My faith

Most people say that you usually find Jesus through friends or family sharing their faith with you, but in my case i didn't really know any (people with a faith that is) and looking back i can see how God actively came after me, not letting go until i found him.

I didn't come from a christian family, never went to sunday school, but in my mid to late 20's i had 2 funny experiences.  They were both the same; i used to like looking from my back window at my large oak tree at the bottom of the garden and i remember saying to myself both times 'i cannot believe all of nature, as intricate as it is just happened by accident', and both times a voice in my head said, 'no, God did it'.  Each times i gave myself a shake and walked away from the window thinking it was a bit weird.

I loved reading and learning new facts - still do - and started to think about what i could read and learn next.  I know, i thought i have never looked at religion, that might be interesting.

I asked a couple of people i knew who i thought were religious what it was all about.  They both said that it was too hard and i didn't want to know.  Can't be that good then i thought and gave up that idea.

God had other thoughts though and soon there was a k nock at the door and there were two people only too pleased to talk about their faith.

For 18 months these Jehovah Witnesses faithfully came every week to talk about what they believed and it was these two who gave me my love of the bible. 

Eventually though i began to have doubts about what they were telling me and knew i had to look at what the other christians had to say.  I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong but just knew something was.

So off i went to look at the churches, Catholic, Anglican, Methodist, you name it, i read up about it or went to the church and just asked. 

But during all this time i had been reading the bible and cross checking what it said and by the time i got to the endi realised it was true, and boy was i not happy.

I had only meant to look and learn about christainity as a subject, nothing more.  One day it hit me, there is a God, Jesus did die on a cross and rose on the third day for me and if it is all true i must do something about it or i would be rejecting God.

I still didn't rush into anything but eventually settled to going to the methodist church where i worked at the play school where we hired a hall.  After a while i was invited to go to confirmation classes with a view to joining the church.  My thoughts were that i had to get off the fence and say whether i now considered myself a christian or not.  So with a big breath i said yes and was duly confirmed in the methodist church showing the world that i now considered myself a believer.

I had arrived, all i had to do was go to church, read my bible, pray and heaven here i came.

Something was missing.  I believed the stories and accepted it was all true in my head, but i didn't know the living Jesus in the personal sense.  I had never met him.

One day i found myself alone in the church and started talking to Jesus about this problem and without knowing found myself saying the prayer of faith, or sometimes known as the 'sinners prayer'.

I acknowledged the things i had done wrong, thanked him for dying for the things i had done wrong and asked him to come into my life and i would follow him. 

Over the next few months i realised that my relationship with Jesus had changed, i now knew him and had a relationship with him.

That was all over 25 years ago and wow what a 25 years.  I have lived half my life without Jesus and nearly half with and i would never go back.  It is exciting, never boring, you never know what is going to happen next and much, much more.  Obviously this is the short version of how i came to know the Lord, to say all that has happened over the years would take pages, but perhaps one day.

Jenny <><