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I was raised in a Presbyterian Church in Williamsburg, Iowa and attended that church until the end of my high school years. I went to Sunday school and church, even got confirmed. I did all the things I thought being a Christian required. During my junior year, some of my friends began attending a Thursday night Bible study. I happened to have plans with one of the girls on a Thursday night and so I went with her afterwards. I had always enjoyed youth group and church so I thought this would be a fun, social thing that would also be a good work in God's eyes. Well, it was not at all what I expected. The social part was enjoyable, but the most incredible part was the teaching of the word and sharing of the Gospel. I had so many questions; what does “saved” mean?”, “Aren't I a Christian already?”, and so few answers. I continued going but pride kept me back from asking these question, of God and the Christians around me. I wanted to “catch up” to them. I didn't want to humble myself and admit that I needed Jesus and the forgiveness that only he could give. Then, in April 1996 I went to the passion play. When the invitation was given afterwards I admitted to God silently that I wanted Him to come into my life, I remember my Bible Study leader teaching from Psalm 37:5 around that same time. He told us that the word “commit” implied the idea of releasing your life to God. I knew that I had not been saved from my sin through good works or anything I did, only through Jesus. I wrote the word “release” in the space next to that passage to serve as a constant reminder of what Christ did when I released my life to Him. Almost three years later, on the evening of January 31, 1999, I was baptized at Faith Baptist Church in Iowa City as a testimony of identification with the death, burial, and resurrection of my Lord Jesus Christ. |
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