I was raised in a somewhat dysfunctional Orthodox Christian home. While my mother tried to instill the tenets of the faith in me, she was human and weak and sick and she gave up when I was around the age of 7 or 8. That is the time she stopped bringing me to Church. I was crushed, I felt a sense of emptiness and longing for "God's home." When a neighbor girl moved in who happened to attend church, I was so excited when they invited me to come with them because I thought that I'd be going to "God's home" again. This neighbor girl's family was Baptist. Now, up to this point, I loved Christ and had my own childish connection to Him (I had no idea about denominations, doctrine, or anything of that nature. Church was church, there was no difference to me). Anyway, I loved this girl's church, it was fun, kid oriented and I got to read the Bible and talk about God. I was excited and felt I was exactly where I needed to be.
Then the pivotal day came that changed e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g for me in my walk as a Christian. I was quietly taken aside during one of the youth group's meetings by one of the leaders and asked if I have ever accepted Jesus as my personal Savior. I asked her what she meant by that, and she began to explain to me about a prayer where I invite Jesus into my heart and if I have ever prayed this prayer. I cannot tell you how frightened I was (I was probably around the age of 10 or 11). Mind you, I had been baptized an Orthodox Christian (I reveled over those photos), I loved attending Church, I prayed to God all the time when I was alone, I used to feel so special going up to the priest to receive communion (I have some of the most fondest memories on the communion line), and basically loving God as much as my child's heart could in a dysfunctional home. So, when she told me about this prayer, I realized I had never said this prayer. At that moment, I broke out into an internal panic. I thought to myself "Oh no, am I not God's child? All this time, have I not been going to heaven?" I felt confused and angry at how the church my mother took me to failed me since they never told me to say this prayer. In other words, I was a spiritual mess.
It took me about 15 years to recover from that experience. Now I am raising my own child in the Orthodox faith. He has had a very similar start as me (minus the dysfunctional homelife). I believe that my son accepts Christ daily when he tells me to do the sign of the Cross and say grace before we eat, when he gets mad at me if I decide to take a Sunday off from the Divine Liturgy, when he gets excited to receive communion, when he asks me to give him his nightly blessing, when he decides to show me that he has learned to recite some of the Lord's prayer by heart, etc etc. This is all his heart response to God and this is his way of beginning the lifelong Jesus prayer. He does not need a "magical" prayer to say that will suddenly dictate that "he can now count himself as a child of God". Am I understanding the view of a child who is born and raised in the faith and how they come to fully realize that Jesus is Lord and accepts Him as such on his own volition?
Then the pivotal day came that changed e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g for me in my walk as a Christian. I was quietly taken aside during one of the youth group's meetings by one of the leaders and asked if I have ever accepted Jesus as my personal Savior. I asked her what she meant by that, and she began to explain to me about a prayer where I invite Jesus into my heart and if I have ever prayed this prayer. I cannot tell you how frightened I was (I was probably around the age of 10 or 11). Mind you, I had been baptized an Orthodox Christian (I reveled over those photos), I loved attending Church, I prayed to God all the time when I was alone, I used to feel so special going up to the priest to receive communion (I have some of the most fondest memories on the communion line), and basically loving God as much as my child's heart could in a dysfunctional home. So, when she told me about this prayer, I realized I had never said this prayer. At that moment, I broke out into an internal panic. I thought to myself "Oh no, am I not God's child? All this time, have I not been going to heaven?" I felt confused and angry at how the church my mother took me to failed me since they never told me to say this prayer. In other words, I was a spiritual mess.
It took me about 15 years to recover from that experience. Now I am raising my own child in the Orthodox faith. He has had a very similar start as me (minus the dysfunctional homelife). I believe that my son accepts Christ daily when he tells me to do the sign of the Cross and say grace before we eat, when he gets mad at me if I decide to take a Sunday off from the Divine Liturgy, when he gets excited to receive communion, when he asks me to give him his nightly blessing, when he decides to show me that he has learned to recite some of the Lord's prayer by heart, etc etc. This is all his heart response to God and this is his way of beginning the lifelong Jesus prayer. He does not need a "magical" prayer to say that will suddenly dictate that "he can now count himself as a child of God". Am I understanding the view of a child who is born and raised in the faith and how they come to fully realize that Jesus is Lord and accepts Him as such on his own volition?