Andrew Musch - Dunkerton, IA

Andrew MuschAndrew Musch - Dunkerton, IA

I was born the first time on May 9, 1978 to parents who just a few years before come to an understanding and appreciation for what the Lord Jesus Christ had done on their behalf. Therefore, I had the privilege to be raised in an environment where God was respected and the wonderful story of His grace and love was spoken of, read about and given thanks for often. Many Sunday mornings I would sit at the fee of my father as he would read the Gospel accounts of the death of the Lord Jesus Christ for the Creation that had sinned against Him. The story would touch my heart but only to the extent, I would think to myself, “Wow, that is really something what Jesus went through on the Cross.” The problem was I stopped short of realizing WHY and for whom Jesus had endured such agony. I never made the story personally apply to me!

As a boy of 9 years old, I began to tell people that I was saved. I did this so the people around me who loved me would quit being so worried about me not being saved.  I also tried to convince my own heart I was saved, forgiven and on my way to Heaven.  But there was no love in my heart for God. Thankfully, the Holy Spirit of God gave me no rest about my false profession of faith. I had to admit to myself I was not on my way to Heaven. Others began to realize I was not born again of God too.

On our way home from Waterloo one summer afternoon, I began to cry silently to myself as I began to realize I was not fit for Heaven and the reality of Hell gripped my soul as a boy of now 11 years old. I thought my silent tears were going unnoticed but they weren’t. Not only did my dear mother notice, but, as only mothers can, she knew why the tears were falling from my eyes. She said, “Andrew, let’s stop over to the Nesbit’s house.” A preacher name Gary Sharp was having children’s meetings in Dewar and Dunkerton at the time. At first I resisted as I didn’t want to have to admit to anyone I was a sinner and on my way to an eternal separation from God; my pride wanted to keep me lost and blinded, but I was getting desperate for God’s salvation so even my stubborn pride dissolved. When we arrived, I wanted Mr. Sharp to just pat me on the head and say, “Dry your tears son, you’re saved, all’s okay.” But, of course, he could not do such a thing nor can any human being give another human being assurance of Heaven; only the precious Word of God can.

As we sat down, Mr. Sharp began to read over a number of verses from the Bible with me because he knew the Bible says, “Faith cometh by hearing and hearing by the Word of God.” Yet, as we looked at Scriptures, my spiritual eyes continued to be blinded to the truths of God. Finally, Mr. Sharp left me with a simple visual illustration of what happened at the Cross. He took his right hand and told me that his right hand was me. Then he laid his heavy, black Bible upon his right hand. He said, “Andrew, this is your burden of sins that you have offended God with.” Next, he stuck out his left hand and triumphantly stated, “This is the Lord Jesus Christ, and this is what God has done with your sin burden.” He removed his Bible (my sin) from his right hand (Me) and placed it on his left hand (the Lord Jesus). He starred at the Bible, and then looked up and asked me a simple question, “Andrew, where did your burden of sin go?” “Is it still on you or is it gone from you and dealt with by another, the Lord Jesus?” I sat there without answering for what could have been minutes. I honestly did not understand what he was trying to emphasis to my young mind. I left the Nesbit’s house with more butterflies and frustration then I had arrived with.

That night my situation continued to become increasingly burdensome and seemingly hopeless. I began to search the Scriptures myself for answers. I began to cry out in my mind and out loud, “God save me please!” But the harder I tried, the more hopeless I became. My eyes dropped to a verse on the page of the Bible before me. In John 8:44, Jesus was here on Earth and speaking to religious people who’s hearts were full of unbelief of the fact that He claimed and proved Himself to be the Son of God. Jesus said to these people with hardened, unbelieving hearts, “Ye are of your father the Devil.” The Bible describes the Devil as the father of unacceptance of God’s ways of love. I cried out to God, “God, I cannot figure out how to be saved. So, I will forever have to be a child of the Devil and banished from your love for eternity. I give up God!”

My mother told me before I went to bed she was glad I was seeking God’s salvation. She said a seeking sinner and a seeking Savior soon meet! I cried myself to sleep knowing I was not saved but on my way to Hell and the Lake of Fire. The next morning, the first thought on my mind was a verse I had memorized in Sunday School, Isaiah 53:5, which reads,

“He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement that was due us was upon Him, and with His stripes we are healed.”

My eyes were finally opened to the truth. That morning, Tuesday, July 19, 1989, I realized, not only was the story of Jesus at the Cross an amazing event, but it was done for me! The Lord Jesus Christ took my sin on His sinless self that I might be forgiven of God eternally. That morning I was saved by God’s loving kindness through a work which His precious Son had completed nearly 2000 years before I was born, before I even committed my first sin. At that moment, I dropped to my knees by my bed. With tears of joy in my eyes now, I thanked God for the first time in my life for loving me so much and punishing His Son in my place that I might be forgiven of a debt I could never pay. I have never stopped thanking Him since.

That was 17 wonderful years ago; not so wonderful according to the world’s perspective as my nuclear family (parents and three older brothers) has experienced the heartbreak of divorce but wonderful in that my Savior has carried and loved me through it all.  God has lead me to a Canadian mountain girl from Alberta who appreciates the sacrifice of the Savior and He is Lord over her life; Roslyn has been my wife for 3 ½ years now.  In those years, the Lord has blessed our marriage with 2 beautiful girls: Kezia Hiltje, age 2, and Selah Roslyn, age 3 weeks.  I’ve finished graduate school earning my Masters in Business Administration and am a salaried employee for a little company you may have heard of—John Deere (actually, I’m a missionary for the Lord Jesus Christ disguised as a John Deere employee)   Most importantly, the last 17 years have brought a deeper knowledge of what an amazing Savior I have.  Like the ole song says, “I just keep falling in love with Him over and over and over and over again!”  My prayer for you is that you come to accept and appreciate the One who died as a sacrifice for your sins.