My story is a pretty standard one I would say in the “Christian circle”, I grew up attending church with my family and so have always had the knowledge of what my faith entails… however it was never personal to me at until I was about 11/12. I had increasing concerns about life in general, the looming certainty of death at the end, and what, if anything, would come after this. I remember praying… a lot. Praying about what purpose there was in this life, and what my purpose was. I knew I believed what I had learnt at church and through the Bible but I didn’t know what to do with this belief. I prayed for a sign about what to do next. And then one day my mum came home and said that a good friend of mine at church was going to be baptised, I distinctly remember never being so sure of anything in my life, that this was the “sign”, this was what I also needed to do. At the time it was that simple, the belief what I knew was true, the acceptance that Christ died for my sins and that I needed to be baptised. From there my faith has grown; the full understanding of the magnitude of what Jesus did for me… that nothing I do can ever be enough to be reconciled with God… that all fall short of the Glory of God, and that that is why Jesus died, in my place, and took God’s wrath and judgement instead of me.
