It all began in 1964 in Chile, while Joseph Tremblay was a missionary in the Congregation of the Oblate Fathers of Mary Immaculate, and ended in Canada in 1966. What happened between these two dates? The salvation of his soul!
God had been seeking him for a long time. For his part, he really wanted to give himself to Him. He honestly thought he had already done so — wasn’t he a practicing member of the religion into which he had been born? But one day God opened his eyes, giving him to understand his sin and His way of salvation. Here is how it happened.
I was born in Quebec, Canada, in 1924. From my childhood, my parents inculcated in me a great respect for God. I desired intensely to serve Him to the best of my ability and to consecrate myself totally to Him in order to please Him. It was this desire to please Him that motivated my decision to take the Holy Orders of the Roman Catholic Church.
After several years of study, I was ordained a priest in Rome, Italy. One year later, I was sent as a missionary to Bolivia and Chile where I served for more than thirteen years. I liked the life very much and tried to discharge my responsibilities as well as I could. I enjoyed the friendship of all of my co-workers. Even if they looked with a certain amusement upon my pronounced taste for the study of the Bible, their invitations to share with them the results of my studies evidenced their approval. When they called me “Joe the Bible” I knew that, in spite of the sarcasm in the expression, they envied me. My parishioners also appreciated the ministry of the Word of God, so much so that they organized a club for home Bible studies. I was compelled to give myself to earnest study of the Bible, as much to prepare myself for the improvised home meetings as to prepare my Sunday sermons.
New Insight into God’s Word
The study of the Bible, which, until that time, had been just a hobby, quickly became a professional obligation. I became aware of the clarity with which certain truths were taught, and, on the other hand, I discovered that nothing at all was written about many dogmas that I had studied. My Bible study revealed that I did not know the Bible. I suggested to my superiors that I might like to go for further studies in the Bible when my turn for vacation arrived. In the meantime, the Jesuits at Antofagasta invited me to teach the Bible at the Normal School of the University which they directed. Notwithstanding my lack of preparation, I accepted the invitation, knowing that this new responsibility would necessitate even more serious study of the Word of God.
Dethroned Theology
How many hours were consecrated to the preparation of my classes and my sermons! To maintain morale during my studies, I had the habit of listening to music. I had been given a little transistor radio on which I could listen to background music without the bother of changing records. It was thus that one day I became aware that they were religious songs and hymns that were coming through to me on the little radio. I heard the word “Jesus” from time to time while I was reading. But the hymns didn’t last long. They were followed by a short Bible reading. The last verse that was read caught my attention: “For He hath made Him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him” (2 Cor. 5:21). It was on this verse that the sermon which followed was based. At first I was tempted to change the station because it was too distracting to listen to someone speaking while trying to study. In addition, I thought to myself: “What could this minister add to me, after all? Me, with all my degrees! I could teach him a thing or two!” After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to listen to what he had to say. I learned some of the most wonderful things concerning the Person of Jesus Christ. I was filled with shame, knowing without a doubt that I couldn’t have done as well as the one who had preached. It had seemed to me that it was Jesus Himself who had been speaking to me. And how little I knew Him, this Jesus, who nevertheless was the subject of my thoughts, of my studies; I felt that He was far from me. It was the first time that such a feeling concerning Jesus Christ had ever presented itself to me. It was as if all of my being was but emptiness, around which I had erected a structure of principles and theological dogmas, very beautiful, well-constructed, but which hadn’t touched my soul, which hadn’t changed my being. And in spite of the fact that I continued to study and to gorge myself with reading, praying and meditating, this emptiness became even greater with each day that passed.
I went on listening to this same radio station, tuning in to every program that I could. I learned that the station was HCJB in Quito. I learned also that it was consecrated to the preaching of the Gospel to the whole world.
The Free Gift of Salvation
What struck me the most in all that I heard was the insistence that all the credit for the salvation of man was given, not to the one who was saved, but to the Lord Jesus Christ, the only Saviour; that man could boast of nothing, that his works were but filthy rags, that eternal life could be received within the heart only as a free gift to whoever repents of his sins and receives Jesus Christ into his heart and life as personal Saviour.
All of this was new to me. It was contrary to the theology I had been taught: that heaven and eternal life are gained by means of one’s merit, faithfulness, charity, and sacrifices. And this is what I had been working at for so many years! But what was the result of my efforts? As I considered this question, I said to myself: “I’m not any further ahead. If I commit a mortal sin, I’ll go to hell if I die in that state. My theology has taught me that salvation is by works and sacrifices. I discovered in the Bible a free salvation. My theology gives me no assurance of salvation; the Bible offers me that assurance. I’m confused. Perhaps I should stop listening to those evangelical programs!” This battle in me was taking on alarming proportions. I suffered in my body and in my heart: headaches, insomnia, fear of hell. I had no desire to celebrate mass nor to listen to confessions.
But God continued to speak to me in the solitude of my anguished heart. So many questions surged up in my spirit. The Word of God came to my rescue, spreading a refreshing balm upon my fevered emotions. “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16). “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus” (Rom. 3:23-24). “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord” (Rom. 6:23). Many other texts came to mind, texts that I now knew because I had heard them often on the radio.
A Sermon That Breaks My Heart
The light dawned in my heart when I least expected it. It was my turn to preach in my parish. For that Sunday I had chosen as my theme: “Religious Hypocrisy,” and availed myself of the Bible text: “Not every one that saith unto Me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of My Father which is in heaven. Many will say to Me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Thy name? and in Thy name have cast out devils? and in Thy name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you; depart from Me, ye that work iniquity” (Matt. 7:21-23).
I knew my parishioners. I wanted to draw their attention to the vainglory manifested by certain persons with respect to their good works, forgetting that very often these good works camouflaged a corrupt heart. As I delivered my message, I was conscious that the Word of God was coming back to me. It was thus that, while I was giving my message, someone else was speaking in my heart and preaching a sermon to me. I thought that, because I was religious and a priest, I was better than all those who were listening to me. And yet, to me also, this word would resound one day in my ears: “I never knew you: depart from Me.” I heard my own arguments against this condemnation: “How is it possible, my God, that You will not know me? Am I not Your priest? Am I not religious? Look at all the sacrifices I have made for You: the years of study, the separation from my parents and my country, my vows of poverty, obedience and chastity, consecrating to You all my riches, my will, my body even, in order to better serve You. And You will say to me that You never knew me? I’ve baptized children by the hundreds, I’ve listened to all sorts of confessions, I’ve comforted so many tearful, discouraged souls, I’ve suffered cold, loneliness, contempt, ingratitude, threats. I’m ready even to give my life for You.” But in spite of all the arguments that I presented to God, the same condemnation continued: “I never knew you.”
I was at the end of arguments, at the end of my strength. The parishioners also sensed the approaching storm. And the storm broke. The tears prevented me from continuing my sermon. When confronted with this terrible frustration of my whole life purpose, facing my sins and the condemnation of God, it was too much for me to bear. I took refuge in my office. And there, on my knees, I waited until calm returned. Where could I turn now? Perhaps my theology would save me, if I returned to it and faithfully followed all its dogmas. But that theology had already begun to experience disorder, change, destruction. My thoughts turned to my friends. But they were in the same situation as I. Trust in myself? I could no longer count on my good works. I was in a state of complete exhaustion, depressed and discouraged. This was the moment God was waiting for, to offer me His grace.
Jesus Stands at the Door
During all my reflections, God applied His Word to my soul’s searching: “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast” (Eph. 2:8-9). It was here that I understood my error and the reason for God’s rejection. I had been trying to save myself by my works; God wanted to save me by grace. Someone else had already taken care of my sins and of the judgment attached to them. This someone was Jesus Christ. It was for this that He died on the cross. I remembered the words of Jesus: “Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest” (Matt. 11:28). I understood that I must go to Jesus if I wanted to have the assurance of salvation and peace of soul. I had the intention of asking Him: “But where are You, Jesus, so that I might cling to You?” But even before this cry of impatience arose in my heart, I remembered another word that I had heard: “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with Me” (Rev. 3:20).
Now I knew where Jesus was. He was closer than I had thought. And I hurried to invite Him to enter into my heart, without taking the time to ask permission of any man. “Come in, Lord Jesus; come into my heart. Be its Master, O Beloved Saviour!” At that moment I knew that I was freed from the punishment that had menaced me for so long. I was saved, pardoned. I had eternal life. God had begun His work in me.
What happened after that? At first I continued my priestly service as best I could. But little by little I began to feel like a stranger in that position. I realized that the grace that had saved me was going to enter into conflict with the “works” of the position in which I was trying to live. I was happy because I had the assurance of my salvation. But I was stifled in a setting in which I was pushed to do good works in order to merit salvation. Salvation, I had; therefore, all of these works began to be put aside, one after the other. All that interested me was Jesus Christ, who He was and what He had done. I abandoned the subjects prepared in advance by the liturgical organization of the diocese, in order to devote all of my efforts to the Person and work of my beloved Saviour, presenting Him as such to my bewildered parishioners, confused but often edified. I asked to be released from my functions as a parish priest since I could no longer preach that which contradicted the Word of God. My superiors accepted my resignation, though they couldn’t understand why I wanted to leave. They had, in fact, treated me very well. As far as they were concerned, I lacked nothing. This was true, as far as food, clothing, housing, etc., were concerned. But now I had the assurance of my salvation. Christ was now my Master. He would therefore take it upon Himself to continue the work begun, since He never half-does His work.
I returned to Quebec in 1965 for an extended period of rest. Shortly after, I was visited by evangelical Christians. How did they know of my interest in the Word of God? They were frank with me: my name had been given to them by the personnel of HCJB. However, even if I found their conversation very edifying, I didn’t give myself wholly to them. I didn’t want to fall into another theological system, having been suppressed for years by the system into which I had been born and in which I had lived for forty years. Nevertheless I prayed to the Lord to find me brothers and sisters to whom I could join myself, so that I wouldn’t feel so alone. I knew the experience of the first Christians, according to the report given in Acts 2:42. Was it possible that Christians still met together in our day in order to remember the Lord, while awaiting His return? God, who had provided for the salvation of my soul would provide again.
My superiors in Montreal invited me to replace a Professor of Theology in a college in Rouyn. I accepted, since it would be only for a few months. The subject I was given to teach was: “The Church.” I was given access to all of the books that would be necessary for the preparation of my classes, but I prepared using only the Bible. I explained to the students what the Church is, according to the Bible. I admit that I myself had difficulty in understanding what I was teaching. It was such a contrast with the hierarchical church in which I was still found. One day I learned from the newspaper that a television program was to be presented having as its subject: “The Church.” I recorded the program in order to use it in my classes, and discovered that the subject was treated from what the Bible taught. I was so impressed by the similarity between the presentation by this unknown person (whom I later learned was an evangelical Christian) and my own, that I sent a note of thanks to the preacher, Mr. Gaston Jolin, inviting him to come to see me, if this were possible. He came, and I recognized in him someone who knew the Lord. After several visits, he invited me to his home to spend Sunday with his family. On the occasion of that visit, I attended a Remembrance of the Lord service for the first time. I recognized in this service that which was described in 1 Corinthians 11 and realized that God had answered my prayer, having shown me that Christians in our day do indeed meet together as a local church to remember the Lord while awaiting His return (1 Cor. 11:26).
Shortly after, I wrote to my superiors in Montreal, announcing to them that I had found my family and requesting that they obtain for me a dispensation from all the vows I had made to the Roman Catholic Church since I no longer considered myself a member. My life now belonged to the Lord and its direction was henceforth under His control.
It was thus that the Lord liberated me, not only from my sins, not only from His condemnation, but also from every system of man which burdens and suppresses.
Since I have been born again by the grace of God, my wife and I spend much of our time telling others about Christ, the One and only Saviour and Lord who can save perfectly “all those who come to God by Him” (Heb. 7:25). God has also allowed me to use the same means of communication that brought me to Him, that is, radio and television.
The booklet from which this article was excerpted is available in English, French and Spanish.