Personal Narrative: How Christianity Changed My Life

Growing up, my family and I were on and off church goers. In my younger years we went every Sunday, but as time passed, we seemed to go less and less. Though I no longer attended church, I still believed in God. I devoted my life to the lord at the age of seven, while attending a youth camp in Michigan designed to bring young hearts to the lord. I participated in the camp for several years, but as I got older, I wanted the summers to play sports and socialize with my friends. So I stopped going. I became what some would call a “pocket Christian”; I would only pray to Jesus in my time of need and then stick the whole “Christianity thing” back in my pocket when everything in my life was fine again. As I started to hit my teen years, I began to reject the idea of God. I was suffering from depression, and trying my hardest to participate
I agreed because I had a little brother who was interested in attending and I would never discourage his faith because of my beliefs. What I didn’t know was that it was to be the most life changing experience I had to this day. I walked into camp thinking that I would hate it, and for the first few days I did, than I started making friends and things seemed fine; I was going to make it. What I had forgotten is that the pastor from my childhood church was the man who ran the camp, Billy Walker Sr., he had a tradition where every Tuesday night he would speak to the campers and ask them to accept Jesus into their hearts. He is the man who helped me find my faith for the first time and the last time. I swore I heard the voice of God in that man’s gospel; it was the most convicting and life altering sermon. By the time he was done speaking, I was on my knees in tears prey that god forgive me. I had undeniable proof that the lord was real. I felt his presents in that room. I was kneeling right before