I was born with major medical problems that required five open heart surgeries among other things. My faith was really strong up until high school when the, ‘why me’ attitude started to kick in. The inability to do some things that my peers were able to do. Coupled with, completely unrelated, bullying made me doubt the existence of God. I was super shy and unconfident in high school and one of my “friends” bullied me for being quiet. She even talked to the school guidance councilor because she thought I had anti-social disorder. Being in psychology I knew what that disorder was. And I didn’t have it. But I wasn’t about to give her a lesson in psychology. I haven’t talked to her since and I think she had a little run in with the law after graduation. But I am not sure where she is now.
It wasn’t until Adoration during a school retreat that I gave my life to God. Even though I grew up Catholic.
A few years later, during community college, my faith started to waver again. Then I went to a Nazarene University. Nothing against Nazarenes, I had them in my family. But I have never seen so many anti-Catholics in my life. Most of them didn’t think we were considered Christians and my religion class turned into a Catholic bashing session. I think God put me in that school for that year for a reason. I started to research and learn more about my Catholic faith and started to believe in Catholicism more and more. Continue reading
I grew up in a Christian home where we went to Church and Sunday school every Sunday. We also attended Bible school every summer.
When I was 5 years old, I was at Bible school at our Church. At the end of every day our teachers had us bow our heads and close our eyes to pray. On this particular day our teacher said if anyone wanted to accept Jesus as their Savior to raise their hand. I knew then that this is what I wanted, so I raised my hand. The teacher came and prayed with me. Then she said I should tell someone what I did. When I got home I told my mom, she was happy, but being on a farm and a big family, she was also very busy. Continue reading
My come to Jesus moment that I’d like to share was more of a wake-up call for me. It was an incident that was subtle, but I’ve never forgotten it.
I grew up in a faithful family where we attended Catholic Mass every weekend. I never really ever wanted to go but my parents always made me. After graduating from high school, I moved away from home and started my independent life which included no Mass on Sundays. Continue reading
Do you ever remember feeling this deep, dark hole in your heart that just can’t be filled, no matter how much you try?
My story began when I was a Junior in High School. I was the typical High Schooler. I played all the sports, hung out with the “cool” kids and even dabbled in some drinking. But it was when I was at my low point in life that I turned my life to God. Continue reading
I am 47 years old, married for 25 years and have 3 great children. Throughout my life I have had several come to Jesus moments were I have felt the presence through me and/or lead me in a certain direction. When I was in Junior High I attended Fellowship Of Christian Athletes, one weekend we stayed at a cabin and it was a great experience talking with the councilors one on one and learning about God . On the last night we reenacted the Lords Supper and had Communion all together as a group. I remember an overwhelming sense of Peace and Joy come through me and I knew we were not alone and God was there with us during this special moment.
Matthew 7:7″Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
This is a true story about how Jesus renewed my faith by going through a near-death experience. Now, I’ve always accepted Jesus in my life and felt that He loved me. My parents raised me to never doubt the teachings of Jesus and to always be faithful to Him. But unfortunately, every once in a while I fall into a rut. This was a big moment that changed my life forever. Continue reading