I don't have a story like that.
Like many students at CBU, I grew up in a christian household. I will admit however, there was a struggle between denominations. My mom is non- denominational, my dad is an atheist (they are divorced), my step-dad was catholic at the time, my mom's parents are baptist, and my dad's parents are seventh day adventist. Im pretty sure that covers the entire spectrum of christianity.
Anyway, regardless of the church that I went to I did go to church every sunday, and I sort of always considered myself to be a christian- even if I did not have a very good handle on what exactly that meant.
So I accepted Jesus into my heart. A lot. I mean, I must have accepted him into my heart like five hundred times during my childhood. The sunday school teachers always had these compelling speeches making me want to be a christian. Since I did not have a "home" church, these were usually different people. All of them made me feel likeI was an awful sinner and I needed Jesus. It sounded like a good deal to me. I guess I did not have a good handle on the fact that I only needed to do that once.
I was baptized at the age of ten, and personally I feel like that was the turning point in my faith. I wasn't being a christian because I thought I should be, I was deciding to be a follower of Jesus because I wanted to be. I had gone to christian school, so by that time I had a good handle on what I was doing and the significance of choosing to be a christian.
Maybe I had it easy, I have always been blessed by being immersed in a christian community. I have always had support every time I faltered in my walk with christ. I am lucky. If I didn't have my faith I think that I would be lost in the world. The strength that I receive from God and the christian community is the backbone of my entire life, and I can only hope that I can give back to that community and try to glorify God in everything that I do.
