I don’t remember much of my life before Christ, but I was four when I accepted that I needed a Savior. I remember being convinced of my sin and feeling stuck without Jesus. So I invited Him into my life.
I grew up going to church and knowing only people who went to church, so I thought that being a Christian meant going to church and listening to someone speak. I thought that Jesus gave me a ‘get out of jail free’ card as long as I kept up this Sunday routine. It wasn’t until some time in middle school I figured out that being a Christian was something for Monday through Saturday, too. I figured out that being a Christian isn’t being a part of Christian events, but rather simply following Christ.
It wasn’t until university that I began to wander from Christ’s path. I was two-faced. I pretended to live for Christ, but instead I lived for myself.
I remember asking God to make me fear Him so that I would not walk away from Him, and the next day I almost hydroplaned over the side of a very high bridge. Let’s just say I got the message, and I take comfort in the fact that God disciplines those whom He loves.
From this point in my life, I told God I’d go wherever and do whatever He calls me to do, and God called me to move to another country (I’m American) and to pour into others for the purpose of them pouring into others.
My favourite verses are Matthew 28:18-20 and 2 Timothy 2:2. They both give a clear message: make disciples who make disciples.
That’s my passion. That’s what makes me feel alive.
