How Did I Come to Christ?

My parents had been in the church since before I was born. I grew up in that environment. The church was - and still is - my family. To see people being delivered and receiving gifts from the Lord was something that I was desensitized to. So my coming to Christ didn’t come through anything like that: it surprisingly came through logic.

At the age of thirteen, I wanted to give my life to Christ because I didn’t want to die not having given mine to Christ. I wanted to meet him and understand him. So I read the Bible. It made sense to me. I got baptized not long after.

What confirmed it to me was when I lost an important document. I really didn’t want my parents to know about what I had done. So I prayed and prayed relentlessly, honestly for hours. I took a break from praying to freshen up for dinner. That’s when I stopped talking that I heard Him say: “Psalms 62”. A Psalm about God being with me and Him being my Rock.

I ended up finding the document that same night, after having calmed down and rejoiced in the fact that the Lord had talked to me.

The point of my testimony is short: let God talk to you. Search for Him relentlessly. Forget everything you’ve ever known and listen, for He will talk to you and show you his love. All you need to do is pay attention when the time comes.

​Eli