Today, Mark and I officially became members of our church. We participated in a newcomers’ class and aligned ourselves with the mission, vision and beliefs of the church. Before finishing the process, we all shared our story of how we became a Christian. Here is my story:
I was raised in a great home and a wonderful church. We always went to church. Whether for a revival, choir practice, pot luck, to clean the inside or to mow the outside, we were there every time the doors were open. One summer during Vacation Bible School, I remember going into one of the church offices with a group of kids and being talked to by the leader. The next thing I know we were all getting baptized.
One Sunday morning something happened that I won’t ever forget. It was the Sunday before I started my senior year in high school. I remember sitting in the pew listening to Bro. Brillhart (my pastor for 26 years) preach and as he started the invitation, an overwhelming feeling came over me. I just knew something wasn’t right in my heart. I stepped out and walk down the aisle and remember telling the man at the front, “I don’t think I’m saved!” I was ushered out by a dear lady, Mrs. Francis Sample who resides in heaven now. I was shown the Scriptures that I had read and even memorized in AWANA. I just knew God was immediately and powerfully drawing me to Him. I wanted to personally place my trust in Him. I remember saying a prayer and when I walked away, I felt like 1000 pounds had been lifted off my chest. I knew I had just officially become a member of the family of God!
So that’s my story. What’s yours?