Tom Plumb

In 1988 the editor of this website, after a lifetime of earnestly seeking fullness, finally gave up, and in so doing accidentally found His promised fullness.

By first, seeking fullness according to the definitions and efforts of the lost religions of this lost world, I faced failure. And then after being saved in 1972, by seeking fullness according to the incomplete ways of today's the church, I faced even more failure. Seeking for Him was turned into "progressive sanctification", but neither worked because both were based on the dead works of my own diligence rather than on His marvellous blood-bought grace.

As is the case with many of the heritage testimonies, I experienced great delay and difficulty because I did not properly understand the way to enter His Rest nor even it's availability to me. I repented and consecrated perpetually without appropriating the reward. I wasted many seasons when it would have been easy to enter because I was never told there was anything definite beyond the Pentecostal Baptism in the Holy Spirit to enter into. I fully understood that I was not complete within although I was saved and anointed, just as I had understood this disturbing fact as a boy. The ultimate good news of full salvation was just never preached to me.

So, this testimony is a sad litany of failure and partial victories that led by a virtual process of elimination to success. This story is not a story to emulate but to learn from. Please, please, do not put forth all the unnecessary self-effort that I did. Get smart. Use this website wisely as a tool to find success sooner: for the longer you remain under the dominion of the first Adam, naturally, the longer you are subject to malign influence that naturally finds even more trouble, including devotional trouble. The longer you succour selfism within, the longer will futility be sown and re-sown along the convoluted path of your life.

I wandered in youthful foolishness, and wandered in the ivied halls of academe; gathering sins all the while. I wandered tropical jungles overseas seeking truth and adventure, and gathered ever-more exotic "truths" and sin until He mercifully intervened and came to my rescue in an overseas prison. I then wandered the jungles of the church world seeking His fullness, and gathered instead, one variety after another of devout failure that was offered in the guise of "the full gospel".(so-called!) I have finally found that the actual full gospel on this earth is ever-receding, like the end of a rainbow: for He is the Ever-Becoming One. His glories are without end: He sells no cheap fool's gold, although His many competitors do. His gold costs your all.  9 pages
 

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