Freedom! Jamie's Testimony
They had something I didn't, and I wanted it. That's the only thing that kept me going back to my friends church. I believed I was a Christian, but they had something I didn't have; a passion for Christ - not just knowledge.
I wanted it, but couldn't figure out how to get it. I was doing all the right stuff, but it just wasn't there. Finally, God got through to me by way of a evangelist at a HUGE youth conference - I needed to give my life to Jesus.
I had the head knowledge. I even believed I was saved because my mom told me I had prayed a prayer when I was four, and I was baptized when I was eight. I was a good person, I had my faults but nothing to bad. I knew all the books of the bible, knew most every hymn possible, took communion at church, had a lot of the bible memorized. Heck, I could even lead someone to Christ - I knew all the scriptures by heart and all the arguments too.
But that night, when I ran to the altar with tears streaming down my face - I finally realized I had been deceiving myself and everyone around me - or rather Satan had done a pretty good job of deceiving me.
Oh! Such freedom as I had never felt before! I was free! Free from the sin, the feelings of insecurity. Free from it all. I was a new creation and I had the passion - immediately - that I had seen others with.
Oh, the joy to finally have what I had been searching for!
My parents saw an immediate change. My teachers and friends saw the change. And they asked what happened? And I told them.
Praise God that He never gave up on me! Praise God that He heard my cry and helped me find Him in His own perfect timing.