I awoke to a question in the group today that I wanted to share with you.
“I’m just curious. How old is everyone and, if you are a born-again Christian, when did you accept Christ as your savior?”
When I saw that I felt like such a newbie! I know I am. I know my walk will never be over but I feel that I’m still so new, so green to the whole born-again thing.
My parents were not in anyway shape or form religious. I was baptized Catholic as an infant because “that’s what you do”. We went to church on occasion. I even remember times when the four of us were dropped off for bible school while my mom went home.
But I do always remember that I was “searching”. Searching for something that would make me feel whole. Searching for something that I felt apart of.
I did a lot of reading about all many different faiths as I was growing up. Yet nothing seemed to touch me.
I’ve been to many different churches, many of the services were too “preachy”, the sermons not what I knew God was about. The people not open to new-comers.
Then in 1997 during a year of hurt and pain, I picked up my bible and read the book of John. God’s words touched me like they never had before. My heart opened and I felt God’s loving arms around me. I threw away anything that was not of Him.
I began attending church faithfully. I attended prayer groups where no one spoke to me. Classes where no one spoke to me. Basically I had been snubbed. I loved this church. I loved the pastor. I loved the teaching. What I didn’t like was being snubbed. I spoke to one of my friends who attended and he had noticed the same things happening to the “newer” people in the church.
So we worked together and submitted a mentoring program to the Pastor. We worked hard to explain what we were seeing within the church unit. How the church could help build up new Christians in their walk. We waited and waited for a response.
What we received from the assistant pastor was “We don’t have time for this.” Imagine our surprise! Needless to say, that though we loved the church, this wasn’t the church for us if they couldn’t help build people up – we left the church.
I was disillusioned for a long time. I still read God’s Word and prayed but I stayed away from church. I didn’t want to feel snubbed and unwanted again.
I just didn’t always walk the walk. There were things going on in my life that made it hard to believe He was with me. Hard to see that God was looking out for me. Hard to see that God listened to my prayers.
I didn’t really begin to walk the path until 2011. My life had just completly gone out of whack. I began to pray as only those who have already fallen can pray. I gave all my hopes and fears to Him. I laid it all down at the foot of the cross. I let it go. I gave it to Him.
If you’ve read any of previous posts, you know when I saw God working in my life. Not in a quite, subtle way, but a big BANG way!
A sense of peace, a sense of purpose began to fill my days. Things that I needed just magically began to appear without much effort on my part. My fears became hope for a new life.
Now when I look back, I see that He was with me every moment of every day, just not in the way that I expected. What a wonderful God we have!
So now I ask you “I’m just curious. How old is everyone and, if you are a born-again Christian, when did you accept Christ as your savior?”