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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 8:01 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 1:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:59 pm
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My Testamony? I dunno... I had punched out a teacher at school, got expelled and my mom felt moved to go back to a Baptist church(our family used to be none-active Mormons...) so we began to go to Faith Baptist.
Me and my big sis had been into Wicca and absolutely hated the "snobby" christian enviornment... which is funny, considering that we were supposed to be accepting of other religious beliefs, according to our paganist doctrines. That's the Devil for ya, amen?
So anyway, my sis got saved, and I was furious with her, betraying our pagan worship. I intentionally brought her down and beat her over the head with how angery I was with her decision until she retreated back into my vision of her. Yeah, she's only just barely a week ago come back to the Lord, hauling Larry, her husband, happily along with her! Praise the Lord!!!
So! We began going to Wasatch Baptist(a long story) and I began thinking "Hey... I need Jesus", but in not so many words. I really felt that I needed what these people had... So I quietly swiped one of the church tracts with a little salvation prayer on the back, went into my room, and recited it, then re-said it in my own words. I still didn't feel clean and pure like everyone said I would! So I kept on praying it. Nothing happened that whole time. I thought "Aren't I supposed to feel different? Feel SOMETHING?" Yeah. I gave up, but I told myself to remember that moment forever because it was supposed to be special. I told myself that, years from now, I'd like to remember it in case I needed a testamony to tell.
To this day I have no idea when I actually got saved. I expect it was some time before that day in my room, but will never be sure. Not until recently was I even sure whether or not I was saved. I knew for sure the time when a preacher named David Cook(no relation to american idol, people) who, before he preached his actual message, was moved to tell us how we can be sure of our salvation, and that was when I was sure.
Yeah... this was a pretty boring testamony, I guess... But I dunno...
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 6:20 am
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I didn't grow up in a Christian family, but I had gone to church on and off since about three years old. My mom thought being raised in a church would bring good moral values into my life. It did- I believed in a god, didn't smoke, drink, or otherwise act out, I had faith in higher beings (think Oprah style faith)
This church I went to though, never preached of the salvation of Jesus Christ.
At 17, I had come to a time in my life, where I was moving, taking a large trip, and getting ready to enter my senior year of highschool. It was the make or break me to religion year in my life. I was also at a point, where I was starting to act out- swear a lot, read and watch things I would have never considered before.
When I had went away that summer, I had met some actual Christian people- and I wanted what they had. I never asked them anything, but I kinda watched from afar. I did though, have intense discussion with a couple of girls who were Islam and Ba'hai respectively. They too, were strong in their faith.
At that time, I did consider myself a "christian" because I went to church.
Later that summer, I prayed for strength to get me through a day I knew would be extremely tough. I had the strength to get through the day.
By this time, school was ready to start up again.
God knew that this was a keep me or lose me time. Because when school started, I became friends with a guy who had just been an acquaintance before. That summer he had been saved, and was FERVENTLY telling us about it.
Then he started a youth bible study Friday nights, and invited me. There was worship(and not the traditional kind on an organ and with a choir that was 100 years old, and heavy hymn books). It was the worship music that kept me coming back, at about the 3rd week he played "Above All" and the line "crucified, laid behind a stone, lived to die, rejected and alone, like a rose, trampled on the ground, You took the fall, and thought of me, Above all."
It affected me, stayed with me, I realized the truth of Christ's deity, and his sacrifice for me.
I didn't accept Christ that night, but a couple of months later. Although, my mannerisms changed, and I felt much more at peace. This friend of mine, I know he noticed the changes- he started inviting me to church every week. Finally, one Sunday morning (the week after I turned 1 cool I called him up, and asked for a ride to church.
It was that day, I prayed the prayer- but I too think it was someday before that, that I had actually accepted Christ as my Lord and Saviour.
All thanks to God and this one persistant friend, who has been my Christian support.
To this friend, I love you for showing me Christ.
Trenna
As for age, I am 20, a few months from 21. I live in Canada.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 10:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:45 pm
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hmm. well, my parents were saved when they were in their 20s, and then my older brother got saved, then i was born. so i was raised in a Christian home all my life and had accepted Christ at a young age. but this year has been....interesting. at the beginning of this year, i stared having self doubts, and questioning my faith, i would get depressed a lot, hated myself, hated my body and had no self esteem, and even cut myself a few times. and i made the mistake of keeping this all a secret. so yeah, i was falling into the black. and the year prior to this, i got into witchcraft. luckily God bailed me outta that one. and so anyhow, i was crying myself to sleep, and doubting, and hating who i was, and questioning why God made me such a loser. why couldnt He have just done a miracle and made me one of those "good Christians?" i even thought of suicide once. but one night like 7 months later i was listening to my mp3 player in bed at like 3 in the morning, and i started listening to Camatose by Skillet. and omg, it was like God hit me on the head or something. my eyes were wide open, and i stared just sobbing and talking to God with so much passion that i never thought i had. and i just asked God to forgive me, and realized how stupid i was being. and i cant say i was perfect from then on, cuz obviously that is a lie. i still have doubts sometimes, and i still get depressed on occasion. but not like it was. i am so thankful that we have a God so forgiving. so willing to welcome us back home when we stray away from Him. i will never be able to comprehend the grace He has for us, nor find words to express how He changed my life that night.....
P.S. i am 14, soon to be 15 in a few months and am in USA
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 6:05 am
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Sagone Hishukato hmm. well, my parents were saved when they were in their 20s, and then my older brother got saved, then i was born. so i was raised in a Christian home all my life and had accepted Christ at a young age. but this year has been....interesting. at the beginning of this year, i stared having self doubts, and questioning my faith, i would get depressed a lot, hated myself, hated my body and had no self esteem, and even cut myself a few times. and i made the mistake of keeping this all a secret. so yeah, i was falling into the black. and the year prior to this, i got into witchcraft. luckily God bailed me outta that one. and so anyhow, i was crying myself to sleep, and doubting, and hating who i was, and questioning why God made me such a loser. why couldnt He have just done a miracle and made me one of those "good Christians?" i even thought of suicide once. but one night like 7 months later i was listening to my mp3 player in bed at like 3 in the morning, and i started listening to Camatose by Skillet. and omg, it was like God hit me on the head or something. my eyes were wide open, and i stared just sobbing and talking to God with so much passion that i never thought i had. and i just asked God to forgive me, and realized how stupid i was being. and i cant say i was perfect from then on, cuz obviously that is a lie. i still have doubts sometimes, and i still get depressed on occasion. but not like it was. i am so thankful that we have a God so forgiving. so willing to welcome us back home when we stray away from Him. i will never be able to comprehend the grace He has for us, nor find words to express how He changed my life that night..... P.S. i am 14, soon to be 15 in a few months and am in USA
That's so awesome. I think God put Skillet here to save us. Lol. I can't tell you how many people have told me that they were listening to Skillet when they got saved, or rededicated or whatever. Skillet, if you read this, you rock!!! LOL |
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 7:59 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:22 pm
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 12:32 pm
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Um, hi. My testimony isn't that great, unless you can relate with it, but here goes nothing.
I was raised in a 'Christian' household. My mom was a wonderful person, and my dad had his share of problems. My mom prayed with me when I was about three for my salvation, but then everything started going downhill from there. My dad would leave one day for work, and he wouldn't come back for days. When he would come home, my mom would rampage at him. At the time age 3-12, I really didn’t know what was going on. I thought he just went out to party (we live in Vegas, come on). Now I know that he was actually a drug addict and he left to go get high with his cousins. So I grew up with a resentful mother and an absent dad. We went to church every now and again, and I knew Jesus, but it could only hold me for so long. On my first day of middle school, my dad went to got live with his sister and brother-in-law. This was my mom’s form of rehab for him. After sixth grade, I fell into a sort of depression; I listened non-stop to Evanescence, MCR, etc., and dressed in Goth clothing. I still knew God was there, but I kind of pushed him back a bit. By the end of seventh grade, I was a wreck. My new group of friends had confused me into believing I was bisexual and I had turned to cutting myself as a form of release; but God never left me. He brought me friend that helped me through the darker moments, like, convincing me to stop cutting myself. In eight grade, I was still ‘lost’. I knew that what I was doing and thinking was wrong with God, but I tried o ignore it. By the end of eight grade, I had finally given up that part of me to God, dumping my recent girlfriend and promising to never get involved with them again. That summer I spent trying to go beck to how I was in sixth grade, but I was still doing it wrong. I was still seeing with eyes half-shut. My mind and heart were still in a dark place, which can be seen through the poetry and art I made at the time. At church, there was a weeklong outreach being held at the City Impact Center. I wanted to go, just so I could get away from my parents for a week. Little did I know it would change my life; the very first night, God broke me down and showed me his truth. I reaccepted him into my life and really began to live. Most would say I was saved when I was three, but I say I was saved last summer at Sin City Outreach.
Wow, I didn’t think it would be that long…I left a lot of stuff out too!
Oh, and I'm 15, currently living in Las Vegas, the City of Sin... rolleyes
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 7:14 pm
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If I gave you my heart,
Well, I am really not very good about talking about myself because I am pretty shy, But I want to give it a try.
I grew up in a Christian family. My mom and dad took me and my brothers to church every Sunday throughout my childhood. I used to go to Sunday School and Wednesday Club all of the time. I basically felt like I belonged because I always went to church. But, 5 years ago, I was at my best friend's house for her birthday and I realized that while I believed in Christ, I had never actually accepted him into my heart. So my friend helped me become saved. It was 2 O'clock in the morning. For many years, I felt like I was a really good Christian. I felt cleansed. Two years ago, I took confirmation, was baptized, and I became a member of my church. But, that summer I went to a Christian Retreat, called Chrysalis, and I realized again that I had strayed from God. I was feeling resentment towards my brother, because he got married without telling any of my family. I hated my new sister-in-law because I felt like she had taken my brother from me. So, while I was at the retreat, I was re-saved. I talked to a counselor, shed some tears, and I was able to really feel like I was one with Christ for the first time.
Now I am an active member of my church. I am on all of the committees due to the fact that I am the only youth in my church, so I am the youth rep. I try to bring Christ's love to everyone I meet. But I still have my quirks. I hold all of my emotions inside until I burst and when I get really stressed, I become suicidal. I am working through them, though and I know that with God, I can conquer these impulses.
I am 17 and I live in the US
would you promise not to break it? |
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