Hokay~ So... here is my testimony is full detail! ^^
Well, I was born into a Christian family, but we never went to church, etc. Sure, we would go maybe one every few months and for the holidays, but that's about it. Anyways, I had always been a good kid, and I still am, but when seventh grade started, everything began to go down hill for me. I mean, I got 4.00's, but by downhills I meant... I just began to become a different person.
I was being transformed by the people around me. I began swearing, telling perverted jokes, gossiping, laughing at people's misfortune with my friends. However, at the same time, I was becoming a Christian-at-home person. However, as the end of the year came about, I basically dropped that.
Now, that Summer I was watching a show on the Universe and in my mind I suddenly thought "you know what! What has God done in my life? If he's so loving and kind, why would he let so many millions of humans suffer!? Why would he let people go to Hell! If that is the God of the Universe, I don't want Him in my life!" I got angry at him, for no reason, and threw him out of the window and picture. I know God cried that day... I threw away one of my closest friends. I became an Atheist, totally set out to disprove and destroy Christianity.
"How dare they claim to be right! There are tons of other religions, what makes those stupid Christians right!?" I would think, and I just became terrible. I sunk so low that I thought anyone who was a Christian was a complete and total idiot.
Now, when 8th grade started up, I was still an Atheist for the first month. However, when October began rolling in... I began to feel empty inside. I began to feel left out of something greater. I felt a calling back to the true God, but I refused. I said "no! I won't go back to that old way of life! Why should I?" So I began to search for a new religion. One that didn't have a God. I found Buddhism, and began practicing it. Then, about a month or month and a half into it, I began feeling another emptiness.
I needed something to worship. I needed something more to beleive in. Something, or someone. Then... the calling back to God happened again, but I refused. I looked for Roman Gods to worship, Greek Gods, Mayan, Aztec, Norse, Shinto Gods and Goddess' to worship. But it didn't seem satisfactory. So for awhile longer I remained a Buddhist. That would soon change.
Then... for the next week, every day, that calling to God just grew stronger and stronger, but I resisted and resisted as much as I could. I wouldn't go back to Christianity, I just wouldn't, I thought. Think of my resistance as a wall, and God's calling me as a wave, or jackhammer, breaking down that wall.
I kept resisting and resisting and resisting, then suddenly I reached for my Bible. I felt comforted just holding it... Then, anger rose up again and I threw the Bible down and left my room. That Sunday, for some reason, my parents decided to go to church. They made me go, though I didn't want to go.
Throughout the sermon, I sat in anger and disbelief, thinking how could these people beleive this? Even so, the Pastor's words wore down my wall of resistance. Then, as we were leaving, strolling through the front area, my parents were like "oh, look at this!" We walked over to a Christmas-store sign up sheet thing. (It was when people bought and brought in new toys for families in Detroit, so they could buy them very very cheap. Like, a $15 shirt for only like... 3 or 4 dollars~ That kind of thing.)
Anyways, the guy standing there began telling my parents about it, and I was listening. Instantly I thought... "Wow... Maybe these Christians aren't so heartless after all." Then the guy looked up at me and said "would your son like to do it? He would be great for taking the baskets for the family to the cars!" Instantly, my resistance shattered like a piece of glass. God's love flooded into me, and I smiled for the first time in awhile. I accepted. And as soon as I got home, I accepted Jesus back into my life. I have never been the same since...
Since that day, I have stopped swearing, though I still struggles with perverted jokes in 8th grade. Though, this Summer has been a blessing and I've changed a lot, I can't wait for High School, and to show that I am now a real Christian!
My parents never learned of my Atheist/Buddhist beleifs. And I'm glad they didn't, they may have never made me go to church that one day... that God broke down my barriers and brought me to a new life. I still look back and think... "wow... all the events that led me back to Christ seem kind of... amazing. God used a man that day to bring me to Christ, and that guy didn't even know it..."
That's my testimony~! ^^
Edit: I'm now going into 10th Grade! O: This coming up November/December will be my second year as being a Christian! ^^
EDIT/UPDATE - 8/17/2010 - Throughout my Sophomore year, I went through periods of high elation and total stagnation in my faith. Further, in the winter... I fell, briefly, into Wicca. Then, in the Summer, this Summer Vacation actually, probably in June, I began dabbling in Wicca again. However, after about a week into it, God's presence was... so impressed on my life. i couldn't resist, at all! Then, I saw a video of Hellfire from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. When the Red Judgment Angels singing "mea culpa" appeared, my heart broke into a million pieces and quickly stopped the dabbling.
As of now, I am reading the Bible more and more, praying on my knees for Him to come into my heart and life. Though I have a lot of work, my faith is regrowing from the fallen ashes of my sophomore year!
However, there is a constant threat to it. And it is Islam. For some reason, Islam pulls, yanks, and tugs at me as if to say it is stronger than Christianity. I know the facts but... It is scary. I have no idea what this feeling is about.
Well, I was born into a Christian family, but we never went to church, etc. Sure, we would go maybe one every few months and for the holidays, but that's about it. Anyways, I had always been a good kid, and I still am, but when seventh grade started, everything began to go down hill for me. I mean, I got 4.00's, but by downhills I meant... I just began to become a different person.
I was being transformed by the people around me. I began swearing, telling perverted jokes, gossiping, laughing at people's misfortune with my friends. However, at the same time, I was becoming a Christian-at-home person. However, as the end of the year came about, I basically dropped that.
Now, that Summer I was watching a show on the Universe and in my mind I suddenly thought "you know what! What has God done in my life? If he's so loving and kind, why would he let so many millions of humans suffer!? Why would he let people go to Hell! If that is the God of the Universe, I don't want Him in my life!" I got angry at him, for no reason, and threw him out of the window and picture. I know God cried that day... I threw away one of my closest friends. I became an Atheist, totally set out to disprove and destroy Christianity.
"How dare they claim to be right! There are tons of other religions, what makes those stupid Christians right!?" I would think, and I just became terrible. I sunk so low that I thought anyone who was a Christian was a complete and total idiot.
Now, when 8th grade started up, I was still an Atheist for the first month. However, when October began rolling in... I began to feel empty inside. I began to feel left out of something greater. I felt a calling back to the true God, but I refused. I said "no! I won't go back to that old way of life! Why should I?" So I began to search for a new religion. One that didn't have a God. I found Buddhism, and began practicing it. Then, about a month or month and a half into it, I began feeling another emptiness.
I needed something to worship. I needed something more to beleive in. Something, or someone. Then... the calling back to God happened again, but I refused. I looked for Roman Gods to worship, Greek Gods, Mayan, Aztec, Norse, Shinto Gods and Goddess' to worship. But it didn't seem satisfactory. So for awhile longer I remained a Buddhist. That would soon change.
Then... for the next week, every day, that calling to God just grew stronger and stronger, but I resisted and resisted as much as I could. I wouldn't go back to Christianity, I just wouldn't, I thought. Think of my resistance as a wall, and God's calling me as a wave, or jackhammer, breaking down that wall.
I kept resisting and resisting and resisting, then suddenly I reached for my Bible. I felt comforted just holding it... Then, anger rose up again and I threw the Bible down and left my room. That Sunday, for some reason, my parents decided to go to church. They made me go, though I didn't want to go.
Throughout the sermon, I sat in anger and disbelief, thinking how could these people beleive this? Even so, the Pastor's words wore down my wall of resistance. Then, as we were leaving, strolling through the front area, my parents were like "oh, look at this!" We walked over to a Christmas-store sign up sheet thing. (It was when people bought and brought in new toys for families in Detroit, so they could buy them very very cheap. Like, a $15 shirt for only like... 3 or 4 dollars~ That kind of thing.)
Anyways, the guy standing there began telling my parents about it, and I was listening. Instantly I thought... "Wow... Maybe these Christians aren't so heartless after all." Then the guy looked up at me and said "would your son like to do it? He would be great for taking the baskets for the family to the cars!" Instantly, my resistance shattered like a piece of glass. God's love flooded into me, and I smiled for the first time in awhile. I accepted. And as soon as I got home, I accepted Jesus back into my life. I have never been the same since...
Since that day, I have stopped swearing, though I still struggles with perverted jokes in 8th grade. Though, this Summer has been a blessing and I've changed a lot, I can't wait for High School, and to show that I am now a real Christian!
My parents never learned of my Atheist/Buddhist beleifs. And I'm glad they didn't, they may have never made me go to church that one day... that God broke down my barriers and brought me to a new life. I still look back and think... "wow... all the events that led me back to Christ seem kind of... amazing. God used a man that day to bring me to Christ, and that guy didn't even know it..."
That's my testimony~! ^^
Edit: I'm now going into 10th Grade! O: This coming up November/December will be my second year as being a Christian! ^^
EDIT/UPDATE - 8/17/2010 - Throughout my Sophomore year, I went through periods of high elation and total stagnation in my faith. Further, in the winter... I fell, briefly, into Wicca. Then, in the Summer, this Summer Vacation actually, probably in June, I began dabbling in Wicca again. However, after about a week into it, God's presence was... so impressed on my life. i couldn't resist, at all! Then, I saw a video of Hellfire from the Hunchback of Notre Dame. When the Red Judgment Angels singing "mea culpa" appeared, my heart broke into a million pieces and quickly stopped the dabbling.
As of now, I am reading the Bible more and more, praying on my knees for Him to come into my heart and life. Though I have a lot of work, my faith is regrowing from the fallen ashes of my sophomore year!
However, there is a constant threat to it. And it is Islam. For some reason, Islam pulls, yanks, and tugs at me as if to say it is stronger than Christianity. I know the facts but... It is scary. I have no idea what this feeling is about.
