Author	Thread: Earliest memories
MargoSolo View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 24 Jan, 2011 09:18 PM Ok, this is something I just wanted to share with everyone as I have reflected on it today. People ask me when it was that I made a decision for Christ. Typically my answer has been that it was around the age of 11 or 12 when I was in confirmation class, but when I rewind the years even earlier, I have one memory of my dad reading bible stories to us at night. One night he told me that Jesus died for me. The strangest thing was that in my little 6 year old brain, without really knowing much else, it made perfect sense. I remember thinking, "WELL, SOMEONE HAD TO". Is that weird or what? (I mean weird in a good way). Can anyone related to something like this as a child? Post Reply
Elisa View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 24 Jan, 2011 10:24 PM My experience was a bit different. Around the age of three I became sick and was hospitalized. When the pain became unbearable, Jesus scooped me up and dropped me off with God. Whenever the nurses would come in with the torture devices, I would get carried back. Post Reply
View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 24 Jan, 2011 11:52 PM Ok this is not as cool as yours, but ever since I can remember blowing out candles on a birthday cake and making a wish I would always wish to go the heaven, after all why waste a wish on anything less than that! Post Reply
bcpianogal View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 25 Jan, 2011 08:01 AM I never remember NOT believing in God, and I never remember NOT believing that Jesus died for my sins. I was raised in a Christian home, and was taught from the Bible daily. When I was about 5 or 6, though, a boy a few years older than me got "saved and baptized" at my church. I started asking questions, like "Why did he have to get saved? Didn't he already love Jesus? And why did he have to get baptized?" My parents patiently answered my questions using Bible verses. Finally one night, after I was in bed, it really hit me: loving Jesus and believing in God wasn't quite enough...I needed to make a conscious decision to accept Him and His gift of Salvation and turn my life over to Him completely. I made that decision right then and there, and told my parents about it the next day. I wasn't baptized until I was 10, but I was saved the instant I made that decision to accept His gift of salvation. So that's my earliest memory of my understanding of salvation. I have earlier memories of other things, but they are really insignificant compared to that one! Post Reply
View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 25 Jan, 2011 11:17 AM I remember my Mom was the host of a Five Day Club.Some people came to our neighbor hood in 1973,who must have been from a church.The neighborhood kids came over .We sang songs about Jesus and God they taught us and listened as they shared the gospel to us.I saw so much joy in their faces that when they asked who wanted to accept Jesus in their heart my sister and I both said yes.My life changed that day ,I had Jesus as my friend and joy in my heart,Ibirthed in my heart was a love for singing. Mom had donuts for our treat.(maybe that's why I love donuts). Post Reply
View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 25 Jan, 2011 11:21 AM Not to threadjack!....just wanted to share..... Reading these posts makes me angry and heart broke for children whose parents did not tell them about God. Sure I was raised Catholic, but I cannot remember a time when I didn't believe in God. Except when I was much older, however the solution to that was to ask God if He existed to please make himself better know to me, which He did! The results of a good foundation! This has even carried over into my horse training when working with babies. I know now that when a horse gets stressed or scared later in life they will always fall back to what they first learned, their foundation. So the first thing I teach them is to trust me and not their flesh. Post Reply
theDave View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 25 Jan, 2011 05:14 PM OK, I literally remember being in the crib as an infant seeing light move across the wall. Looking back it was just a car with its headlights on passing by. but that's my earliest natural memory. I remember being 5 and hating going to church. I remember trying to sabotage our weekly trip to sunday school putting rocks (small ones) underneath the tires of my grandparents' Buick Le Sabre. It didn't work. I got "saved" at 7 when I got dragged to a Sunday night chruch service, which didn't seem fair because we had already gone that morning, and the preacher asked if anyone wanted to go to heaven. It seemed like the most logical thing in the world! I mean, who wouldn't want to go to heaven? That day I asked Jesus to come into my heart which didn't really make sense to me at the time; but He is God and the world was still magical at the time so I figured it was possible. (This was before I had ever seen one of those Hollywood behind the scenes shows where they show you how they make special effects) I got saved this morning when I woke up and spoke to God. I read His word and asked Him for the wisdom and the guidance to, just for one day, live for Him. I'll probably get saved again tomorrow morning. Post Reply
View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 25 Jan, 2011 10:19 PM Becoming a Christian to me was a process God started in my life around the age of 7 according to my memory, and cumulated by me accepting Him as Lord and Saviour around the age of 16. My first realization that God was real and great was at the age of 7 because of a soccer match! Around the age of 12 I made Joseph son of Jacob my hero because my grandma read me Joseph's story. Then at the age of 16 I accepted Him. Just like most marriages our relationship with God is usually a process of before and after being joined together in commitment. Post Reply
View Profile History	Earliest memories Posted : 28 Jan, 2011 10:38 PM Ever since I can remember I believed in Jesus. But I never truly surrendered untill 16. Then I was honestly saved! But I was raised by my dad to believe that no matter what I do on earth I can go to Heaven. Not saying that God doesn't forgive, but saying that I could basically still sin and indulge myself and still get into Heaven. But thats not what the Bible teaches. After I got saved, the Holy Spirit revealed that to me. Please pray for my father, for he is still on the wrong path =( Thanks for your prayers! It will be done! Post Reply