saw at once the way of salvation. I know not what else he said-I did not take much notice of it-I was so possessed with that one thought. Like as when the brazen serpent was lifted up, the people only looked and were healed, so it was with me. I had been waiting to do fifty things, but when I heard that word, “Look!” What a charming word it seemed to me! Oh! I looked until I could have almost looked my eyes away.
There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness had rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun; and I could have risen that instant, and sung with the most enthusiastic of them, of the precious blood of Christ, and the simple faith which looks alone to him. . . . And now I can say-

E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And Shall be till I die.

C. H. Spurgeon