Until the time I was 13, my family attended a United Methodist church. I don’t really remember much of what was taught, but I know that I was baptized as an infant, and later confirmed in middle school. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love God. I grew up learning about Him, understanding He wanted me to be good and live a moral life. I believed He was near and that He loved me. I could go to Him for anything, whenever I wanted. But I don’t remember much importance (if any) being placed on accepting Jesus as my Savior.
When my family moved from North Carolina to Indiana, we stopped going to church for a while. But, I met a girl at school and she invited me to her church and I began regularly attending with her. This church was a lot different than the Methodist church we’d attended in North Carolina. After attending for several months, I began to better understand the concept of salvation and the necessity of asking Jesus to save me from my sins. So, at youth camp, the summer I was 15, I “rededicated” my life to the Lord. I realize now I was too prideful to admit I wasn’t a Christian up until that point. Nevertheless, I was baptized by immersion soon after and remember experiencing an indescribable joy. I can remember so clearly being in the baptistery wanting everyone in the church to hear the answers to the questions they asked me, so EVERYONE would know that I was a follower of Jesus Christ.
What about you? Did you grow up loving Jesus?