A friend of mine told the story of how he became a Christian on his homepage. It's a neat idea, since most of the time we hear about the dramatic stories of people who's been heavily into sin in some form.
I won't say my story is ordinary, at least not in Norway, but I definitely have never been what I'd term "a big sinner". I was born to Christian parents, one Lutheran and the other Pentecostal.
They finally decided not to christen me as an infant, but did something that in my case was much more important. In that they didn't christen me they instilled in me a great sense of it being my choice to become a Christian or not. It was also my choice when I decided to get baptized. They told me about God as so many parents do, and it made a big impression on me, even if I didn't really understand the atonement.I had no idea that Jesus had to die until I read a comic book about the life of Jesus. That's when I began to understand why we could become Christians. I guess I was about 7 at the time.
Long before that I'd been exposed to God's power and presence. My mom and my aunts would gather to sing and pray along with us cousins. We'd sing and dance and sometimes the power of God would be so overwhelming even a little child like me (we lived in that area from I was 4 till I was 7) could not doubt for a moment that God was really there.
That knowledge has been with me to this day, and unlike most youngsters in Norway (it was fashionable to say you had doubts about God's existence when I was a teenager) I could never doubt God. I could doubt myself, there was even a time when I was 8 or 9 that I had existential doubts. Was the world really a reality, was everything around me reallly real? I there something I can say must exist? My conclusion was original. I decided the one thing I could not doubt was God. And if God existed everything else was probably real too. Interesting...
Time has passed since I was a child, and I've learned a lot. I've even become a theologian. I have a Masters degree from Norwegian Lutheran School of Theology. But even so I've kept my simple faith in God.
He's real to me.
Trying my hand at jokes and stories. Tell me what you think:
They always tell you that you should get down on your knees while
praying. Well, my experience is that when I really feel God's
presence my knees won't carry me... (This one's truthful).
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