I’d like to share my personal story from being an unsaved Christian child to a saved Christian woman.
This is part one of a four-part story.
Sunday Service
As a kid, I didn’t like going to church, but I went with my family. I passed the time by reading books, only feeling good when sunshine poured through the stained-glass windows. I felt even better when I checked my watch and realised that the service would be over soon.
Year after year, I went to church each Sunday and sat through the service with so many doubts. Quietly I questioned what I heard, shooting down evidence of God in my mind. I didn’t seek answers, so I didn’t realise that I was drifting away from Christianity, but I think my parents noticed. It’s probably why they asked if I really wanted to be confirmed. Of course I did! I didn’t know why they even asked.
Walking Away From God
After being confirmed, I kept spiralling down the wrong path.
I can’t remember why, it was possibly due to being sick, but I stayed home one Sunday. It was fun sleeping in for a change. I didn’t have to put on my fancy church clothes and shoes. I got to chill out by the TV. Unfortunately, over time the whole family started to stay home.
At age 16, I admitted to being an atheist on Facebook. It was nerve-racking to admit it. Nowadays, people don’t bat an eyelid when someone comes out as an atheist, but back then it was different.
Once, someone came knocking at the door to preach the gospel. I said I was an atheist. The man said, “You’re brave to believe in nothing” and hurried off. I was slightly offended by his comment. “Of course I believe in something!” I said to myself.
A few years later, I switched from atheist to agnostic-atheist, and then agnostic. Now I didn’t know or care if there was a God. As far as I was concerned, His existence made no difference to my life.
My conversion story will continue in part two.