by Rick Pidcock
It was 3:00 in the morning. And rather than getting much needed sleep, I was up devising plans to save the Church. I was going to start by posting newspaper ads around the country that would tell Christians that many of them were going to hell. Then, my goal was to travel around and share this great truth, in hopes that it would grow into large stadium crusades of Christians listening to me and repenting.
In addition to the stadium crusades, I also wrote a bunch of songs begging my high school friends not to lose their salvation. And to supplement the songs, I wrote three books of around 200 page single-spaced Word documents about the wisdom in my songs, not to mention the movie scripts.
And though my thoughts on eternal security soon began to change as God opened my eyes to the righteousness of Christ, my self-dependant spirit continued.
During my first semester at BJU, I kept a record in my day timer of all of the kids who were being saved by my preaching. I then actually told my dad once that the key to saving people is to preach with the style of a new evangelical, but with the substance of a fundamentalist.
I had big plans, desires, and intricately thought out “solutions” to all of the church’s problems. And I felt very good about myself. But there was an emptiness that could only be filled by the grace of God. And over time, God began to transform my theological framework even more.