I was born and raised in a Christian home with two wonderful parents. Every night, they read Bible stories …show more content…
It was just a time where all the youth joined together and had a night of worship. The music and singing with everyone was remarkably uplifting. At the end of worship, a speaker took the microphone told us all to sit down and to close our eyes. She was telling us about how God sent His Son to die on the cross to save us from sins. After, explaining God’s purpose for us and what He has done for us, she told us to raise our hands if you haven’t accepted Christ as their personal Savior and to stay in the room while everyone else left. In my heart, I actually felt His presence in me, so I raised my hand. Meanwhile, she came to all of us, who raised our hands, and informed us, personally, about Jesus Christ. I had learned that it was God’s Salvation, and it was never mine—God did the all saving, not me. I was looking to what I had done in the past and not to the faith which I currently possessed in my heart. Also, salvation did not rest in a past experience—It rests in Jesus Christ. I realize how very little I really knew. After that, she pray for us and our futures. I feared God more than I ever had. Also, I felt pure content in my heart. I have never felt this many feelings in my life. Then, I repented to God for my sins. I realized that I had sinned against God by endeavoring to live for myself and that I had consequently broke the relationship with God that He wanted for me. And the only way I could have a real relationship with God was to believe that Jesus had come to fix what I broke. I finally understood the value of His death and admitted that I will never be good enough on my own. I was so happy, that I was jumping up and down and told my whole family. They were all so happy and proud that I decided to commit my life to