How did you accept Jesus?

[Work in Progress]

For me, Jesus was a household name. I was raised in church. My sister, Called came home one day when I was five and told me I was going to hell.

OMgosh, I know you didn't mean that to be funny, but I am ROTFL here! What else are sisters for???

No really- it is funny! Deb always says that was her first witnessing experience! My sisters are bad!

Are you a sister too? I'm so lost!

[Orr v'emet]

For me, Jesus was a household name. I was raised in church. My sister, Called came home one day when I was five and told me I was going to hell.

OMgosh, I know you didn't mean that to be funny, but I am ROTFL here! What else are sisters for???

No really- it is funny! Deb always says that was her first witnessing experience! My sisters are bad!

Are you a sister too? I'm so lost!

yep...me, debbie (called) and shannon (born again) are all sisters. I was trying to be funny in those comments I made. We still laugh about it to this day. Debbie was only 6 at the time so imagine a child telling another they are going to hell. It wasn't funny then but looking back...sheesh. BTW, Deb and I always had a good grasp of spiritual things growing up, we had rub-a-dub dollies (if anyone can remember those!) and we used to baptize them in the bathtub! :oww:

[Guest Called]

For me, Jesus was a household name. I was raised in church. My sister, Called came home one day when I was five and told me I was going to hell.

OMgosh, I know you didn't mean that to be funny, but I am ROTFL here! What else are sisters for???

No really- it is funny! Deb always says that was her first witnessing experience! My sisters are bad!

Ahhh...the memories! The first time I witnessed...seems like it was just yesterday!

[keslc]

I posted my testimony in the "testimonies" forum when I first started visitiing Worthy. I know many people have joined since I posted, so I will re-post here.

I too grew up in a christian home. My parents are officers in The Salvation Army...yeah, I'm an OB (officers brat, lol) which means they are ordained pastors. All my childhood I thought this granted me some sort of special rights or prestige and I was a very proud child. ("well, my parents are MAJORS, so I can do......" came out of my mouth a lot!) I also thought this gave me some sort of pass into heaven, so while I knew about Jesus and could tell Bible stories up and down and left and right, I was not saved. When I was 13, I was at a Salvation Army summer camp and a new girl in our cabin introduced us to "games" (yeah...games...right!) such as fortune/future telling type of stuff. In the process of these "games" one of our friends became possesed and set herself on fire. I totally freaked and all that would come out of my mouth was "JESUS!" like someone scared to death calling for their mother. Shelby was there with us and she and some other kids ran to find adult help. The adults came and we basically witnessed an exorcism and then we all had a VERY LONG talk about what had happened. We ended up in the chapel and I hung around in there after everyone left. I remember thinking to myself, "I never realized this was all so real and so powerful" then a voice said to me, "now that you know, choose.." I believe it was God telling me to make my choice and stop playing games. So I prayed and asked for forgiveness and told God I wanted to serve Him, because I knew He loved me.

[Guest Thomas I believe]

Hi Jade, Well for me my day of salvation came 20 years after my birth. I was raised Catholic and went to church as all children do. I was an altar boy, played guitar in the folk group at 4:00 saturday mass. Went on ski trips etc with my church and even tho i did all this i didnt feel Jesus in my life. Every Mass i would look at the cross and nothing. I beleived there was A God but i did'nt feel him. I was not Walking with him. My life was showing that as i sank further in to pits of drug use and everything that goes with that. At age 20 i knew things were very bad and with some coaxing from a few close freinds i signed up for a Catholic retreat called TEC(teens encounter Christ)it was a 3 day retreat and something began to happen thereon day 2. I was hurting from where my life was at and I really needed comfort from all of it. That night (day2) we were in small groups Praying and we were passing a Crusifix around the circle we all got to hold it as we continue to pray. Some other people had started weeping and i felt something so deep i had never felt before ever. I held that cross and looked at it and then for the first time realized what he had done for me. At that moment God shook my very soul and i broke into deep tears. I layed there and weeped for at least 30 minutes. Jesus had touched me so deeply and was freeing me of all that pain. Healing me and he continues to do that today 24 years Later. He Loves us so much we mus'nt forget that ever. Praise God Michael

[Guest Jem]

YAll be glad and proud.. my parents dont even attend church with me its sad.. but oh well.. *sigh*

Jen

ya Mike

[stevehut]

I have always been unconfortable with the idea of "accepting Jesus", because it seems that you're making the assumption that Jesus has already accepted you. Which might not be the case, if you haven't repented of your sins.

Being spiritually lazy, we naturally tend to gravitate toward the easiest way of settling our religious questions for ourselves and others

[stevehut]

For me, Jesus was a household name. I was raised in church. My sister, Called came home one day when I was five and told me I was going to hell.

Sounds like a guilt trip to me.

I can't imagine doing that with anyone. Especially with a child, who (as you mentioned) doesn't have the capacity to know what it means.

[stevehut]

I feel like I didn't completely accept Jesus until the night I was baptized.

Of course.

Acceptance without obedience is useless.

And partial obedience (especially when you know better) is not obedience.

[Guest Called]

For me, Jesus was a household name.  I was raised in church.  My sister, Called came home one day when I was five and told me I was going to hell.

Sounds like a guilt trip to me.

I can't imagine doing that with anyone. Especially with a child, who (as you mentioned) doesn't have the capacity to know what it means.

Steve...I was only 6 years old when I said that!