Today at church our pastor challenged us to do something. He challenged all of us who have trusted in Jesus to share our testimony (our Jesus story) with at least one person this week.
We are doing an amazing series on the gospel of John called Fully Alive. Each week I am struck with a sense of awe over God’s Word. This week was no different, although it was especially beautiful to me since the passage was John 4 (the story of the Samaritan woman at the well). I had just written a post about that very text and so it was fresh on my heart. I smiled as our pastor gave his challenge to us, remembering the fresh word God had just given me about my testimony (see A Pursuing Love).
So in light of the precious truth God revealed to me in my quiet time, as well as the challenge given by our pastor, I would like to take this post to share my testimony with you. Although, I must confess that I used to almost feel embarrassed by my testimony because it didn’t seem very exciting (I mean I was six and surprisingly not a hardened criminal or drug addict or wild child). But God has shown me that every testimony is beautiful and powerful and needs to be shared. Any person who passes from death in sin to life in Christ is a glorious masterpiece of the Father. Anyone who turns from sin to Jesus should be celebrated.
After all, the wonder of a person’s testimony isn’t in who they were, but in who they are now in Christ.
I was six years old when I first became aware of my sin. I had been in children’s church and heard someone say that you had to have Jesus in your heart in order to go to Heaven. I remember feeling an odd sensation deep inside my soul, and was troubled all that day. That night when my dad came in to kiss me goodnight, I decided to voice my confusion to him. “Daddy,” I asked, “How does God fit into my heart?” I can only imagine the strength it took to not laugh at my very literal interpretation of “accepting Jesus in your heart.” In my six-year-old mind I thought that I had to somehow physically take Jesus into my heart, like I had to swallow the Son of God!
My dad patiently explained the Gospel to me in language I could understand. He explained that all people are born sinners and that our sin keeps us away from God. But that God loves each one of us so much that He sent His Son, Jesus, to rescue us from sin. He told me that Jesus took the punishment for my sin so that all I have to do is say thank you and ask Him to forgive me and then I would be God’s child. With tears in both of our eyes, he asked if I wanted to accept Jesus’ gift of life right there and then. I couldn’t help but say yes. So in my Strawberry Shortcake nightgown on my Strawberry Shortcake sheets I prayed and asked Jesus to be my Savior and King. To this day I still remember the feeling I got after I prayed. I felt like I could fly! I started jumping on my bed and couldn’t stop giggling. I ran to tell my mom and we all celebrated for quite awhile.
Even though I was painfully shy as a child, I couldn’t wait to get to school the next day and tell all of my friends that I had Jesus in my heart.
While I have certainly had spiritual ups and downs throughout my life, through it all I have known that Jesus is always with me and that no matter what He loves me.
So, that’s my story. Nothing like the apostle Paul’s (thank goodness!) but it is my story and I am SO very grateful to the One who made that story possible – the One who saved a little girl decked out in Strawberry Shortcake pj’s!
What’s your story? Do you have one? If so, would you be willing to share it in the comments section? Everyone’s salvation story is precious and beautiful and deserves to be shared. I would be HONORED if you would consider sharing it here. And if you attend the same church as I do then this could be your opportunity to accept Pastor Brian’s challenge 😉
Let’s be encouraged by each other’s unique stories and how they each point to the same glorious Savior.
Hopeful to hear your story……