Oncedeceived
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I was told by my parents to believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. I was born a scientist as I tested put much everything. I ended up breaking most of my toys trying to figure out how they work. Mom told me not to touch a plug-in and I learn why and never forgot it. I remember testing the "Easter Bunny" theory by getting up early in the morning before my parents and seeing nothing in the living room. After they got up they told me to get up and see what the Easter Bunny bought me. I keep it to myself for a couple of years that I already knew SC didn't exist. I wasn't raised in church and there were only occasional mentioning of God in rare moments. I drove my mother crazy with my questions until finally she would reply " cause God made it that way." I thought OK. I already came to the conclusion there was a creator but didn't know anything about Him.
I got a radio for my 10th birthday and over time came across to BBN. I only learn enough to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior as I kneel down under a tree in the back yard. There were two things I had no doubt: God and I was a sinner. I didn't know exactly what happen to me: it was as something shocked me like that time I was shocked playing with that plug-in. I never forgot it.
I told my sisters I became a Christian when they began to tell how to be religious .. you got to keep the ten commandments..etc. I didn't know what the ten commandments were and they wasn't sure themselves. I wanted to keep the commandments but I know myself well enough to know I couldn't keep them for my whole life no matter what they were so I told God He could have his salvation back ... maybe when I'm on my death bed I turn to Christ as I'd thought I had to put my trust in Christ. But something changed that I couldn't get away from it. Of course now I know God didn't forsake me and guided me along the way.
As I became a teenager I tried to get my parents to take me to church even though I've never been I had a hunger to go there. They always tell me "you don't have to go to church to be a Christian." I finally went to church when I got my driver licenses and I was so disappointed to learn the pastor of that church know the scripture less than I did. (Now that I'm wiser I have doubts he believed in God). I didn't go to church for a few more years until I got married and meet my wife's brother-in-law who was a Church of God pastor. He tried to convinced me that you can lose your salvation. He could quote scripture left and right but if there is one thing I learn it's God wasn't an Indian-giver. He told me Indian-giver not in scripture and finally give up told me you believe like those Baptist. (to him that wasn't a good thing) I didn't what anyone believed but I decided to go to a Baptist church and found out he's right, I do agree more with the Baptist. ( My Baptist preacher was loaded with Bible knowledge) I'm still going to that same Baptist church today because a Church of God pastor.
I am sure your parents didn't believe that Santa Claus nor the Easter Bunny really existed either.
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