Hey Christian's What brought you to Jesus? Serious answers only please.?

Question

We've all got a story about the how, when and why we invited Jesus Christ into our hearts. What's your story?

Mine in a nutshell: I was an outcast teen who's agnostic family moved her from place to place. Just as I would start to get settled in with a group of friends. BAM! my parents would sit me down and tell me we were moving (an no my dad wasn't in the military). I attended 3 high schools in 4 years. Jesus was the only steady friend I ever had growing up because pen pal friendship would fizzle out after 6 months. Christians were easy to find and universally accepting of me from day 1 (in each new home town). Did I question my Christian beliefs? Absolutely. Did the concept of Hell bother me? absolutely but I also know that if I died this moment I wouldn't be going there.

So my brothers and sisters in Christ, what's your story?

Answer 1

Several years ago I had an unusual experience concerning an uncle, a distant relative who lived over a thousand miles away.

While driving my car I suddenly felt the unmistakable presence of this relative that I hardly even knew. He was more like someone I had heard about than someone I knew. It was very strange; it felt as though I was momentarily lifted right out of my physical body. I seemed to be suspended somehow beyond space and time, bathed in a love so intense It felt like I could have just disappear into it at any moment if It would have let me. It only lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to last forever at the same time. I realize how crazy this must sound. The experience was so strong that at first I was afraid I was loosing my grip on reality. I finally managed to chalk it up to an over active imagination.

Three days later I got a call from my aunt telling me that this uncle we are talking about had gone into a coma and died the day I had the experience. It felt like ice water had been poured down my back when she told me this. I had lost any real ideas of God or faith and had become somewhat of an atheist. Needless to say this experience caused me to rethink some of the conclusions I had come to.

I feel blessed to now understand that even in our darkest confusion something loves us so much that it went out of its way to assist me and bring me back to a state of absolute certainty about Gods love for us.
During the experience it seemed like there was a vast amount of information that I was somehow allowed access to. One thing that I came away from this experience understanding beyond any shadow of a doubt was that any Idea that God is unhappy with us or would judge or allow us to be punished for any reason is simply impossible.

I can’t explain the love I felt with words. They simply don’t make words big enough or complete enough to do this. The only way I can begin to convey this love to you is to say that there was simply nothing else there. Nothing but love. No hint of judgment, no displeasure of any sort. It is as though God sees us as being as perfect as we were the day we were created. It is only in our confused idea of ourselves that we seem to have changed.

I hope this is of some help to you. Good luck. Love and blessings.

Your brother don

Answer 2

My family moved where we are now & I could hear God calling to me saying that we need to start going to church again. A friend of mine came over to my house & we went to his church. Right in the middle of the sermon the Pastor looked at me and said that I will burn in hell because of all of my tattoos & the congregation all agreed with him. So I stood up and went to the alter while the Deacons surrounded him thinking that I was going to attack him or something. I told him that I got those tattoos when I was 17 about 6 months before I joined the U.S.M.C. and I served for 15 years, 8 of those were in Iraq. I went there to help defend this country, but I can see that you or your congregation don't give a damn & if my tattoos are so offensive to you then we won't come back, so me & my family left & were walking home when a Baptist church had just let out & we spoke to a couple & they invited us to church the next sunday, and they didn't even complain about my tattoos, which are USMC & Star Wars tats. Me & my wife both got baptized there & my daughter was dedicated there also, that was a 1 1/2 ago. Looking back I laugh about what we went through, my friend is no longer my friend because of that day, but my family gained so much from our new church family, I'll never go anywhere else! God bless!!

Answer 3

HI Mandy,
I married my high school sweetheart right out of high school and we began working and attending college. We were married about 12 years before we had any children and then decided to begin a Home BIBLE Study with some close friends of my parents. At the end of the Bible study we decided that it was time for us to become Children of GOD. We were baptized just as the first century Christians "that very hour". We have been faithful Christians for over twenty years. We have three children. Two of them are Christians and one is married to a Christian. Have a wonderful week.
Thanks,
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Answer 4

I was raised in a Christian family, we went to church every week, but I only prayed once in a while and thought the Bible was boring. I got angry at God when things didn't go my way and really had doubts. But then, I heard some friends talking about Jesus like He was their best friend and they really loved Him. I was like. . .okay, I missed something. Nobody ever really explained the Gospel to me. I finally read it somewhere online or something and I kept hearing about this 'personal relationship with Jesus' and I was like. . I want that, but how do I do that. In the back of my Bible it explained a bit more about the Gospel and I just prayed like. . God I don't know what I'm doing, Im a sinner and I need you, so take over for me" or something like that. . and ever since then. . omg. its like the song Amazing Grace . I never got it for the longest time. Now I love reading His Word cus it feels like He is speaking right through the pages, and well, in short my life has changed completely. holler!!! Peace and Love!!

Answer 5

Some Christians may find this disturbing, but I wasn't 'brought' to Christ. I can't remember a time in my life when I was ever separated. My earliest memories (like age 2 or 3) included casual conversations with God. To me, it was the most natural thing in the world. When I was maybe 4 or 5, my Grandmother explained the mechanics of Jesus, God and Heaven. This all made perfect sense to me as it all fit neatly into my previous experiences.

The fear element was induced later, i.e. hell, condemnation etc. That anxiety created a barrier to God and I, so I avoided Him until I was about 19. At that time, I was given to understand scripture in deeper context and what 'Hell" really represents. Once I banished that fear, I reawakened my relationship with God. It was strange, I remember being in such a state of joy and awe, that when I closed my eyes, it was still bright.

The most important lesson that God gave directly to me is "Don't judge Me". In other words, don't let the images that the 'world' holds of God distort or interfere with you perception of Him. Once you banish this world view and open yourself up, in total trust, to discovering God, then you are free to receive new truth.

Rejecting the 'worldly' view of God has been the cornerstone of my faith which remains the cornerstone of my life.

Weird, huh!

Answer 6

I like your story.

Mine took place somewhere about 35 or so years ago when someone asked if he could pray for me.

Up until that time, I had been involved in a lifestyle of drugs, booze, cigs, etc.

I wasn't raised in a Christian home. I grew up Jewish, with the belief that Jesus was a liar, a deceiver, a blasphemer.

When Bryan Ruud asked me if he could pray for me, that disturbed me, but I figured he was talking to a dead man, so it wouldn't matter, anyway.

Nonetheless, I was scared that I was allowing one of those "christian" people talk to me, since that really wasn't right or appropriate.

Well, he prayed, and God answered. The Lord gave me a revelation that Jesus truly IS the Messiah my people had been looking for all these years. It was like electricity running through every cell of my body carrying that message!

When the initial shock passed, I was finally able to respond with "uh - oh - uh - OK"

The moment I said OK, the Lord began to clean me out of all the drugs, etc. He totally set me free, and I felt clean for the first time, and felt truly forgiven. He gave me a new heart, and even a new mind.

Then I heard a voice - audibly - telling me that I would never turn on again. When I turned to see who said it, I realized that there was nobody around any more - they had all moved on! I KNEW that was Jesus, Himself, speaking to me!

I've never been the same since, and even after having been kidnapped for my faith, when I went through some "deprogramming" by religious friends of my older brother, even though at one point, because of undue pressure when I denied Jesus, yet to this day, I continue to love and serve Him with all my heart, because He STILL forgave me, after all that!

He's AWESOME!

Answer 7

My whole life I was looking for something more. I looked at Mormonism, hoping that it was Christianity, but it wasn't. Then, I got off of that and was really depressed and had other problems as well. Finally, I started going to this kid's Bible study and another friend invited me to church so I was saved. It took twice to get me there because I wasn't open to strangers taking me to church. But right before I was saved, I took a walk and I heard the Lord telling me something and it was to dump this guy so I quit talking to him. so then I was ready for the Lord. :)

Answer 8

I was born catholic but never really believed or cared about it. My family was not really practicing any sort of religion. Essentially I was agnostic, borderline atheist. Disillusioned. Stagnant. God meant nothing to me in any way. If God was there, maybe, it was in some remote part of existence I guessed. Far away. A senile, passive, happy God, that didnt' really care. Ready to accept me into heaven if I ever died because no one ever really did anything wrong (my thinking would change drastically about these things). I never really cared either way.

I distinctly remember: I was a Sophomore in high school. I was going through a really hard time in my life where I was suicidal and feeling utterly alone, most likely clinically depressed amongst many other things. I was in a black pit. And all of my life seemed to progressively get worse up until that point in time. I was hopeless. One night, I opened this book of Christian (catholic) prayers and meditations. It talked about the unconditional love of God about hope, happiness, peace, meaning, truth, change. These things were foreign to me, but I knew that I wanted them, that they were like air. That these were the things that made life worth living. It was just what I needed to hear at that time. I shudder to think what may have become of me had this event not occurred. It was a moment of fate perhaps, a moment of grace...a mysterious moment, that changed me completely, irrevocably, forever. I opened my heart and mind to believe it was all true. That this Jesus and this God were true and real. I prayed. I cried. I hoped.

Before I knew it, I was changing, everything changed, my perspective, my attitude...I literally felt like a whole new person. I felt joy and peace like I had NEVER, ever known before. But, it wasn't even so much a feeling. It was a sense of something more unexplainable, inexplicable a sense of being "right" that all things were well. And also, a sense of a Person. My bitterness, antagonism, negativity and selfishness slowly seemed to melt away. Even my friends and family saw I was different. I was Beginning to believe and see that there was something to this Jesus, whom I had never really seen or esteemed before. I would read the bible and things would present themselves to me with the distinct tone of the truth. I was awed, I would even tremble as I read it. I would be so touched that I would cry. Even writing this, I cry a bit.

Like a flash of lightning, nothing ever seemed as true as this. I say this with certainty: it was NOT because I wanted it to be true, I was not projecting. It was true and I wanted it because I knew it was the truth. It was like being in a dark room forever and then, you one day find that there is daylight and a world so indescribably beautiful, you cannot help but want it because you know you were made for it. As though you had eaten dirt all of your life and suddenly discovered there was a plethora of food choices out there. Or, like you were a fish that one day discovered the sea. It was natural in that sense, true in that sense.

I had never felt so loved before. I had never wanted to love and do good like that before. I felt that if anyone could understand Christianity, that the world could be different. I understood the love of the apostles, the saints. It all just seemed to make sense to me.

I've been through a lot since then. Ups and downs, doubts and fears. I've always held onto God. When you first convert, its very emotional and very life changing and full of passion! This seems to fade a bit. I think God begins to teach us not to rely on emotion so much. As I said, its not pure emotion in the least but your emotions cannot but partake in this conversion experience.

It touches you in the deepest part of your soul. Your intellect, emotion, will. Everything you are seems to change. I cannot even put into words what Jesus has meant or done for me.

Oh, and I'm catholic.

Answer 9

Baptism brought me to Jesus, and the consistent teaching of the Gospel as I was growing up confirmed me in the faith.

Answer 10

A very bad relationship. She took me for a ride financially. My world tumbled downward. However, these events needed to occur, otherwise, I would not have come closer to the LORD. These events, literally, brought me down to my knees.

Praise the LORD for victory!!!

GOD bless