Could Recite Bible Stories-But no Relationship With Christ

I was born and raised in a Christian home. I grew up hearing about Jesus and Heaven, but it never really clicked. I heard the Bible stories so many times that I could recite them from memory, but I couldn’t tell you the significance of the story.

It wasn’t until one night when I was six years old that it all finally made sense. I don’t remember the date; all I know is it changed my life forever. It was a Sunday night, and we had just gotten home from church, and I was getting into bed. That night Pastor Mark had talked about Hell and the eternal separation from God that came as the consequence for not accepting God’s gift of salvation. I had never really thought about the consequences for my sins until that night. I hadn’t even really thought about Hell until then. The thought of being separated from God forever freaked me out. I didn’t want to go to Hell. I wanted to be with God forever.

Right there in bed I knew what to do. I prayed the prayer that I had prayed so many times before but never really meant, and that that moment, I knew that I was a changed person. When my dad came up to tuck me in, I was so excited to tell him about what I had just done. I don’t know if he remembers that night or not, but I for sure do. From time to time, I have strayed from God, but I always return to Him and I know that He will never ever let me go.