My dear friend Brianna has invented this blog parade called Radiance, and I'm am joining her. The purpose behind this event is to get us thinking about the deeper, more thought-provoking subjects in life, rather than just brushing over them.
When did you give your life to Jesus? How did He reach out to you? What was your first response?
My parents were raised in Christian homes and are Christians themselves, so naturally, I was raised in a Christian home. I have been going to church and hearing Bible stories and Scripture verses recited aloud since I was a little girl. I accepted Jesus into my heart at age 5 and fully expected to go the Heaven. As far as faith went, everything was packed into neat little boxes with bows. My spiritual life was organized, and I didn't need to do anything else. I had heard stories of missionaries and such who were persecuted because of their faith, but surely that wouldn't happen to ME. I didn't even live in any of those countries, for goodness' sake--I lived in the United States of America, where I could shout to the world from the Walmart parking lot that I was a Christian and virtually nothing bad would come of it.
Nearly a year and a half ago, I began blogging. And I truly believe the LORD used this for my good. I began following several blogs by lovely Christian young ladies, and I was completely startled by their faith. They seemed so happy about it, like every day was an adventure.
"I want that!" I thought to myself. "I want to know the Scriptures as well as they do. I don't want to confine Bible-reading and Jesus to Sundays only. I don't want to pray only when I want something for myself!"
Through deep prayer, reflection and much searching of God's Word, I began to grow in my faith. I also began delving into these ladies' blogs, and there I discovered new ideas that had never occurred to me before, such as courtship, modesty, and saving your first kiss for your wedding day. These ideas affected who I am now. Material things still mattered to me, but they mattered so much less. Compared to God, the world and all its earthly treasures seemed fake and worthless.
It wasn't that I was not a Christian before; my problem was that I was not growing. I was physically and mentally growing, but my spiritual life and my relationship with my Savior was the same as it had been when I was 5 years old. It was almost as if I was still learning that 2 + 2 = 4!
I certainly am not done growing spiritually. In fact, I don't think I ever will be. The more I learn of Christianity, the less I understand it. But really, think about it: are we meant to understand it all? If we understood everything, where would be the need for God? The better I get to know my Savior and my LORD, the more I realize how much I need Him and how worthless I am without Him.