By today’s materialistic, instant gratification and over sexualized standards being a believer in Christ is probably one of the most radical things you can do!
Now, I’m not talking about being a homosexuality hater or show up to church Sunday morning hangover type of Christian. I’m not talking about saying I’m a Christian and then acting anything but.
I’m talking about Biblical Christianity.
I was raised in a Catholic home. I state the difference because there is one. I was not raised by parents who had given their lives to Christ. I was raised by parents who did their duClick here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >ties as good Catholic church members and got married in the church and tithed 10% and baptized their children and
forced pushed encouraged their children to get confirmed as Catholics.
However, by nature I ask questions! I’m sure if I ask my mother she would say I was asking questions and challenging systems straight out of the womb!
But, my journey to becoming a Christian did not really begin until I was in high school and a group of college students from a group called Young Life started showing up during school lunches. They joked and hung out with students and invited everyone to come to Young Life nights. A once a week opportunity to do praise and worship and hear a message about making Christianity relevant outside of my weekly homily delivered by a dusty, white old man (not to say many of them didn’t have wisdom and faith to impart, but the Catholic church is failing its youth). This amazing group of college students opened my Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >eyes to the possibility of enjoying scripture and having fun while praising and allowing young Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >people (and for me, especially young Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >women) be leaders of other young Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >women.
You mean, you can be a strong woman and a strong Christian? It isn’t just my job to follow what all these men are telling me and then raise my daughters to do the same thing. No thank you!
After a couple of years, I attended Young Life Camp. No, not a scarey Jesus Camp in the cult-like fashion like many of us have seen and heard about at this point.
It was awesome. They had a zip-line and incredible food and a huge lake for Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >swimming, paddleboating, blobbing. They had sand Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >volleyball. They had praise and worship and a hoedown and a muddy challenge trail that we did together in teams. My best friend at the time had to spit a LIVE Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >cricket out of her mouth in a contest! It was fantastic. I can still see the look on her Click here to view more details” rel=’nofollow’ target=’_blank’ >face as it was kicking it’s legs to escape her mouth.
On one of the final evenings we had praise and then we were instructed to have quiet time with God. We could go in nature, to our bunks, wherever we felt comfortable. I found a grassy path and sat down on a rock step.
There in the stillness of late evening, the grass gently blowing I prayed and gave my life to Christ. And I remember the peace. It was indescribable.
I now know that it is an incredible feeling child and parent coming together for the first time because I have felt this at the birth of both of my daughters and suspect that I will feel this way again when we adopt.
This is where my winding journey began and I hope to grow ever closer to Christ with each passing year.
In a simple sentence or one word, describe what being a Biblical Christian means to you?