Life Stories (247)
I am privileged to have had Christian parents. My father died when I was five years old, but my mother raised my brother and me in a loving Christ-centred atmosphere. She led me to the Lord while I was in elementary school.
I was born in The Netherlands and came to Canada when I was 7 years old. We travelled across the ocean and then most of Canada to Port Alberni. I grew up in a God-fearing family in the Netherlands Reformed Congregation where I was baptized as an infant. We read the Bible every day and prayed before and after every meal. When I was in high school, I pleaded with Jesus to come into my life but didn't know that He would actually come into my life.
I was raised into a Christian home, with strong morals, two loving parents and an older sister that were dedicated to Christ. In my earlier years, my family attended church every Sunday. When I was older, I stated playing high level sports and this made it difficult to continue regular attendance due to weekend commitments. I also did not have any Christian friends and this made it harder to know God. I do not have a particular day that my faith became my own because it was more of a journey over a period of time. When I was 15 I accidently heard a rap song titled “Don’t Waste Your Life,” by Lecrae. At the same time, some of my friends began to ask me tough questions about my faith. Both the questions and the lyrics from Lecrae made me search for the truth and discover what Jesus Christ did for me on the Cross.
I was born in Penticton, but moved to the coast where I received all my schooling. I didn’t grow up in a Christian home, and so didn’t understand anything about the Christian faith. As a young person I loved playing and watching sports. In the 50’s, there were no sports on TV on Sundays, so one Sunday I found myself watching a TV evangelist instead. After the program I repeated the sinner’s prayer, but I didn’t really know what it meant. A few years later I was invited to a camp sponsored by Young Life. I heard the gospel again, and I accepted it, but I still didn’t fully understand. There was no follow up so not much changed in my life.
I am blessed to have grown up in a loving Christian home. I was captured at a young age by the idea of God having a plan and a purpose for my life. It has been a guiding principle of my life. In my early teens I chose Jeremiah 29:11 as my life verse.“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”
I accepted Christ into my heart during the spring of 2002. I grew up in an Anglican home where my father was the priest. He died when I was 11 years old and at that time I drifted away from the church and God. I spent most of my life doing my own thing. I found my way back to church due to some relationship struggles and within a few months, I had given my life over to the Lord. I became involved in a small group almost immediately, where I grew in my faith and knowledge. My enthusiasm and involvement in church activities was very life changing. On February 14, 2004, I was baptized in a friend’s hot tub in their backyard with my small group and family present.
Before I received Christ, I lived in rebellion. I thought I was “covered” because I had been raised in a Christian home, brought up with Christian values, lovingly guided by two committed Christian parents, and baptized as a baby. What I came to understand after I had made a mess of my life, was that I couldn’t clean it up by myself, that I wasn’t covered after all, and that I needed to personally accept Jesus Christ as my savior. I was led back to church by my children. They were attending kid’s events, and having way too much fun - so I had to investigate!
My walk with Christ started at a very young age. I was born into a Christian family who loved God and strived to make Him the centre of our home. I was enrolled in a Christian School and spent most of my time in a very supportive, Christian environment. Outwardly I was very good at following the rules and never strayed away from Him. However, it wasn’t until my later years in high school that I began to take on this faith as my own. It was in grade 11and 12 that I really began to seek and try and understand fully who God was and what Christianity meant to me.
I grew up in a Christian home. I went to church three times on Sunday, and a couple of time during the week. Our church loved the Word of God. They preached the scriptures, taught the scriptures and we memorized the scriptures. I grew up in a healthy spiritual environment. Doesn’t that sound like a recipe for a perfect Christian life? Certainly a good foundation, but I still had choices to make. As a young person I made a choice that brought a lot of trouble into my life. I married an unbeliever. We were both convinced that he was on the road to becoming a believer, but it didn’t happen. In fact, after our marriage he drifted farther away, and after only a few years I found myself a single mother with a young son to raise alone.
For as long as I can remember, I have been serving Jesus. I grew up in a loving, Christian home and have been involved with the church since a very young age. I am incredibly thankful for my upbringing and the people God has placed in my life. To say that my faith, however, was always healthy, is not the case. As a young adult, I was far more concerned with what people thought of me than of what God thought (a.k.a. pride!). I would build my spiritual resume and then hope to receive recognition from those around me. I also had my life planned out and became a master at accomplishing all of MY goals and dreams.