My Testimony

I was about four or five years old when I told my mom and dad that I was a Christian. I can remember it very clearly. I was sitting at our kitchen table eating Cheerios, and for some reason I was embarrassed, and didn't really want to be the center of attention. But hey, that's kind of impossible when something like that happens.

The years went by, and I lived a very normal life, going to ISP, hanging out with my friends, doing school, but I never really lived like a real Christian should. Just recently, (As in, a year recently.) it seemed like I wasn't really a Christian at all. But then I started reading the Left Behind The Kids books. And that really freaked me out. And then I started thinking, "What if I'm not a Christian after all?" and whenever I heard anything about the Rapture, or anything about death, I would get all freaked out, and pray the prayer* all over again. But then, Dad started to read and talk about believing, and how you can tell you're a Christian. Well, after a few talks with my mom, dad, and Miss Sarah, I prayed the prayer one last time. And hey, I really am a Christian this time.

I believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sins, that I am a sinner, and I can't save myself. Just as Ephesians says, "...not by works but by faith..." which means I can't do anything to get into heaven, that all my good deeds are like "filthy rags"; they can't get me into heaven. Only Jesus can. "For I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, no one comes to the Father except through me." John 14:6

*I call the prayer, 'The Prayer' because I don't know how to describe it. 'That prayer you pray whenever you get saved' is too long, and it sounds wierd. (Like I said, I don't know how to describe it.)