Hey everyone, two days ago, on Sunday, I got baptised, and I want to share my testimony
I was brought up in a Christian family; my dad has been a youth Pastor for my whole life, so it was a no-brainer that I would be a Christian, but this journey was a lot more different than I could’ve ever imagined.
In primary school, I never took faith that seriously, like I said, I was in name a Christian but never acted on it, and because of that, I made a lot of bad decisions. Our church wasn’t big enough to have a youth group, and my dad, being an obedient servant of Christ, in comparison to him, made me feel like a subpar Christian. It was a double-edged sword. My dad gave me all the answers, but I always felt like I was a worse Christian.
This line of thought continued until it hit a breaking point when I fully deserted God, calling myself a Christian but living away from him. Yet in this broken state, I could still find hope. When our family changed Churches. I had a youth group and other people to talk to, then I started to clean up my life, turning back to God. I started going to camps like Easter camp and attempted to make a connection, but I always felt ignored by God. I became so disheartened that I started to doubt whether being a Christian was for me. I decided to go to Easter Camp with the youth group. I’d been to Easter camps before, and I was excited to go a third time, but this time something was different. I went to a workshop that was about writing Psalms. I wrote one about how I had never heard from God. On the last night of Easter camp, we were worshipping as usual. Then I heard a voice whisper to me, “You are forgiven.” It wasn't from someone else; it was from God. This camp, God spoke to me for the first time. I was so excited and happy that I couldn’t stop smiling all night.
part two will be in the comments. Psycho out.