ChristianConsFurryGuy
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First off, I don’t plan on giving you my life story, just the important parts. I won’t bore you with my life because frankly, I’ve already experienced it and rather not have to remember it again.
In High School, I was a pimply faced young man, socially awkward and suffering from depression. The one joy I had aside from drawing was my time in Choir class. I loved to sing and was a pretty decent tenor.
One day, the Choir teacher announced that they were looking for volunteers for a Christmas event called the Singing Christmas Tree. It was a yearly event in my home state of Oregon and was even televised for the holidays. At the time, I hadn’t thought about that part, but thought it would be fun so I volunteered.
It was there that I met a group of young men who alarmed me. They were happy, energetic young men who welcomed me in with open arms and became my friend. I had very few friends in school and to have these guys suddenly treat me with such kindness and love alarmed me.
For the next few months, I went to the Church where I was welcomed, encouraged and treated as if I was a dear friend by everyone. During our practice times, I grew more and more close to those around me.
In December, getting near our time for the event was also my birthday. Usually, I expected just me and my family to celebrate it, but this day in particular I would be surprised. The teenage boys who I got to know came to my home and took me out! We went to an arcade to enjoy some games, ate pizza, watched movies and had an amazing time. They had even pooled their money together and got me a present, which I had no idea why anyone other than family would do. It was a NIV student bible.
When I was a child, my mother, a former Quaker and member of Job’s daughters, had always put me in Summer bible school to give me something to do during these months. Even then, I had only heard a few stories from the bible, but never really got into anything deep: heck, I was just a kid back then.
Now as a teenager, I was introduced formally to Jesus. These teenage boys who barely knew me were treating me with such love and friendship. I was a geeky nobody and yet they treated me with more affection than I had ever experienced from someone other than family. No one preached to me or tried to tell me I was going to hell if I didn’t repent: they just loved me like a friend. With that bible in hand, I decided then and there to find out where this love came from.
With their silent testimony, my walk with Jesus began.
I attended church, studied my bible, and really started to understand the depths of God’s love and his eternal plan for me and for all mankind. Like any other person, I had a hard time understanding what I was learning, yet I continued. As I attended church, my mother often commented that she liked me going there.
“You’re like a different person.” She’d said one day. “You seem happier now.” I hadn’t really noticed myself, and realized then that I had become happier. The time I spent at that church changed my outlook on life.
Eventually, I gave my heart to Jesus and asked him into my life. It wasn’t until after I had graduated and joined the Army that I had been baptized by a chaplain at the base in Fort Knox, Kentucky. It was in a small church on base where me and three other soldiers came into the old sanctuary and was baptized there. I was walking back to my barracks, but felt like I was a foot off the ground. Even though I didn’t last long enough in the Army to serve, the experience of baptism was one I would never forget.
You’re wondering, why is he writing about this? It is a common practice in both the Bible and Christian faith to give one’s testimony about their salvation. It not only gives you more insight into the person, but also about how they came from disbelief to faith. I’ve heard a few that stood out in the past and many have helped strengthen my faith. It is my earnest hope that my testimony will do the same.
In High School, I was a pimply faced young man, socially awkward and suffering from depression. The one joy I had aside from drawing was my time in Choir class. I loved to sing and was a pretty decent tenor.
One day, the Choir teacher announced that they were looking for volunteers for a Christmas event called the Singing Christmas Tree. It was a yearly event in my home state of Oregon and was even televised for the holidays. At the time, I hadn’t thought about that part, but thought it would be fun so I volunteered.
It was there that I met a group of young men who alarmed me. They were happy, energetic young men who welcomed me in with open arms and became my friend. I had very few friends in school and to have these guys suddenly treat me with such kindness and love alarmed me.
For the next few months, I went to the Church where I was welcomed, encouraged and treated as if I was a dear friend by everyone. During our practice times, I grew more and more close to those around me.
In December, getting near our time for the event was also my birthday. Usually, I expected just me and my family to celebrate it, but this day in particular I would be surprised. The teenage boys who I got to know came to my home and took me out! We went to an arcade to enjoy some games, ate pizza, watched movies and had an amazing time. They had even pooled their money together and got me a present, which I had no idea why anyone other than family would do. It was a NIV student bible.
When I was a child, my mother, a former Quaker and member of Job’s daughters, had always put me in Summer bible school to give me something to do during these months. Even then, I had only heard a few stories from the bible, but never really got into anything deep: heck, I was just a kid back then.
Now as a teenager, I was introduced formally to Jesus. These teenage boys who barely knew me were treating me with such love and friendship. I was a geeky nobody and yet they treated me with more affection than I had ever experienced from someone other than family. No one preached to me or tried to tell me I was going to hell if I didn’t repent: they just loved me like a friend. With that bible in hand, I decided then and there to find out where this love came from.
With their silent testimony, my walk with Jesus began.
I attended church, studied my bible, and really started to understand the depths of God’s love and his eternal plan for me and for all mankind. Like any other person, I had a hard time understanding what I was learning, yet I continued. As I attended church, my mother often commented that she liked me going there.
“You’re like a different person.” She’d said one day. “You seem happier now.” I hadn’t really noticed myself, and realized then that I had become happier. The time I spent at that church changed my outlook on life.
Eventually, I gave my heart to Jesus and asked him into my life. It wasn’t until after I had graduated and joined the Army that I had been baptized by a chaplain at the base in Fort Knox, Kentucky. It was in a small church on base where me and three other soldiers came into the old sanctuary and was baptized there. I was walking back to my barracks, but felt like I was a foot off the ground. Even though I didn’t last long enough in the Army to serve, the experience of baptism was one I would never forget.
You’re wondering, why is he writing about this? It is a common practice in both the Bible and Christian faith to give one’s testimony about their salvation. It not only gives you more insight into the person, but also about how they came from disbelief to faith. I’ve heard a few that stood out in the past and many have helped strengthen my faith. It is my earnest hope that my testimony will do the same.
