When you accept God into your heart, what does it feel like? I recall doing it twice, because the first time, I was homesick at a sleepover at my local Christian camp, and the second time, I did it because I was sort of tempted by one of the counselors at the same camp because they didn't think I meant it the first time since I was really young and didn't exactly understand Jesus' sacrifice.
But I remember that the first time I did it, I couldn't breathe for one second and then the next moment I stopped crying and was really happy.
The second time, I merely felt like I wanted to cry. Not exactly out of joy or sorrow, but I just wanted to cry.
Are any of these two (or both) what you're supposed to feel when you accept Christ into your heart?
Also, is it true that once you accept Christ, no matter what you do, you can't go to hell (another thing I was taught at the Christian camp)?
But I remember that the first time I did it, I couldn't breathe for one second and then the next moment I stopped crying and was really happy.
The second time, I merely felt like I wanted to cry. Not exactly out of joy or sorrow, but I just wanted to cry.
Are any of these two (or both) what you're supposed to feel when you accept Christ into your heart?
Also, is it true that once you accept Christ, no matter what you do, you can't go to hell (another thing I was taught at the Christian camp)?