I have never known life without going to church. My parents told me about Jesus and about a loving God even as a preschooler. I had Sunday School teachers who told me the stories of the Bible and told me about a man who loved me so much that He died on a cross. I loved Jesus and I wanted to love Him back. But even as a child, I realized that going to church and learning about Jesus was not going to get me to heaven.
My little sister and I shared a room as children and I vividly remember the night that I was awake by myself. Over and over in my little mind I kept thinking, “If I died tonight, I would not go to heaven.” Pretty heavy for a six-year-old—but it was a life-changing moment when I woke my mom up and told her I needed to pray and ask Christ to come in my life. It was a simple child-like prayer of asking Jesus to forgive me and come in my heart.
I can honestly say I have always loved following Christ since that moment and have sought to know Him better. Does that mean I’m perfect and have had a perfect life? No way. Instead it means I have a perfect God who pursues me and loves me in spite of my mistakes. It means I not only have a promise for eternity, but I have joy and hope in the midst of a world that seems pretty hopeless.
Check out my Church: Council Road Baptist Church, Bethany, OK