I’ve been going to Grace Community Church my whole life, and was your average “good kid”. I never got into much trouble, knew most answers to questions, and even had contests in sermons with my best friend to see who could write the most notes. But on the inside, I didn’t care at all, my motives weren’t for Christ. I proclaimed to be a Christian, and even although I wasn’t purposely rebelling against Christ, if you are not a child of God, you are an enemy of God. As I grew older, I was able to sin in worse ways, I listened to music I shouldn’t have, I did wrong things on the computer, and had many negative influences. My sin was purposeful, and I enjoyed it; I didn’t care about hiding it. My life was spinning out of control, destined to crash.
One night in my freshman year of high school, I just couldn’t sleep. I was just lying there, thinking about my sin, the guilt of it was all upon me. I got up to get my dad, and he explained why I was feeling that way. He said I wasn’t a Christian, and told me how to be one. I knew everything he was saying to me, but for the first time, I truly understood it. I realized who I was, a pitiful sinner living for himself in sin, denying God’s invitation to be his son. I realized who God really was, a merciful, just, and holy God who could have, and should have, killed me for any one of the numerous sins I had committed, but loved me in spite of all that, and loved me enough to ask me to be his son. That night I accepted Christ as my personal Lord and Savior, and changes started to happen.
It’s not that I immediately stopped sinning; the battle against sin only began. I now had Christ on my side, and could resist temptation. My life was altered in many ways. I turned away from the sinful things I had been doing, had desires to read my bible, to do what I knew in my heart was right.
Now, I still struggle with sin and the desire to be holy, but as Philippians 4:13 says, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
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