I was raised in a Christian home by some great parents. I was at church any time the doors were open, and at the age of 8 I made a profession of faith and was baptized shortly after. However, when I was 14 at a church camp, I “re-dedicated” my life. I believed this time was real, but it wasn’t.
I was a great faker. I did and said the right things in front of the right people. I went to a Christian school, I went to church, I didn’t smoke and didn’t drink. Anybody looking at me from the outside would believe I was a solid Christian. Even I believed that I was a solid Christian, but my heart was dark and far from God.
When I was 23, my heart and my eyes were finally opened. I don’t remember the date, time or what happened, but I just remember that everything changed. The only thing I can point to about my salvation is the sheer grace and mercy of God. My story is not really about me, it is about Jesus.
Jesus redeemed me and not because of anything I ever did. He did it all, He rescued me, He died for me, and He loved me before I was even born. Because of Jesus, I can boast all about my weakness to others and not be ashamed.
I’ll end this with one of my favorite quotes, “Christianity is one beggar telling another beggar where he found bread.” That’s what I want do in my life, because I’m a beggar, I want to tell the other beggars where to find the true bread of life.