Life Stories

Life Stories (224)

There is power in stories of life transformation.  It's really what God is most interested in.  At KGF, we celebrate the work God is doing in each one of us, and hope that you will be encouraged and challenged in your own walk as you read, listen to and watch some stories from this church family.


Tuesday, 11 September 2012 09:03


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.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012 08:59


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.

Wednesday, 06 June 2012 19:35


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.

Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:55


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.

Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:53


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.

Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:51


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."


Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:50


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.


Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:49


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.


Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:35


I was brought up with fear and trembling both at church and at school. My twin and I are the eldest of 11 children. We lived in a small town 5 hours from Toronto. I loved my parents, but do not ever remember mom holding me on her knee, and my dad has post war stress disorder, and we would walk around like we were stepping on eggs.

At 29, I attended a weekend retreat, and I was born again and filled with the Holy Spirit. Nothing could compare to the love I felt, I had forgiveness for the first time. Jesus became alive and my Friend. I sent a Good News for Modern Man New Testament to each of my siblings.

Tuesday, 05 June 2012 14:32


I grew up in a Christian home and attended church and Sunday school regularly. I was baptized at the age of 10 at First Baptist Church in Holden, MA. 

When I was 12, my family moved to Kelowna and I began attending KGF. I was at a Christian high school from grade 8-12. During that time, I never ceased to believe that God existed but my interest in Christianity fluctuated. I felt stifled by too much of other people’s religious enthusiasm, while having little of my own. I tried to make myself feel an excitement for God, but it was like trying to lay an egg. It was only after I graduated from high school and started studying arts at UBC that I discovered how to pursue God thoughtfully and intellectually, rather that emotionally. I realized that the excitement and faith which I had tried to produce by an effort of the will, would be added to me by God after I made the choice to seek His kingdom earnestly.

In the past 2 years, I have become less apathetic about my religion, more curious about the Christian tradition in general and more convinced than ever of it’s truth and beauty. I now feel it’s time for me to make a serious commitment to the church.


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