Thursday, April 2, 2009

[gospel]

Why did you become a Christian?

6 comments:

  1. Honestly I was so young when I became a Christian and I have often wondered in my life if I was too young to make that decision. I was 9 years old. Looking back, I do believe I understood and believed and accepted Jesus into my life, but I don't think that I was wise enough to make that life long decision. I lived church, and I knew that getting baptized was just the next step, but I lived it because that was all I ever knew. Once I was old enough to make my own choices, I decided that church and God wasn't for me for a while. It wasn't until I became a mother that I realized that I wanted the same thing for my children, that my parents wanted for me. I wanted my kids to know about Jesus. I still to this day, want my children to know Jesus. I think there came a time in my life, when I just knew that I needed to live a good life so I made the choice to try to live more like Jesus each day. I mess up at this all the time, but I am still striving each day to become the person that God wants me to be. Maybe someday, I will figure it all out...LVanDyke

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  2. Nope... not a test. Just a good place for us to be able to record a bit of our testimonies to encourage one another, and to learn more about each other.

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  3. I became a Christian at age 11 at South Side church of christ, without my parents having a clue got up from the seat and said, that devils not gonna get me. so i guess as a fear of going to Hell, But now that age has crept up on me I think its because I want jesus to shine through me.

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  4. I was at a revival and my cousins were getting baptised and I decided I wanted to get baptised also. I was 11 and I wonder sometimes if maybe I was too young at the time to be a christian. I talked with Sid Clay who was the preacher at Mt. Olive Church of Christ. He asked me if I understood what my decision was about and discussed what accepting Christ meant. Sid did a wonderful job explaining what it meant to be a christian. I remember that night riding home from church after being baptised my aunt, I believe, said something like, you have a brand new life in Christ. I thought about it and I really did feel like an enormous weight was lifted. It was like a great joy that I felt in my spirit. I look back now and can vaguely remember that night and those emotions that I felt accepting Jesus as my Savior and Lord. The years rolled by and I wandered away from Christ in my late teen years and late into my twenties. I just lost the passion for being a christian. When I got married and Teresa and I started having kids I rededicated myself in my thirties. I love God now with all my heart but I sometimes miss the way I felt connected to God as an 11 year old kid. I look back and wonder if I had not backslid all those years, how would my life be different. But the truth is we only have one life to live. I always look at the Prodigal Son story in the bible. That story means so much to me and my life and it makes me realize that I am not perfect, and yet Christ still died for my sins. God Loves me and sent Jesus to be the payment for my sins. And just like in the Prodigal Son The Heavenly Father was waiting patiently for me to come home and when he saw me coming, he welcomed me home with open arms. God is so gracious and good.

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  5. I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 13. When I did it I knew I wanted to go to heaven and I also remember seeing how other Christians lived and thinking it was cool. I think that I understood all I needed too at that point. It was later revealed to me that I had to be emersed in water in order to be a true christian so I did that when I was 24. Either way I feel that my walk with the lord has been a life journey and I just pray to get a little better everyday (progress not perfection) so that my light can shine for others.afoy

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  6. If I am being totally honest- my answer has to be b/c my parents pushed me. I knew what I was doing and I believed in what I was doing, I was 13. I believed in Jesus and I knew that it was what I had to do but the honest truth is that I was scared they would drown me. At that time, Clay didn't just dunk you and pull you up- he dunked you and prayed over you while you were under water! It just seemed like an awful long time to try and hold your breath! And it didn't seem like what I should be thinking about- but my mom and dad really thought that I should get baptized and that I was silly for being afraid of the water. I've always wondered if I should do it again- of my own free will- although I have been told that I don't need to-but I still wonder. I guess I wonder b/c I feel that I cheated God. What I know is that I love Jesus more and more everyday. God is good- all the time. This makes me so joyful and happy and relieved.

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