Part 1

I have always gone to church since I was a baby. It is a part of who I am.

This sounds so cliché' but it is true. I grew up in a church and had a church family. I cannot remember not knowing who Jesus was...and yet I am still a sinner...I still need Jesus.

Growing up a churcheon (a person who goes to church for the sake of going to church :oP ) was fun. I mean...we went on Sundays and holidays and for youth group with Care-Away Street (A Christian Sesame Street complete with puppets), and Church you camp & family camp (the most fun ever as a kid), and then Sunday school...it was all really quite fun. What was weird though, was that at some point as a young kid (maybe 9 or 10) I stopped wanting to go to Sunday school and Care-Away Street and wanted sit in the sanctuary with my parents...not to really be with my parents per say, but to listen to what Pastor Booher was talking about. I can remember the bible stories so clearly. I remember Pastor Booher telling us about Jesus and his disciples and how we were all sinners. For some reason I understood. I mean I already knew...It was like I already knew what he was saying; he was just filling in more details than I had heard in Sunday school. It wasn't a real big church, and pretty much everyone knew each other...but every Sunday at the end of the sermon, Pastor Booher would ask if anyone wanted to come forward and accept Christ as their Savior (which in my mind I determined meant that I was no longer a sinner...but a follower of Christ...and he had forgiven me for my sins...and I wouldn't go to hell). Pretty big thoughts I guess for a ten year old...but to me it was common sense.

Every Sunday for a month I would think about this and say to myself...I already believe. I was scared to go in front of the congregation...for a 10 year old...scary stuff. I kept feeling God move me...urging me to go forward...but I couldn't move my feet or open my mouth. So there I would sit with my parents on either side just staring at Pastor Booher. Pastor Booher reminded me of my Grandpa King...really nice and laid back...and definitely a Godly man. It was almost like God himself would talk to me through whatever Pastor Booher was preaching. I wasn't scared of him...I was scared of all the people who would be looking at me if I decided to go up. I kept my thoughts to myself...never told anyone the mental battle that was going on...until one Sunday...

My parents both worked with Care-Away Street...so sometimes one would be there during church and I would sit with the one who wasn't...or sit with my grandparents. This particular Sunday I was just sitting with mom. This time when Pastor Booher asked if anyone would like to make a public acknowledgement of Christ as Lord and Savior...I looked at my mom and said:

"Can I go up there?"

My mom looked at me in shock...started tearing up and said, "absolutely."

I walked forward and saw the look of amazement in my Pastor's eyes. He just smiled and I will never forget what he said. He told the congregation he was surprised and excited that such a young person was ready to accept Christ. He smiled and prayed for me...and I looked up afterward and saw my father in the back of the sanctuary looking through the glass crying and smiling. Later he would tell me that God told him to go look in on the service. How awesome is that! That is probably one of the best father-son moments of my life.

Later I met with an older Christian in the church and discussed faith and what my commitment meant to God and me. I knew what I believed and he was convinced so a month later I was baptized. My life hadn't changed miraculously, I still believed what I had pretty much always believed that Jesus Christ was God, Lord, and Savior. He had shed his blood for my sins and anyone else who would accept him and let him rule as Lord in their life was saved. I was saved through Christ not for what I did. Though there was no miraculous change in my daily life, my public acceptance did bring about refinement in my life in which God would use my teens and young adult life to reveal to me....