Post by lucky on Apr 3, 2006 19:29:54 GMT -5
I want to share with you all how I came to know christ and why. Please read this with an open heart and an open mind.
My walk starts in the second grade in a church in St. Johnsville during a VBS program. They told us of a prayer that we should pray and asked us to pray it. I did, not knowing what I committed to. In the third grade something happened to me that would change my life forever. It was during swim practice that my cousin told me that she became a Jehovah witness. It didn’t affect me right away, but once people found out we were related they thought that I was one too. Now I wasn’t liked by my peers already and was picked on since kindergarten but that was minor compared to what was to come. Older kids started to hurt my cousin and I, mentally, physically, and spiritually. I tried many times to tell them I wasn’t a JW but a Christian. They asked what the difference was but I didn’t know. Yeah I went to church, but no one ever explained it to me. For years I would look into their eyes before they hurt me begging for mercy, but all I saw was hatred. Then camp came into my life. It was the first time I actually saw Jesus’ love. It was the first time that I was accepted. That is what kept me going. When kids hurt me I would remember camp and their love. I actually saw love in those people’s eyes when they talked to me. After seeing what I saw at camp I saw something different in the kids eyes that hated me. I saw uncertainty, confusion, and mostly fear. I saw the difference between someone who knew Jesus and someone who didn’t. God opened my eyes, and I accepted what he had to show me. I recommitted myself to Jesus. But my story doesn’t end there. I started to read my bible and pray. When the kids would say things to me in the hallways or shove me I would focus on a verse. Joshua 1:9 for example. The problem was though I still didn’t know how to explain to those kids what a Christian was. I prayed one night to God to stop the pain, I couldn’t take it anymore, and it was a burden that I could not carry. He answered my prayer, but not in a way I expected. As I look back now I realize that it was a lesson he was trying to teach me. My horse Skip died in the eighth grade. He was my friend when on one else would be. Someone I could talk to and not be hurt by. Skip was more than a horse to me he was a close friend. The weight of the kids and the loss of my horse pushed me into depression. I cried in school, at home, on the bus, but I still prayed. God was my only comfort in those days, and he wasn’t through with helping me. He couldn’t leave me like that. God sent me Joey, one of the most popular kids in my class. I don’t know how Joey did it but he stopped the kids from hurting me. He showed everyone that I was human and that he liked me. I became popular, a dream that I had always wanted but thought it could never happen. I forgot God and what I had learned. I started to buy the clothes, dumped my friends, and did things that went against God. God didn’t forget me. I don’t remember when it was or how but it hit me one day and it hit me hard, what I was doing was wrong. All that I had learned from my bible, my church, Diane wager, and camp fowler came rushing back. I was given a huge guilt trip and a reality check. That was the day I took my stand for Christ. The moment I did that I lost my popularity. I became known as Jesus freak, but this time when people came at me I was ready. As they passed me by and called me names, I would smile and say thank you. I finally knew what it was to be a Christian. It confused them. My friends who I had dumped took me back and supported me without question. The popular kids who I thought were my friends disowned me. My stand for Christ that day brought both good and bad things. It humbled me, taught me how to forgive, to love, and to let go. A day in school cannot pass without someone either challenging my faith, asking for me to pray for them, ask my advice, ask me for help, ask a question, or hear them talk about how religious I am like it is a bug. Everything that Jesus has done in the past and present, I will never forget. His death means so much to me, and I plan on continuing my faith and showing and teaching others about Christ. I will be forever grateful for Jesus’ love and all he has done for me, and the lessons he taught me.
Now the christian walk is not easy. Many people will tell you that it all gets better once you beleive, but it dosnt. You still have pain, loss, and hurt. The only thing diffrent is your heart and mind. They way you veiw the world and treat people and your spirit all change. Jesus becomes a guiding light in your darken world and when trouble comes you dont have to put up with it on your own. Jesus is there to help and guide you. He is there during the good and the bad. His love and guidance will be something you constantly look for in your life once you experience it the first time. Without Jesus I dont know where I would be today. I probably would be dead. I couldnt express to you how much Jesus means to me. I love him and his love. Jesus becomes the best friend you can ever have.
If you have any questions please feel free to contact me. I would love to talk to you about my walk with Jesus.
Lucky.
My walk starts in the second grade in a church in St. Johnsville during a VBS program. They told us of a prayer that we should pray and asked us to pray it. I did, not knowing what I committed to. In the third grade something happened to me that would change my life forever. It was during swim practice that my cousin told me that she became a Jehovah witness. It didn’t affect me right away, but once people found out we were related they thought that I was one too. Now I wasn’t liked by my peers already and was picked on since kindergarten but that was minor compared to what was to come. Older kids started to hurt my cousin and I, mentally, physically, and spiritually. I tried many times to tell them I wasn’t a JW but a Christian. They asked what the difference was but I didn’t know. Yeah I went to church, but no one ever explained it to me. For years I would look into their eyes before they hurt me begging for mercy, but all I saw was hatred. Then camp came into my life. It was the first time I actually saw Jesus’ love. It was the first time that I was accepted. That is what kept me going. When kids hurt me I would remember camp and their love. I actually saw love in those people’s eyes when they talked to me. After seeing what I saw at camp I saw something different in the kids eyes that hated me. I saw uncertainty, confusion, and mostly fear. I saw the difference between someone who knew Jesus and someone who didn’t. God opened my eyes, and I accepted what he had to show me. I recommitted myself to Jesus. But my story doesn’t end there. I started to read my bible and pray. When the kids would say things to me in the hallways or shove me I would focus on a verse. Joshua 1:9 for example. The problem was though I still didn’t know how to explain to those kids what a Christian was. I prayed one night to God to stop the pain, I couldn’t take it anymore, and it was a burden that I could not carry. He answered my prayer, but not in a way I expected. As I look back now I realize that it was a lesson he was trying to teach me. My horse Skip died in the eighth grade. He was my friend when on one else would be. Someone I could talk to and not be hurt by. Skip was more than a horse to me he was a close friend. The weight of the kids and the loss of my horse pushed me into depression. I cried in school, at home, on the bus, but I still prayed. God was my only comfort in those days, and he wasn’t through with helping me. He couldn’t leave me like that. God sent me Joey, one of the most popular kids in my class. I don’t know how Joey did it but he stopped the kids from hurting me. He showed everyone that I was human and that he liked me. I became popular, a dream that I had always wanted but thought it could never happen. I forgot God and what I had learned. I started to buy the clothes, dumped my friends, and did things that went against God. God didn’t forget me. I don’t remember when it was or how but it hit me one day and it hit me hard, what I was doing was wrong. All that I had learned from my bible, my church, Diane wager, and camp fowler came rushing back. I was given a huge guilt trip and a reality check. That was the day I took my stand for Christ. The moment I did that I lost my popularity. I became known as Jesus freak, but this time when people came at me I was ready. As they passed me by and called me names, I would smile and say thank you. I finally knew what it was to be a Christian. It confused them. My friends who I had dumped took me back and supported me without question. The popular kids who I thought were my friends disowned me. My stand for Christ that day brought both good and bad things. It humbled me, taught me how to forgive, to love, and to let go. A day in school cannot pass without someone either challenging my faith, asking for me to pray for them, ask my advice, ask me for help, ask a question, or hear them talk about how religious I am like it is a bug. Everything that Jesus has done in the past and present, I will never forget. His death means so much to me, and I plan on continuing my faith and showing and teaching others about Christ. I will be forever grateful for Jesus’ love and all he has done for me, and the lessons he taught me.
Now the christian walk is not easy. Many people will tell you that it all gets better once you beleive, but it dosnt. You still have pain, loss, and hurt. The only thing diffrent is your heart and mind. They way you veiw the world and treat people and your spirit all change. Jesus becomes a guiding light in your darken world and when trouble comes you dont have to put up with it on your own. Jesus is there to help and guide you. He is there during the good and the bad. His love and guidance will be something you constantly look for in your life once you experience it the first time. Without Jesus I dont know where I would be today. I probably would be dead. I couldnt express to you how much Jesus means to me. I love him and his love. Jesus becomes the best friend you can ever have.
If you have any questions please feel free to contact me. I would love to talk to you about my walk with Jesus.
Lucky.