Faith

I’d always known that God was real and I loved him, though I didn’t know anything about him except that he was good.

 

When I was nine, a friend from school invited me to Sunday school. The teacher asked us to open our Bibles.  I was the only kid in the class without one. Half the class of children offered me theirs. Surprised and more than a little embarassed, I accepted the gift. That night at home, I leafed through it, and a sinner’s prayer tract fell out. I prayed right there and then that Jesus would be my Savior, thinking something magical would happen. I think it truly did but not quite in the way I thought. A seed was planted that would slowly grow into something beautiful and lasting.

I began witnessing to my siblings without much knowledge to draw from.

Years passed and I had adopted my own brand of worldly Christianity–believing that because I was a professing Christian I would go to Heaven, but accepting other “realities”. Meaning, if someone believed in reincarnation, being reborn into another body or animal form would happen to them, Muslims would meet Allah, and so forth. I really didn’t understand my own faith.I hadn’t yet come across the verse, “Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father, but by Him.” . . . I was a work in progress.

It took an argument with a friend to change my thinking. I found this man incredibly rude and annoying when he told me that relative thinking wasn’t what my Christian faith taught. He said I couldn’t just pick and choose what I wanted to believe from the Bible and leave the rest. I walked away angry, but as I was stewing, I began to wonder what exactly the Bible did say. Truth was I’d never really read it.

So, I blew the dust off of my new testament and began to read. Honestly, it didn’t make a lick of sense. It was like I was reading a book in a foreign language. But I kept trying and finally came to something I did understand, a verse that promised if I prayed for wisdom and understanding, God would give it to me. And so I did. True to His word, God opened my mind and the Bible began to make sense.

I think it was at that moment I really gave my heart to Christ because I began to actually know Him. It was unsettling to realize how much misinformation I had preached to friends and family.

In the beginning of my new faith walk, I’d adopted a very black and white view on everything and became pretty judgmental. Through a series of life experiences, God brought me to my knees–from law and into grace.

I’ve learned that given the right set of circumstances, anyone of us can, and do, fall from time to time. There but for the grace of God is something I think a lot now.

I’m not perfect by any means. I was, and still am a, wretched sinner. But through His stripes I am healed. When I repent and confess, my sins are covered and I am forgiven. How amazing it is to know that even if the world rejects me, I will always remain the child of the King of Kings–a beloved princess!

No one is too far for God to reach. He awaits patiently with open arms to welcome all who call out to Him.

I can’t wait to fall into my Redeemer’s arms one day! What sting has death?