In the year 2003, February to be exact, I decided to give my life to God. I had no idea what it entailed, I just knew, that on that day of Carnival Camp I had to. And I did. One that sae though, myself and a few others who also gave themselves to God almost drowned. It was quite traumatic for some but I just remember having this peace. It was so weird. It was like I knew that if I died, I would go to Heaven and I was ready. We were rescued and it was quite an interesting rest of camp.
I came back from camp a changed woman. I started converts class and I was excited to be baptized into the faith. Of course still not knowing what to expect. My converts class was someone different in that the hurch had started one on one classes and I was assigne someone to go through a booklet with me. That didnt last long and i dont think that I even finished mine. I assumed because i wasnt finished that i would not get baptized because my mother needed to know that I was ready. (Even though I told her I was a long time before). The Saturday before I got bapptized I confirmed that I was and so for me I was back on track. So I was happy.
The issue with that was that I thought being a Christian and being baptized was all there was to it. And if this is so then it is easy. I dont see why people make a big fuss. I was in Secondary school at the time and I did everything a good Christian would do. I stopped cursing and tried to stop lieing because in my mind (because I grew up in a Christian environment) that there was nothing else to do. Christianity was easy right. Nothing to it. Boy was I mistaken. Stay tuned for the others!
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