I was saved as a six-year-old boy. My dad used to read a book called “Little Pilgrim’s Progress” – a children’s adaptation of the Bunyan classic – to my brother and I at bedtime. Actually, all four of us in my family were saved as dad read that book to us. There is a part about Christian going to the cross and leaving his burden of sin there.
I actually have no memory of that. I barely remember my baptism, but I don’t have a lot of memories of those early years. I struggled with whether an experience I could not remember was real, but as I grew I believe that I was genuinely saved. Like many who are saved at a youn age I went through some years of struggle and doubt until I surrendered my life to Christ just after I graduated from high school.
That’s my story.
Tell us yours.
I grew up in a wonderful Christian home where I was taken to a really good church (by the way, it was a Baptist church pastored by a Calvinist pastor). At 6 yo, I made a profession of faith because others were doing it and because I had heard all the language, I was able to answer the questions clearly but without any inward reality. The pastor must have known that something was wrong because he felt like I should wait to follow the Lord in believer’s baptism. But to anyone who asked, I was able to give an answer… Read more »
Interesting. April 28 is a big day around our house. My dad was born on April 28. My son was born on April 28.
So, in case you were interested, was Saddam Hussein. Just saying…
Thanks for the story.
hey, we’re supposed to be delivering our daughter on April 28. though I may postpone now that I know about Saddham.
It is a good day – my son counteracted Saddam’s evil 27 years ago.
My family went to church when I was a child off an on. When we moved to Tennessee when I was in the 2nd grade, we stopped going. My mom told me it was because all the churches around us were Methodist and we couldn’t find a Baptist church in Tennessee. I reflect on that now and realize just how funny that was. Anyway, we moved back to Alabama when I was in 4th grade. When I was in 6th grade my youngest brother and sister started going to Children’s choir at our old church. I went to a performance… Read more »
I walked forward at an altar call when I was 13, but for the next 20 years I was a nominal Christian: Church-hopping (or not church at all), and living with no real evidences of conversion. In 2004, in the midst of a personal struggle, I swore off God completely; deciding that everything I’d learned over the years was religious superstition or just plain garbage. For a year and a half I delved hard into self-enhancement, self-help; thinking I could actually perfect myself if I tried hard enough. I also started to live far outside the usual bounds of propriety… Read more »
Taken from my post found at http://jonwellman.com/2009/10/28/testimony/… I accepted Christ in July of 1981 at my mother’s bedside. I was five years old. I felt the Holy Spirit’s tug on my heart during church one night at the small, independent Baptist church my family attended in Flatwoods, KY. I was too afraid to go up to the front with everyone watching. A few nights later, I couldn’t sleep. I knew I needed to be saved. I went in to my mother’s bedroom (I believe my father was at work. He was a railroad engineer.). She led me to Christ. I… Read more »
I was a seven year old[?] sitting in the SB church I was raised in watching my friend about to get baptized. I do not remember what the pastor said, but all of a sudden I knew that God was speaking to me [i.e. awakening] and wanted me to follow Him and get baptized like my friend. After the service, I was shy about what had happened, but told my friend that I wanted to get baptized in 40 days [or something like that] and he in turn let it be known [which I did not want him to do:)].… Read more »
I was dating a girl in high school that went to Young Life, I started attending those weekly meetings and going to her church from time to time. Became friends with several of the guys at YL, went to camp in Colorado and had one of the guys share the four spiritual laws with me, YL met Campus Crusade! The girl and I broke up and as many young men do I wandered in the wilderness … After college I renewed my faith, married a great Christian lady and got back to Church. That was thirty years ago, I’m now… Read more »
I was 16 going on seventeen. I went to a large consolidated high school so unless you were the top of the heap athlete, you would not be able to play sports. So, I joined the basketball team of our family’s Baptist church to play in the local church league (very competitive). One requirement was I had to attend a service (any service) at least once a month. It was in one of those services (which I really didn’t mind even though I was there with an ulterior motive I enjoyed it) that I felt God was speaking to me… Read more »
Jesus Christ paid the penalty for my sin upon the cross and granted his righteousness to me while I was yet his enemy and a twinkle in my father’s eye. 🙂
It was about the fourteen verse of “Just As I Am” that I turned to my young bride and said, “I need Jesus, will you go with me.” I had been reading the Bible for six months and attending Church, along with experiencing the love of Christ through a young couples Bible Study. I was twenty-three years old as I bowed my knee and heart repenting of my sins and calling on Jesus to forgive me and save me. The visiting speaker was an older preacher from Texas by the name of Jack Brown. He had written a little book… Read more »
I was 8 when WWII ended. Russia got the bomb shortly thereafter, and I used to lie in bed at night and hear bombers flying over the house (they were our SAC B-36’s, but I didn’t know that) and wonder if the Russians were going to bomb us and kill me. I got scared at the thought of dying. Spent a few days moping around, not eating much, and finally, Dad asked “What’s wrong, son?” I recall a lump in my throat, a weight on my shoulders, and a hollowness inside: I said “I’m afraid of dying”. Dad responded “Don’t… Read more »
I grew up in a Church of God of Prophecy. My mom, dad, and 3 sisters attended church every Sunday. I hated church with a passion. Every Sunday morning, I would get up and beg not to go to church. I can remember one Sunday in particular (I remember because I was so happy), that it had snowed and church was canceled. I also asked one of our new pastors if we were going to start having church on Wenesday nights. He made the mistake of asking me, “Do you want to?” I replied, “NO.” He was a young man,… Read more »
I appreciate everyone sharing their stories.
I grew up on a share cropper’s farm in Arkansas, raised by my maternal granparents. Grandpa always took my sister and me to church on Sundays where the pastor was a Sovereign Grace believer, a farmer preacher who fit William Warren Sweet’s description of such in his Story of religion in America. But i didn’t believe. I had no experience of god being real. There was also the problem of sorrow and terror in the home with grandpa and grandma in conflict to the point where one morning they were threatening tomurder one another. The half-Collie, half-German Shepher thought it… Read more »
I was saved at aprox 12 years of age.My life was never one that ever made sence,i was abandoned by my family,and never new my real father.I was abused in everyway,though i had one thing,i had Jesus Christ.Even though i was a child of desperation,i always new about Jesus Christ.I went to sunday school,and loved to go,it got me away from the house.Going to church was a great thing for me.I had a grandfather who was married many times,he was abusive to all his wives,and to children,he was also into witchcraft.He had a wife who is now dead,though alive in… Read more »