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I was raised in a Christian home. My mother is a life-long Baptist, my father is a Roman Catholic, both sets of grandparents were Baptists (Dad's parents are with The Lord, and so is my mom's mom. My mom's dad is all I have left and he just turned 91 this year.) They all taught me about God, Jesus, and The Bible from day one. So, in all honesty, I've never really NOT known who He was. I don't recall the exact age, but I remember asking mom's mom one night "how do you get to heaven?" and she told me the Gospel. How Christ died for us and how you place your trust in Him and what He did. I took that and ran with it when I was 12. I knew I needed Him and I wanted to be right with God. I got baptized and the change hit me. I knew I was a new creature. Unfortunately, I was 12. I hit puberty right at that point and needless to say the typical desires of that age and the teen years took over and that was all she wrote. At age 14 my mom's mom passed away suddenly, and I fell into drugs and other habits. After a while I really lost my faith and even started identifying as a non-believer (even though I knew deep down I was wrong.)
This changed when I was 17. A high school class mate and good friend was killed in a car accident just weeks before we were to start our senior year. After the funeral, I sat and thought to myself, "my belief system is telling me he's just gone. Thats it. I can't accept this." So at that point I became a deist, I said I knew their was a supreme being and ultimate place of rest for the dead (still knowing deep down I was wrong.) This "profession" (and I say profession because I didn't actually believe it) persisted until age 19.
When i was 19 I had a spiritual experience. Kind of came out of the blue. Long story short, I confessed that the supreme being was indeed God of the bible. Jesus Christ. While I acknowledged what I always knew, I made no attempt to live right in his eyes for the next 4 years. Though I did read the Bible from time to time.
It wasn't until I lost another friend, was nearly killed myself one night, and deep conversations with a pastor who I worked with (who was a Pentecostal Church of God preacher) that I knew I needed to recommit and I did. I have never really been the same since. I've had a couple of periods (lasting longer than I want to admit) where I have backslidden but here I am yet again.
This changed when I was 17. A high school class mate and good friend was killed in a car accident just weeks before we were to start our senior year. After the funeral, I sat and thought to myself, "my belief system is telling me he's just gone. Thats it. I can't accept this." So at that point I became a deist, I said I knew their was a supreme being and ultimate place of rest for the dead (still knowing deep down I was wrong.) This "profession" (and I say profession because I didn't actually believe it) persisted until age 19.
When i was 19 I had a spiritual experience. Kind of came out of the blue. Long story short, I confessed that the supreme being was indeed God of the bible. Jesus Christ. While I acknowledged what I always knew, I made no attempt to live right in his eyes for the next 4 years. Though I did read the Bible from time to time.
It wasn't until I lost another friend, was nearly killed myself one night, and deep conversations with a pastor who I worked with (who was a Pentecostal Church of God preacher) that I knew I needed to recommit and I did. I have never really been the same since. I've had a couple of periods (lasting longer than I want to admit) where I have backslidden but here I am yet again.