Personal Narrative: The Cookie Cutter Christian
I have always thought I had one of the “Cookie Cutter Christian” testimony or in this case, story. The kind that starts with, “i grew up in a Christian home”, and ends with, “and I have always been a Christian”, but i realized even though both of those may be true, there is also so much more to my story. I might not have a mountain top conversion story, but that’s okay, because God shows himself and His son through trials and events throughout your life.
Starting from the beginning, my parents both grew up in “religious” families, but were never believers. They were very legalistic, they believed that if you went to church on sunday and were kind to other people, you would be good with God. They continued to live like this until I was about three, when they gradually just quit going to church. Then the summer I turned four, a family, the Sistars, moved into the house next to ours. They had a daughter, Breanna, who was my age. We hit it off right away, from that day on we were inseparable, we did everything together. Like I said, at that time my family had stopped attending church on Sundays, our new neighbors on the other hand were strong believers. I became curious as to why Breanna couldn’t play on Sunday mornings and Monday evenings, she always said she had Sunday school, and Awana...I had no idea what either of those meant. Toward the end of that summer, Breanna, and her mom Melissa, invited my little sister and me to go to Vacation Bible School at their church, Summit Community Church. My mom had to work, so my oldest sister Chelsey, took us to VBS every night that week. We all loved it. Chelsey began to think maybe we should try going to church again, there at Summit, she could see something was different about the people. She talked to my parents who agreed to try it out. We began going to church at Summit with the Sistars. Within a year, my mom, dad, and two older sisters accepted Christ and were baptized. The Sistars and my family became very
Starting from the beginning, my parents both grew up in “religious” families, but were never believers. They were very legalistic, they believed that if you went to church on sunday and were kind to other people, you would be good with God. They continued to live like this until I was about three, when they gradually just quit going to church. Then the summer I turned four, a family, the Sistars, moved into the house next to ours. They had a daughter, Breanna, who was my age. We hit it off right away, from that day on we were inseparable, we did everything together. Like I said, at that time my family had stopped attending church on Sundays, our new neighbors on the other hand were strong believers. I became curious as to why Breanna couldn’t play on Sunday mornings and Monday evenings, she always said she had Sunday school, and Awana...I had no idea what either of those meant. Toward the end of that summer, Breanna, and her mom Melissa, invited my little sister and me to go to Vacation Bible School at their church, Summit Community Church. My mom had to work, so my oldest sister Chelsey, took us to VBS every night that week. We all loved it. Chelsey began to think maybe we should try going to church again, there at Summit, she could see something was different about the people. She talked to my parents who agreed to try it out. We began going to church at Summit with the Sistars. Within a year, my mom, dad, and two older sisters accepted Christ and were baptized. The Sistars and my family became very