This is long, so I’ll break it up into pieces over the next week or so…
If you’d have asked me a few years ago, I would never have thought I would be sharing my testimony. I accepted Christ when I was 4 years old. During the earlier years of my childhood, we did the church thing–
Sunday School…
followed by the sermon…
returning for the evening service…
then back again on Wednesday…
Then as an early teen, my parents, broken and grieved, tired of the facade, and we stopped going to church as a family. I continued to go to youth group for almost a year, but eventually I faded out.
I never thought I would be sharing my testimony because I always thought I had a rather boring testimony. I lived a pretty good life, I thought.
I’ve always been a very capable person.
Did well in school.
Always involved in extra-curricular activities.
Worked to support myself through college.
Then graduate school.
Even during the 10 years I spent away from church, I never fell into the bondage of alcohol, drugs, promiscuity, crime, or anything dramatic.
I often thought “what have I been saved from?”
I would try to imagine where I might be without Christ…
