Life Stories (232)
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.
I had the privilege of growing up in a Christian family with a heritage of parents, grandparents and great grandparents that were all followers of Jesus. I have never known a time in my life that I did not believe in the reality of who Jesus was, what He did and who He continues to be. I am very thankful for my upbringing and for God sparing me from not knowing about Him from an early age.
Although I knew about Jesus and believed in who He was, it was not until the age of 14 that I truly
Having Christian grandparents on both sides of my family, and parents who never missed the 20-mile drive from our little prairie farm to church on Sunday, meant that God has always been a reality in my life. Grandma (on my Dad’s side) told me of walking over the Welsh hills to a church service during the famous revival and meeting God when she was just eleven, and mom told me how she remembers when her parents had a life-changing experience with God in an old-fashioned tent meeting not too long after they were married.
I was born into a Christian home, and went to church with my parents every Sunday. As a teenager I would have called myself a Christian, but realize now I didn’t know God, and was not born again until I was 17 years old even though I went through the motions of receiving Christ when I was younger.
My parents did everything they could to give my sister and me a good life. I felt safe and cared for at home. Yet in spite of all these good things, I still had the underlying feelings, “Nobody likes me,” “I’m stupid”, “I’m no good at anything”. I had my share of fights as a kid, and as a teenager was very restless, self-centered and had no peace.
I grew up in a solid moral home that spoke of God and I knew God was up there but otherwise he had no impact on my life or my choices. This suited me fine until I entered my teen years and had some major hurdles to overcome. I watched my life and the choices I made spiral out of control and had I not been attending a youth group I would have been in some serious trouble.
I then upon entering young adult hood and having no sense of God began attending Evangel Young Adults group and for the first time heard of a
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.