Today, I was thinking about all those times when people introduced me to Jesus prior to me becoming a Christian, so here is a poll for you! "About when were you saved?" Were you like me, being saved when you were a teenager, or younger or older?
There was a long history of being "witnessed to", or being exposed to Christ, before I finally became a Christian. It began when I was a little girl during one of those very rare times I went to church. I do not remember the denomination, it was probably some sort of evangelical church, and my parents showed me to the Sunday school class. I remember only one thing from that visit, a sign on the wall that said, "Jesus loves you"! I thought, 'Who is Jesus', but I was happy He loved me.
Later on in my life, I was introduced to the Catholic church when I was a foster kid. I remember asking another foster mom, "What church am I supposed to go to?" I was thinking that the church I should go to would be the one my parents when to, even though they went rarely. When she responded, "You are Hispanic, so you are Catholic". That was not a satisfactory answer for me. Eventually, I figured that they were probably right, and I comforted myself by the possibility that I was baptized already. I somehow got the idea that I was going to heaven when I died because I was baptized.
When I was in the seventh and eighth grades, my best friend was a Baptist who never ceased to share the gospel with me. She knew that if I went to church, it was to the Catholic church. My foster parents only took me to church once during my five year stay there, and it was to the Catholic church. Sometimes my foster parent's friend would take us to the same church. I had no idea why my friend was so concerned about my "salvation". She always asked me if I was saved and, "Do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God?" I always responded back with, "I believe in that, and I was baptized when I was a baby". She was not satisfied with that answer and always reiterated that I needed to trust in Jesus for my salvation. I believed that Jesus was the Son of God, so why did she always ask me if I was saved? For several years after that, even after I was adopted, I thought I was saved. I was a good person in my own eyes and I was bound to go to heaven when I died. Or so I thought.
During those years, God was showing me that I was a sinner in need of Christ, by pointing out my inability to be a "good person". I threw fits all the time, I even became anorexic in guest to become "somebody", I always thought about myself, I was even beginning to get interested in the occult just so I could be "cool" and be mean to people who were mean to me (I was not a very popular person), I had a false righteousness, etc. Finally, I repented of my sins and trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation, not only from hell but salvation from my sins!
There was a long history of being "witnessed to", or being exposed to Christ, before I finally became a Christian. It began when I was a little girl during one of those very rare times I went to church. I do not remember the denomination, it was probably some sort of evangelical church, and my parents showed me to the Sunday school class. I remember only one thing from that visit, a sign on the wall that said, "Jesus loves you"! I thought, 'Who is Jesus', but I was happy He loved me.
Later on in my life, I was introduced to the Catholic church when I was a foster kid. I remember asking another foster mom, "What church am I supposed to go to?" I was thinking that the church I should go to would be the one my parents when to, even though they went rarely. When she responded, "You are Hispanic, so you are Catholic". That was not a satisfactory answer for me. Eventually, I figured that they were probably right, and I comforted myself by the possibility that I was baptized already. I somehow got the idea that I was going to heaven when I died because I was baptized.
When I was in the seventh and eighth grades, my best friend was a Baptist who never ceased to share the gospel with me. She knew that if I went to church, it was to the Catholic church. My foster parents only took me to church once during my five year stay there, and it was to the Catholic church. Sometimes my foster parent's friend would take us to the same church. I had no idea why my friend was so concerned about my "salvation". She always asked me if I was saved and, "Do you believe that Jesus is the Son of God?" I always responded back with, "I believe in that, and I was baptized when I was a baby". She was not satisfied with that answer and always reiterated that I needed to trust in Jesus for my salvation. I believed that Jesus was the Son of God, so why did she always ask me if I was saved? For several years after that, even after I was adopted, I thought I was saved. I was a good person in my own eyes and I was bound to go to heaven when I died. Or so I thought.
During those years, God was showing me that I was a sinner in need of Christ, by pointing out my inability to be a "good person". I threw fits all the time, I even became anorexic in guest to become "somebody", I always thought about myself, I was even beginning to get interested in the occult just so I could be "cool" and be mean to people who were mean to me (I was not a very popular person), I had a false righteousness, etc. Finally, I repented of my sins and trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation, not only from hell but salvation from my sins!
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