My Life Changing Event
Colt Yawn
Ms. Kelly
English 1101
2 September 2014
Draft 1
At one time I believed that I chose to follow Christ. I was twelve years old and attending Mt. Calvary Baptist Church in Hoboken Georgia when I made ‘the decision.’ That particular service the Lords Table was being observed. Before this point in my life, I had always claimed to be a Christian based on my church attendance, good behavior, and that fact that I just didn’t want to go to Hell. I knew I wanted to be in Heaven like everyone else does and that is where I placed my hope. But thankfully, on this Sunday night it finally clicked. I understood that it was only through Jesus Christ that I could get to heaven, and it was in Him that I placed my faith. He took away my sins by dying for me, baring my sins with him. Although I truly did become a Child of God that night and it is definitely the most important event in my life, it was not the most life-changing. The eventual understanding of the gospel that took place over the next three years, because of this spiritual salvation would have to be my most life-changing, belief-influencing event. It was through my eventual understanding of the gospel that I came to rethink everything that occurred that Sunday night in 2009.
Before my salvation I read the Bible because I was told to and thought it was needed to go to Heaven. After my salvation I started to read the Bible to learn and understand it. This was the first big step to understanding what Christianity was really all about. At this point I was under the impression that I was saved because of walking to the alter, saying a five minute prayer, asking Jesus to come into my heart, shaking the preachers hand, filling out the card they gave me, and because I was going to be baptized a month later. Man was I wrong! Sure, I felt good about myself because I knew it really happened this time, but I wondered about the fifth-teen previous times I asked Jesus into my heart. Would I have to do it again someday? Am I
Ms. Kelly
English 1101
2 September 2014
Draft 1
At one time I believed that I chose to follow Christ. I was twelve years old and attending Mt. Calvary Baptist Church in Hoboken Georgia when I made ‘the decision.’ That particular service the Lords Table was being observed. Before this point in my life, I had always claimed to be a Christian based on my church attendance, good behavior, and that fact that I just didn’t want to go to Hell. I knew I wanted to be in Heaven like everyone else does and that is where I placed my hope. But thankfully, on this Sunday night it finally clicked. I understood that it was only through Jesus Christ that I could get to heaven, and it was in Him that I placed my faith. He took away my sins by dying for me, baring my sins with him. Although I truly did become a Child of God that night and it is definitely the most important event in my life, it was not the most life-changing. The eventual understanding of the gospel that took place over the next three years, because of this spiritual salvation would have to be my most life-changing, belief-influencing event. It was through my eventual understanding of the gospel that I came to rethink everything that occurred that Sunday night in 2009.
Before my salvation I read the Bible because I was told to and thought it was needed to go to Heaven. After my salvation I started to read the Bible to learn and understand it. This was the first big step to understanding what Christianity was really all about. At this point I was under the impression that I was saved because of walking to the alter, saying a five minute prayer, asking Jesus to come into my heart, shaking the preachers hand, filling out the card they gave me, and because I was going to be baptized a month later. Man was I wrong! Sure, I felt good about myself because I knew it really happened this time, but I wondered about the fifth-teen previous times I asked Jesus into my heart. Would I have to do it again someday? Am I