“Jesus loves me, this I know.” I actually don’t remember a time not knowing this. I grew up with parents who loved and followed Christ. They placed me in a Bible believing community, which encouraged me from a young age to find, love and serve Jesus.
Out of that childhood, came a clear understanding that God loved me. I was a sinner and that Jesus died on the cross to save me and reconcile me to God.
I was blessed to grow up in a God-following home. I don’t have a distinctive moment of conversion; I have a lifetime of God’s gentle calling me to Him. Without God, my life was fearful and aimless. My faith came alive in high school, when I was making choices about my career, my church, and my friends. God showed me, especially through music, art, and His creation that He created me – special, loved, His daughter. He has shown me through His Word that He is Lord, and that Jesus died for me. I am a sinner, and even though He is sinless, Jesus took my guilt for me to the cross. Through Christ, I know that I am a new creation! As I have grown in my relationship with the LORD, He has taken my fears away, and replaced them with peace and joy!
I was born into a Christian home in Vancouver, BC. From an early age, God and the local church played a key role in my life. I was raised in Kelowna since I was 2.
I accepted Jesus at an early age. I remember recommitting my life at Green Bay Bible Camp. Spring 1994 I made the choice to go through baptism and membership through Willow Park Church. Finishing high school and going through college I remember wondering is my faith real.
I grew up in a Catholic family. My parents were loving and caring but were “holiday” churchgoers. I knew they lived with a certain fear of God, and so adopted that attitude. I thought I knew who God was, but I did not know who Jesus was beyond a baby born at Christmas and the man who hung on the cross.
I was born into a large family being the 8th of 10 kids. Through high school, I lived for the weekend parties, sports and entertainment. I had some ethics and morals being raise in the Catholic Church but did not have a personal relationship with Christ.
I grew up, if you could say that, in a Christian home in Tsawwassen, BC (south of Vancouver). My family attended church fairly regularly, and my parents had family devotions at least once a week. My mom would read stories about missionaries etc. and my dad would read from the Bible like he was a pastor. I think he missed his calling, except at home of course. J
I was born and raised in a Christian home. When I was seven years old I remember sitting on my mom’s lap and giving my heart to Christ. We attended church on Sundays (Sunday school, then both morning and evening services), mid-week Bible Study and Youth when I grew older. My parents were involved in choir as well as teaching Sunday School. Yes, we were one of those families who seemed to live at the church.
I grew up in Kelowna and was raised in a family that follows Christ and values involvement in the local church. I made a decision to follow Jesus at a young age and the desire to figure out how to do that well has been a regular part of my life thus far. My journey has been filled with many blessings for which I am grateful to God. Being immersed into a positive church family for my entire childhood and adolescence is a life-giving foundation I cannot disregard and something I hope to provide for my own children.
My journey with Christ has been a blessed one as of late. Having had the opportunity to pursue two degrees in Biblical studies and then teach at a Christian College in Saskatchewan - not to mention pastor the faculty and serve as a spiritual advisor to a group of students and a handful of young Christian men - I have experienced Christ and the work of his Spirit in countless ways over the last several years. Having a family in the midst of this added to the blessing, to be sure, but also contributed to a new ways of thinking about what it meant to be a Christian family. More than anything else, this has been the question on my mind of late, and our arrival here at KGF a few months back was like a gift from God in this regard as so much of the Church's focus seems to be circling around this very question.
Growing up in a small farming community, I first heard of God when I was about 7. It was during a family campfire one night, that I asked my parents what happened to us after we die. I recall quite distinctly, my mother telling me that, if we lived a life for God, when we die we go to a place called Heaven. This event left an indelible print inside of me. As the years advance and I entered my mid to late teens, I had a hunger to know more about God. My family believed in God, but we were never members of a church and sadly, I don’t recall having a Bible in our home, either.
At 19, I left home to attend university on my own strength and understanding. I flopped. I struggled with what felt like a depression and my marks followed suit. After only 3 semesters, I was within an inch of failing. One evening, I went for a walk and lifted up my prayer to the Lord for rescue. He answered my prayer as I returned to school for the 4th semester and immediately I began to flourish. I made some great new friends and my marks improve substantially.