I've had a bunch of people ask me over the past few days how exactly it was that I came to Christ, and so I have been finding myself sharing my testimony time after time recently. As I was doing this, I realized that I have never given a full account on this blog of how I came to know Christ. So I decided that it is about time to do just that.
As many of you know, my dad is a pastor, so I have lived in a Christian home since the time I was born. There are a lot of advantages to having a parent in full-time ministry, but also a number of disadvantages. For me, the advantages were growing up listening to excellent biblical teaching and preaching, seeing lives of increasing Christ-likeness in my parents, and being around people at church who loved me and wanted to see God's best for me. But there were also disadvantages: people placed higher expectations on my brother and I than on other kids at church, we were forced to fit a certain mold of what people thought a pastor's son should look like, and we never felt like we quite fit in with the other kids at church. So from a very young age, I learned how to say and do all the right things so that people thought I was a Christian without having experienced any transformation on the inside.
On top of this, I made a "decision" for Christ when I was about six years old. This happened at a summer vacation Bible school program when the youth counselors were asking if anyone wanted to give their life to Jesus. I didn't really want to give my life to Jesus (I didn't even know what this meant!), but the other kids were doing it, and heaven sounded nice, so I went ahead and did it anyway. The youth counselors told me after I said a prayer that they led me in that I was a Christian, and that I could be sure that I would go to heaven when I died. Even with them telling me this, I didn't feel any change on the inside, and there was certainly no difference on the outside.
So I continued in this lifestyle of conforming to what I thought people at church wanted to see on the outside but being rebellious on the inside for several years. There were a lot of "smaller" sins that I commited during those years, but nothing that most people would consider grievous. When I hit about the age of 15 and entered high school, however, all of that changed. At that point, I no longer cared about conforming to what anyone else wanted me to do, and all the rebellion and hard-heartedness that was on the inside began to work its way out. No one could have seen this change coming, but as I entered my freshman year in high school, a serious and very bad series of changes occured in my life.
To start with, I got involved in a relationship with a girl from school that proved to be very toxic for both of us. The relationship never became sexual, but it was filled with raging hormones, disregard for the opinions of others, and a lot of secrecy. This toxic relationship led to a lot of other things: open rebellion against my parents, a web of telling lies to pretty much everyone I cared about, skipping a lot of school, falling grades, and damaged relationships with almost all my friends. By the grace of God, my parents finally discovered the full extent of what I was doing and intervened. They basically grounded me from anything not related to school, told me that I had to break up with this girlfriend, and kept a very close eye on everything that I did. I knew that I couldn't get away with much more, but my heart still wasn't ready to submit.
After I broke off the relationship with this girl, that was honestly the lowest point in my life. Even though I had been the one to end it, I didn't want to. In fact, that was the one and only time in my life that I have actually contemplated suicide, because I just couldn't see any hope or joy in living without her. Thankfully I didn't do anything foolish in harming myself, but I still spent several weeks struggling in my own heart. I knew I had to make a choice: I could either get bitter at my parents and allow their intervention to turn into hatred in my heart, or I could submit.
As weeks passed and I continued to be grounded, I was pretty much at rock-bottom. And it was finally there, at that place of absolute discouragement, hopelessness, and despair that God began to work in my heart. He allowed me to see that the place where I was at was exactly where I will always end up when I choose to ignore Him and try to live life on my own. Through that, He showed me that my heart was wicked, corrupt, and beyond my ability to cure. And I realized that the only way I could move forward and restore all the damage that I had caused was through surrendering my life to Christ. So it was finally at that point, during the summer of 2000 when I was 15 years old, that I first repented and trusted in Christ for salvation.
When I made that decision to trust in Christ, things began to change pretty quickly. Within a matter of days, God began to place in me an insatiable desire to read His word and pray. I had never honestly sat down and read the Bible on my own before that time, but as I began to read the Bible (starting in Genesis) I just couldn't get enough! Since I was still grounded, I had plenty of time on my hands, too, so I started reading large portions of the Bible for two or three hours a day. He also gave me a new desire to be a blessing to other people rather than a burden. I never really liked Christians before this point, but with the changes that God made in my heart, I actually enjoyed being around my brothers and sisters in Christ, and I wanted to do good to them and show them God's love. Within a matter of months, a number of big changes were obvious in my life, and lots of people were noticing the difference.
At that same time (about 2 or 3 months after I received Christ) God directed me to join a vibrant youth group at a church near my own. It was part of a small community church that wouldn't really catch your eye, but it had a dynamic youth pastor who loved God with all his heart and preached His word unlike anyone else I'd ever heard. Through that group, I got tied in to a small group Bible study lead by a young guy who had come out of a Calvary Chapel Bible college. In that group, our leader took a group of six or seven of us young guys verse by verse through the book of Romans, and opened up God's word to us in a way I had never experienced! His passion and enthusiasm for God's word were contagious, and through that experience I realized that I wanted to spend my time doing the same thing that this youth leader had done for me in teaching me how to study God's word for myself. That first year after I received Christ was incredibly transformative for me, and it propelled me onto the path that I am still going down to this day.
After that first year, life started to go by more quickly. I keep pressing in to learn God's word better, to grow as a disciple of Christ, and to discern God's will for my life. While I had never opened God's word to read it on my own before I was 15, I spent my last three years in high school literally devouring it whenever I could. By the time I graduated from high school, I honestly had read through the Bible at least 12 times (mostly in English, but one time also in Spanish). Other people recognized my desire to study God's word and teach it to others, and so they directed me to go to Multnomah Bible College, a calling which God clearly confirmed.
Since the time that I made the decision to go to Multnomah, God has done a lot of work in my heart and life. I have spent the last six years working very hard to learn God's word better, and I don't regret spending a single one of those years the way I have. These years have been challenging, stretching, and at times frustrating, but God has worked through them all to make me the man I am today. I am genuinely thankful for the path that God has led me down, and although I probably would not have chosen it if presented with the option beforehand, I would not change one bit of it when looking at my past in hindsight.
So where am I going from here? That's a great question! I can honestly say that the thing I am most passionate about in life is to teach God's word to others so that they can read it for themselves and grow spiritually in the process. I have had many opportunities to do this in the past, I have seen God bless my efforts, and I have had people much older and wiser than me affirm that I do have this gift. I don't exactly know where God will use this gift. My heart beats for the local church, and I want to spend myself in the work of strengthing and building up whichever local congregation God might place me in during any particular season of my life. Beyond this, I can't say much. What I can say for sure, though, is that God is not finished working in me yet, and that if the future proves to be anything like the past, I am in for a very interesting journey!
Thank you, Father, that you have taken someone like me-someone who rejected you, rebelled against your laws, and slandered your name-and chosen to make me your son! Your grace is much greater than I can imagine, and your mercy much greater than I could ever see. Let your Spirit continue His work within me, and let me never be content until your perfect work of making me more like Jesus is accomplished. Amen!