Life Stories (212)
I grew up in a Christian environment and accepted Jesus into my heart at the age of 5. I knew Jesus loved me and died for me and I wanted him to live in my heart. Throughout my childhood I had a desire to follow Jesus and did my best to follow his plans for my life. In response to following God’s plans for my life, I was baptized by my Dad when I was in high school.
I was born and raised in Kelowna, but didn’t grow up in a Christian home. I had a loving and supportive family who taught me the value of working hard, helping others, being honest and always doing the best job you can. I was born with a hole in my heart and had several surgeries as a child and teenager but I always felt like I was put on this Earth for a reason. The first time I ever saw a Bible was after I followed a friend to Tabor College, a Christ-centered liberal arts college in Hillsboro, KS. My parents were supportive of my decision to attend Tabor.
My Journey to the Lord has not been an easy one. I been a paraplegic due to Spina Bifida, which I was born with. My parents were told that I wouldn’t live past 24 hours, but I’m still here. Pastor Mike asked me to share on why I’m thankful, in spite of the circumstances I face.
I’ve always considered myself a believer but before the age of 29 I only prayed to God when I needed him or when I was in trouble. All that started to change three years ago. I had to have emergency surgery to remove three toes from my left foot, due to an accident I was in. The surgery was a huge success and I felt great when I woke up from surgery, the heavy stuff didn’t start until later that night.
As I was born into a Christian family, and raised with a Christian outlook of the world, faith came very easily to me. I attended church every Sunday, and by the time I was three, I accepted Jesus into my heart. I’m sure I was fascinated by the various Bible passages and stories that were told, and quickly accepted the loving picture of Jesus with little further thought.
Two years later I started my education at Kelowna Christian School, where I began to not only hear about the Lord, but also to try to live for him myself. I feel that as my maturity grew, so did my faith. This continued until a point where I wondered, “What does this have to do with me?” and “What effect is this going to have on my life?” I don’t remember a specific date, but there was a time when I decided to accept this knowledge for myself. It was no longer just because of the influence of my parents, but because it was the real direction I wanted to pursue. From then on, I went to many different summer camps where I seemed to “re-new” my commitment to God. It wasn’t until then that I noticed that, sure, I wasn’t a bad person in a human’s eyes (I was a regular “good girl”), but I wasn’t necessarily doing anything worth living for either. Other than the fact that I didn’t get into the usual teen downfalls, nothing really made me stand out as a Christ follower.
My name is Sarah Roberts and I’m going into grade 12 at Kelowna Christian School. I grew up in a Christian home and I’m the youngest of four children in my family. I have been privileged to watch my family as have they lived out their faith through the challenges and the good times. At the age of 5, one night while laying in bed, my brother Scott lead me to the Lord.
When I was 14 my faith really became my own after I attended a youth conference called Rush. I was the first time that I really felt Gods love wash over me. Since then, I recognized that my faith in God would grow the more as I got to know him. Spending time with him and getting to know the Word better has really helped me get closer to Him.
I grew up in the Roman Catholic Church, and there I learned about Christ and what he had done for me. As a young boy I clearly accepted his work for my life. Although I had received infant Baptism, I was, at the age of thirteen (the age of reason), confirmed in my acceptance of Christ into my life.
Although I grew in my faith throughout my childhood, I found that in my later teens I began to drift away, and experimented during the turbulent sixties with other spiritualties. One evening I could no longer stand the conflict of opposing spiritual views which told me that God was an impersonal and universal mind. While pacing, agitated in my bedroom I said out loud that God had to either be someone I could talk with directly, and someone who loved me, or He didn’t exist.
I am so happy to tell you what Jesus has done
for me. When I was a child my parents used to
worship at a Baptist church that was located across
the street where we lived. It was there in Sunday
school that I first heard these words: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 ESV
As a young girl of seven I couldn’t have heard anything more wonderful because it was at a time in my life when I had experienced a number of traumatic events, and my world had come crashing down. Though the details concerning the events which had impacted me then are far too complex to relate, I will say that I was a very frightened little girl who felt deeply troubled, wounded, and helpless. I was confused, alone and unprotected, not knowing where to turn.
I first heard about Jesus Christ when I was
13 years old. On a bike ride in a forest, a friend
told me for the first time about the reality of
heaven, hell, and the gift of salvation offered in
God’s Son, Jesus.
Fearing death I prayed to Jesus that very night and so began my humble following of him. Like many young teens I did not begin to seek God wholeheartedly until later in my life.
When I was six years old, my Awana teacher led us in the song “Into My Heart,” and I sang it with sincerity to truly have Jesus “come into my heart to stay.”
That was the beginning of my walk with Jesus, but it took many more years of growing up to understand what it meant to be a Christian.
I have never really known a life without Christ.
Being born into a Christian home and having gone
to church since infancy is all I have ever known. I
did make a specific commitment to the Lord at age
six through a children’s presentation which was being
put on during an evangelistic crusade that my family
was attending. I remember afterwards my grandfather questioning me to ensure I really understood what I was doing.