- Parent Category: History
- Category: Personal Stories
- Published on Thursday, 14 December 2006 17:00
God saved me when I was eight years old. I came from a non-christian home. However, my father, being in the Salvation Army, decided that even though he and my mom did not go to church, he made sure my sister and I did. I remember my Sunday school teacher speaking to us about the Lake of Fire and Hell. They even gave us a chart that showed these places.
The Salvation Army would give every child a certificate that basically says “I want to live and serve God and I accept Him as my Lord and Saviour." Then you sign at the bottom and you were ‘saved’. While I do NOT agree with this, that Sunday I asked Jesus into my heart and I believed what was written on that paper.
I believed that Jesus died on the cross for my sins, and I did want to live for Him. In my child-like faith, God saved me and came into my heart to live forever. Did I do anything? NO! Jesus did it all!
Shortly after, I started going to the Sunday school at the Gospel Hall. Being from a non-christian home, I never had anyone to “confirm” that what I had was really salvation. So by the time I was 12, I was really convicted of my sin and wondered "Am I really saved??" But then God brought to remembrance the time I was eight years old and when I asked Jesus into my heart. He gave me the confirmation from 1 Peter 1:8-9, which says…”Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold…But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot.” And I knew…Jesus died for me!!!
On days when I doubt my salvation, I go to several verses, but one main one: 1 John 5:13 “These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life…”