Thursday, September 10, 2009
9/11/09
I didn't quite comprehend Christianity until I was in my early 20's. My family taught me that I was a Christian, as a child. We attended church and my mother's father was a Pastor of a church of the Baptist faith. We would attend his church quite frequently as well. I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was five years old. I remember an older boy at my Grandpa's church getting Baptized. Me, being the curious little girl, wanted this to happen to me as well. My parents had me attending child classes ("children's church") since I was a baby pretty much and there I learned several Bible stories and teachings about the faith. At a young age I learned that I was going to Heaven and I would have eternal life. What exactly that meant I wasn't quite sure. But I knew that God loved me for accepting Jesus. After telling my Mom that I wanted to become a Christian, she sat me down with my Grandpa and they both told me what a serious decision it would be. Then he prayed with me and I asked Jesus to come into my heart. The Baptism took place at my Grandpa's church. My Mom says that she knows I was sincere in my decision because immediatley afterward I asked her if my younger brother would be going to heaven too. For the longest time this was my justification for believing in the fact that I was a Christian and I was saved. You could say that I relied on that for the basis of my faith for the majority of my adolesnce.
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