A Five-Point Story: Acceptance

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Before my mission trip to New Orleans began, we had a prep retreat. This was a sleepover at some church where our team would bond by sharing stories and playing games.

At one point we filled out our "life journey with God," or "testimony," and had to do it with five major points hence the title of the blog and hopefully the blogs to come.

Point number one deals with the acceptance of Jesus into my life by praying the sinners prayer. I was seven. I did it in my basement. My mom told me what to say while she was sewing or at least I think she was sewing.

I don't even remember what urged me to ask her or what I even said. I do remember being a little rushed because I thought I heard someone coming and I didn't want them to see me in the middle of accepting Jesus in my life. I mean, how embarrassing would it be for some seven year old, right?

So this is significant moment number one is my testimony, my life journey. I don't remember what I said or what urged me to do it, but I remember it.

It seems kinda silly to make this such an important moment in my life. It seems silly to me because I don't really remember anything about it other than those few details up above. We all seem to remember that moment though of accepting Jesus in our hearts so there has to be something special about that.

My old youth leader, who will come up in a later post, said he couldn't count the amount of times he accepted Jesus into his heart which struck me as a youth because I thought you could only do it once, like there was some limit on how many times you could say it. I think after he said that I started doing it more too because sometimes I wasn't sure if I really meant it back when I was seven. Nothing like a little reassurance.

I guess, maybe, that God might accidentally skip my name in the book that says I'm cool to go in heaven and that if I had my name in their multiple times the chances for him accidentally skipping me would be less. It doesn't seem believable now but I think youth-me would have believed it because I believed pretty much anything back then.

So accepting Jesus into my heart at the old age of seven is point one in my five-point story.