January 22, 2001…

I became a Christian January 22, 2001. I was in the family room of my two bedroom apartment in South Bend, Indiana. I had gotten married the September before and moved north to South Bend. I was not working. I was getting adjusted to being married and living in a new city.

Lots of things had happened in the year and a half prior to me finally becoming a Christian. I had been seeking, really seeking and questioning. I read the entire bible in a year. I prayed a lot and asked God to reveal himself to me a few times.
We had been attending two churches, one in the South Bend area and one in my home town. I prayed for God to reveal himself by giving me a clear sign that we were attending the correct churches. The next Sunday, the Pastor from the church in South Bend visited the church in my home town. I had no idea he was coming. I was shocked when he got up and spoke. A clear sign to me.
Still it took me a few months to actually pray and ask for forgiveness. I guess I’m stubborn that way.
It was a cold January day. I had slept in. I got up ran the vacuum, started some laundry and turned on the TV. I was flipping the channels. We were living on one income and had a basic satellite package, we got maybe 30ish channels. Once of them was the “church channel”.  You know the one I’m talking about; the one that had the lady with tons of makeup and really high hair. I flipped by her and back tracked; they were getting ready to pray.
I listened as they talked about asking for forgiveness. They called it the “sinner’s prayer”. I continued listening. I don’t remember the exact words she said. What I do remember is the tears that came. I found myself sinking out of my chair and onto my knees on the family room floor. I affirmed what she said and warmth surrounded me. I felt totally at peace. A calmness came over me as I looked out my patio door and saw the snow on the ground it was a crystal shiny white. I saw the twinkling as the sun hit the ground for the first time.
That was eleven years ago.

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    Thanks for sharing your salvation experience. I was 4 years old when I remember going to my Mom and telling her that I wanted to ask Jesus into my heart. She had me kneel by the bed and lead me in a prayer. I know I was young but I still remember that day and believe that was the beginning of my walk with Jesus.

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