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I was born in southern Manitoba and spent my first 8 years on a small family farm, along the international border with North Dakota. My parents being very committed followers of Jesus, introduced me to the value of regular church attendance as a week-old baby. My earliest memories include being in Sunday School and church on a very regular basis.
I grew up in a Christian family and attended church and Sunday school ever since I was very young and knew about the Bible and salvation through the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus. When I was ten years old, we had an evangelist speaking at our church and the Spirit spoke to my heart. I was convicted of my need to repent and accepted Jesus as my Saviour that day. Later that year I was baptized in Okanagan Lake.
As a young child, I grew up in a Christian home and I was blessed with parents who loved the Lord. They always set amazing examples for my siblings and I. I remember giving my life to Jesus when I was 5.
I grew up in a Christian home all my life. My mom and Dad were strong influences in my decision to follow Christ. I remember when I was young my mother sat down with me and asked me if I wanted to have Jesus in my heart. I asked her what she meant and she explained to me that he gave his life for us and to save us from our sins so that we could be with him one day in heaven and that if we accept this he will be with us every day of our lives. Simply put and straight to the point. I accepted Jesus that day and prayed with my mom to have Jesus in my life.
I lived my life with my own interests in mind; I wasn’t particularly concerned with how I treated others. I was a decently well behaved young man, but didn’t have the caring, generous, and kind mind set of a Christ Follower.
I was fortunate enough to be raised by Jesus-loving parents. We attended a Mennonite Brethren church, I went to Sunday school, we went to church picnics, and we sang hymns straight from the hymnal. Life was good. I was home schooled. I lived in a bubble.
I was born in The Netherlands and lived there and in Curacao (in the Caribbean) most of my life. As a child I was allowed to visit my friend’s church. I went there once but didn’t like the smell of incense. I also attended a one-hour-a-week class of ‘religion’ at the public school. If you didn’t go you had to do math, an easy choice. I heard some Bible stories, but I thought they were like a fairy tale.