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Growing up my family attended an "anti-gospel" church where nothing about the Gospel or salvation was preached. From attending church the few times we did I discovered about the concept of sin and of heaven and hell.
I knew from that young age that I didn't want to end up in hell as I heard it was a horrible place for one to land. Unfortunately no one could really tell me the way to heaven, some said be good and others told me that when you die you will come to a crossroads one leads to hell and one to heaven.
(laughs) The narrow and difficult one leads to heaven the the broad and nice one to hell. I hoped in my heart that I would remember this the day I came to the crossroads.
When I was about eleven years old my mother got born again in a tent crusade. We were not living with her at the time and she told us about her faith when she came to visit for holidays.
I loved my mother but everybody in the family said that she had lost it so when she asked me to accept Christ I was reluctant and told her to wait a few years. She left me with a bible which introduced me to the idea of God and that's when I started praying to God.
After a year we went back to live with my mother and the pressure to accept Christ was increased as I grew older. I enjoyed going to church with her and I participated in church programs, at some stage I told myself I'm born again even though I don't remember if I did make a confession or not.
When I got to my teens however I stopped saying I'm born again and joined my other siblings who kept postponing. After my big brother got born again we were all going to church and the gospel was preached regularly in the house.
My excuse for not accepting Christ was that I wanted to hear him witnessing in my heart as well and then I would know that I also should get born again. By this time I was praying regularly and I loved Jesus but I still didn't want to accept him to be my lord as I felt that He would change too much of my life and my way of doing things.
During this period I passed my metric and went to University. I thought I was finally free to live any way I wanted and do all that I couldn't do at home but to my disappointment none of those seemed to appeal to me.
I found myself missing home and our church. When I went home for the mid year recess, one night when everyone was going to bed I felt like staying up.
I looked for something to read and i couldn't find anything since I had read all those those books many times before. I took an old king James bible that had been there for years and tried to read it.
I didn't understand much and put it down. I was then led to an old small book titled "He gave himself" which is about the life of Jesus while he was on earth.
I read up until I read the part about His death and I was cut to the heart. The author said that that day the Jews rejected Christ and everyday man refuse to accept Jesus they are rejecting Christ all over again.
I was shocked and cried out that "Lord I will never reject you I love you". At that moment I sensed the presence of God in my room and Jesus expressed his love for me.
Right there on my floor I gave my heart to Christ. When I got to church on Sunday I was soo on fire.
Everyone could see that something had happened to me. When they gave the alter call I ran to the front surprising every one, I went just so that everyone would know that am now born again!! I told every one I met that I'm born again oh what Joy and Peace has filled my heart since that day.