Hi, I'm new to this site and would like to share my testimonial with all of you.
I actually went to church regulary at the age of 13. I found life in church to be rather fascinating, with all the praise and worship, the preaching and cell groups. However, I never really got to know who Christ was and what he is to me.
I left that church after a few years, having lost heart. For two years, my life was at its lowest. I dropped out of school, mixed with less than desirable company and stuff like that. I had lost myself. Who I am, what my purpose was in life.
That went on until one day, when my mother cajoled me into going to church with her. This church was very near our place, and she wanted me to accompany her. I refused to at first but after a few weeks, I gave in.
It was surprising, to say the least. I realised that there were people that genuinely cared for me. I was invited to their church camp that following year and I went. It was there in my hotel room that we had a worship session. It was there that Jesus touched me. I realised that Jesus had never let go of my hand. It was I who let go. On that day, I cried like I never did before. I was born again, and accepted Christ into my life as my lord and saviour.
It has been a few years since then. I am now baptised and serving actively in church. Once again, I would like to just thank God for everything.
I actually went to church regulary at the age of 13. I found life in church to be rather fascinating, with all the praise and worship, the preaching and cell groups. However, I never really got to know who Christ was and what he is to me.
I left that church after a few years, having lost heart. For two years, my life was at its lowest. I dropped out of school, mixed with less than desirable company and stuff like that. I had lost myself. Who I am, what my purpose was in life.
That went on until one day, when my mother cajoled me into going to church with her. This church was very near our place, and she wanted me to accompany her. I refused to at first but after a few weeks, I gave in.
It was surprising, to say the least. I realised that there were people that genuinely cared for me. I was invited to their church camp that following year and I went. It was there in my hotel room that we had a worship session. It was there that Jesus touched me. I realised that Jesus had never let go of my hand. It was I who let go. On that day, I cried like I never did before. I was born again, and accepted Christ into my life as my lord and saviour.
It has been a few years since then. I am now baptised and serving actively in church. Once again, I would like to just thank God for everything.
