But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to myriads of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven, and to God, the Judge of all, and to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood, which speaks better than the blood of Abel. Hebrews 12:22-24
I can't remember the day or time when I came to believe that Jesus was God's son. I was taken to the church that my Grandma and her sisters were founding members of in my hometown since I was a newborn. We went every time the doors were opened. My dad was a song leader. My parents met at that church, and both sets of my grandparents and some aunts and uncles all attended. So, I always knew that one day I would confess Jesus and be baptized for the cleansing of my sins.
When I became a teenager, I started to struggle with the WHEN. When would I make that commitment to God? Was I ready to live a Christian life? I had long reached the age of knowing right from wrong, but I was very unsure that I could live a life without sinning. And that was the problem. I thought being a Christian equaled not sinning.
The summer I was fourteen, I started to talk with some friends from church about being baptized. If I remember correctly, these conversations happened at Camp Bandina. A few weeks later, on a Sunday night after worship, an elder who worked very closely with the youth approached me and said, "Amanda, I hear that you are thinking about being baptized?" I told him yes, I had been thinking about it. He asked, "What is holding you back?" I told him something about not knowing if I was ready. His next words will forever be etched in my memory. "Amanda, do you sin?" I told him yes. "Are you responsible for those sins?" Again, I replied with a yes. "Amanda, wouldn't you like those sins to be washed away?" I can't remember what I told Farmer Krejci that day, but I do remember being convicted of my sins for the first time in my life and wanting SO badly to have Jesus take them away for me.
On the way home from church that night, I told my dad that I wanted to be baptized the next Sunday. Looking back, I should have done it right away! Nevertheless, we went home and told my mama, and the next Sunday we all went to church. It was July 7, 1991. When the invitation song was being sung, my dad walked with me to the front.........I was SO nervous! After filling out the response card, Virgil Davis asked me if I wanted my Dad to baptize me. I hadn't even thought of WHO would do the baptizing and never thought it could be Daddy. I said yes! So, on that day, in front of my family and church family who had known me my whole life, I confessed Jesus and my precious earthly daddy baptized me for the cleansing of my sins. It was a happy day! After the closing prayer, I came out of the little room by the baptistery and the youth group surrounded me and sang "We Love You with the Love of the Lord". (Below is a picture of that youth group just weeks before coming home from Camp Bandina.........I am the blond girl in the bottom left with the striped shirt.)
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That day was the beginning for me like it was for so many others. That day I made a covenant with God through his son Jesus.............a covenant that at that time, I still didn't fully comprehend. Yes, I knew enough and was ready to make the covenant, but I had so much to learn. In the days, months, and even years after being baptized I struggled with keeping Jesus as my focus. I still held to the thought that being a Christian simply meant not sinning. During those times, sin was so enticing, and I often felt guilty because I knew I was not living the life that I had promised to live. I was faithful in my attendance and involvement with the church, but at other times I was doing things that were contrary to God's will.
Through it all, though, God has always provided the straight path for me to choose and follow. As I have gotten older, saying no to temptations has become easier. Especially with the encouragement of my husband and church family. Also, I have come to realize that it is much more than living right. It's the WHY we are living right; it's the excitement of knowing He has won the victory; it's looking at my life here on earth as temporary; it's seeing His mission for me to shine His light to others. My prayer today, is that I continue to seek God, know His ways better, and DO THEM! I get the DON'Ts..........and now I am ready to live a life that shouts the fact that I am planning to be with Him in Heaven and that I want others to be there, too.
What was your beginning like? If you have not had your beginning yet, what is holding you back? I would love to hear your comments.
Manda