Anyone who came to believe in God as a little child and grew up in a Christian home will know the horrors of giving ones testimony in front of a group. Somehow, their plain story does not hold the captivation of a long one that involved deliverance from drugs or a near-death experiences that brought them to faith in Jesus. Yet, over the years, I have found that a dramatic story of a distant relative or friend cannot carry the convincing truth of a simple narrative related by someone you know well in life and can watch the truth of it unfold in his or her lives (or fail miserably). There in lies the power of testimony for each Christian in this world.
My testimony begins at age fourteen. As I mentioned before, I was raised in a Christian home, and did not deal with the doubts of faith until my first life-crisis, which came in the form of my mother being diagnosed with cancer and losing her battle soon after, leaving myself and my younger sister in the care of my dad. Death has a way of forcing us to face the hard questions of life, and existence in general, even if we have already developed our person philosophies. I henceforth decided that it was not enough merely to believe in the God that my parents proclaimed but that I wanted to be certain about it for myself.
Only a few months after my mothers death some family friends came to stay with us in order to help my dad adjust to the new world of motherly duties (mainly cooking something besides frozen dinners). They had with them a little girl just my age. To my great delight and amazement, she spoke of God in an entirely different way that I was used to. She KNEW God and He SPOKE to her. It was such a revelation to me that this was possible and I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was what I had been looking for. That evening I knelt by my bed and asked the Lord if I could know Him in that real way. I can honestly say that I have not been the same person since that moment. It was like waking up from a long dream into the real world.
Twelve years later here I sit writing my testimony and the concept of knowing God in that real way is as alive in me as it was back then. I have come to experience God in so many factual ways that I don’t think I could ever doubt His existence. Even so, there always remains unanswered questions and sometimes faith feels blind in the process. Yet, through each trial, I always find that I know my God just a little bit better.
I close my testimony with a few short verses and some basic perceptions I have learned thus far on my journey. In short, our sin separates us from that close relationship with God and yet through Jesus’ death on a cross we are forgiven and allowed to draw near to Him. If we accept that gift and believe we become his children and after we die go to the place he has created for us in heaven.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 NTL
My testimony is about discovering that real relationship with God and knowing Him in this life. For me it has separated mere religion from fullness of life and freed me from the fear of death.
“From there you will search again for the Lord your God, And if you search for him with all your heart and soul, you will find him.” Deut. 4:29 NLT
Thank you for sharing your "story". Every story is unique and I understand your words about how growing in a Christian home is not as "exciting" as deliverance from drugs or worse. I also grew up in a Christian home and can relate to your story. I'll share my testimony some time as well. Blessings!