My Reflection On My Life Essay

852 Words Oct 31st, 2016 4 Pages
Growing up, I was enveloped with a family that believed in God and went to church regularly, and heard about God, Jesus, and other Christian things day-in and day-out. So, when I was four, I decided to put my faith in Jesus as my Savior, but I didn’t fully grasp all that it meant for me. From that day, I went on and did what I like to call the “church thing”, attending Bible study clubs, church on Sunday and, when I was older, youth group, but never actually taking to heart what Jesus meant to me.
When I was 15, the truth of who Jesus is and what He’s done for me finally began to impact my life. Gathered around the warm campfire, my youth group listened to my pastor as he gave a message to us about spending time with God in prayer and reading His Word. I could feel the conviction rising in me over how little time I actually spent trying to understand God. As my youth pastor wrapped up His message, he passed around a piece of paper to all of us and had us write down any and all of the bad things that we could think of and then had us throw the paper into the fire. Writing down all of my wrong-doings, it caused me to realize the insurmountable amount of times I mess up daily.
The first point of the Gospel, or good news, is that we are all sinners, or rejectors of God. The Bible says, “...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Imagine you and I walked out and tried to throw a rock from here to the North Pole. I might throw it farther than you, you might throw…

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