Life Stories (226)
I was raised into a strong Christian home and accepted Christ into my heart at a young age. We attended church every Sunday and I grew up memorizing verses and listening to all the usual Sunday school Stories. I was baptized as a late teen as I wanted to publically declare my faith for all to see.
I later met the wonderful girl who would become my wife thru the Alive Ministries at Willow Park Church. We got married in the spring of 2007. In May of 2010 we announced the birth of our son Benjamin. His life is a true miracle.
My story starts when I was adopted into a Christian family at the age of 1 and was brought up to know Jesus as a constant friend and someone who was always there for me. When I was around 4 or 5 my mom showed me how to ask Jesus to come into my heart and from then on He lived there.
I was brought up going to church and knew who Jesus was from the stories and hearing people talk about Him, but hadn't heard His voice or really
I was fortunate enough to have been brought up in a Christian home, attending Devonport Baptist Church my entire memorable childhood. I cannot remember ever not having a personal relationship with Jesus and recognize that this is a gift from God which I am truly grateful for.
The rebel in me always struggled with the concept of baptism, as it seemed to me that accepting Jesus as my personal saviour is sufficient for my salvation.
At 9 my youngest sister gave her heart to God through a school based outreach program and was tenacious in getting our parents to go to church. We started attending a local church and at the same time a friend from school asked me to their youth group as well. I asked the leader so many questions and started reading my Bible, trying to think through faith.
I became a Christian at a young age and re-dedicated my life to Christ at Green Bay Bible Camp when I was around 12 years old. I was baptized and wanted to take responsibility for my faith as an adolescent.
Growing up was very hard for me, as many physically and emotionally traumatic experiences with my health marked my initiation into adulthood. I had an ear tumour diagnosed, miraculously healed and disappear, only to come back again to be removed by what was my third major surgery on my left ear. I am left with very little hearing in my left ear but the message was given to me in prayer that in taking away my hearing, God wanted to give me his heart for music for me and cause me to listen to him with my heart. Since then I have developed a keen 'ear' for music and despite other health challenges, I have endeavoured to use music to praise my Saviour.
I grew up in a Christian home surrounded by a family of strong believers who guided me to the Lord. We went to church every Sunday, and I attended a Christian school. I accepted Christ into my heart at a very young age but without fully grasping what that would mean for my life.
I knew who God was, had memorized endless Bible verses and heard all the most common Bible stories over and over. My faith as a child had me never once doubt that God was real, but he never became a daily part of my life. I had all this head knowledge about God, and what I was supposed to do and not do, but I didn’t have a personal relationship with Him. I thought to be a Christian all I had to do was be a good person, and try my best to obey all the rules.
In many ways, my life began when I came to church in December 1997 and heard the message “Everybody needs a saviour”; I truly accepted Christ that day. Prior to that, I was emotionally and spiritually dormant. My first visit to that church was for a child’s funeral; a celebration of hope and joy that drew me back when my life was a mess.
I grew up with little exposure or experience with God. I’m the great granddaughter of medical missionaries who brought Jesus to those living on the Nass River in northern BC but I’d never been to Sunday school, never read a Bible. My older brothers were sent to church but I was never allowed to join them.
Even though I had the privilege of growing up in a home with a Godly mother, as a child I never really understood the claims of the Gospel. In my teen years, music became my life and by the time I was nineteen, I was playing in bands across Western Canada.
After living what my dad referred to as a "lifetime" between the ages of nineteen and twenty-three, I came to a place where I was asking some tough questions. Existence seemed pointless and hopeless to me. During this time I got a hold of a Good News Bible and started reading it voraciously and praying. Through the Scriptures, God revealed Himself to me as a God of hope. One Friday evening, alone in my bedroom, I got down on my knees and prayed a simple prayer. I said, "Jesus, if you want me you can have me because I've got nothing left to live for."
As a child, I was raised in a loving, caring, consistent Christian home. Since my dad was in ministry, I was regularly surrounded by wonderful Christians who were good examples to me.
Even though I was only four when I received Christ into my heart, I recall quite clearly the events of my conversion. We were visiting my grandpa (who happened not to be a believer) and surprisingly when we walked into his condo, he was watching a Billy Graham Crusade. As he and my dad chatted, I watched the program and when Billy gave his invitation to accept Christ I thought, "this is odd that so many people are going forward” since I believed everyone was a Christian having been raised in a Christian home. I clearly, almost divinely, realized that following Jesus needed to be a personal decision, not something that you're born into.
I grew up in what I would consider not so much a "Godly" home, but rather one that was traditionally Christian. Although the strictness of my parents and an unbiblical view of a judgemental God kept me from making bad choices with my life, it also exasperated me. My view of God was that I could never please Him. It also seemed to me that Godwas unavailable and unconcerned about my daily living.
As a young adult, my "eyes were opened" to the understanding that my dad really did love me. In grade seven at an alter call at my church, I gave my heart to the Lord. For days afterwards, I was filled with an unusual happiness and joy.