After all, how could He love someone that was so imperfect? Therefore, I had no deep desire to follow God. My discouragement and shame made it hard for me to attend church. Consequently, I would only go to church on Sundays because my parents took me. In spite
In my younger years of life my heritage; such as my family of origin did not have a negative or positive aspect with my relationship with God. My family did not really talk to me about our religion but, I knew we were Christians due to some of the spiritual figures and bibles placed around my house. I would rarely go to church with my family except on holiday’s such as; Easter and Mother’s Day. My family never baptized me or made sure that I was saved. I believe my location and my elementary school friends played a greater role with my developing relationship with God than, my family of origin in younger years of age.
When I was seven I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior for myself. It was at this time I realized I could not make it into Heaven on the salvation of my parents and that even though I had loved Jesus for as long as my seven-year-old mind could remember I had not said the sinner’s prayer. When the altar call came at Children’s Church (which I rarely attended) that Sunday I made that commitment. My relationship with my family is forever growing. I have two brothers and a sister whom are biologically related to me.
Three weeks early the holiday my parents and neighbor start shopping buy new house materials, staffing for the chicken. Me as kid when holiday came I want get new shoes and clothes. My favorite part of the holiday is eve night because, we have big ceremonies in church. I grew up with Coptic Orthodox Christian. The church is starting 10 PM U.S. time and In Ethiopian time 3 PM.
I had other things to deal with that where deal breakers one was my age because by state law there is an age restriction for law enforcement and education. Throughout my journey I had the opportunity to start a relationship with my son and quickly realize that my son and his mom where Christians. My son invited me to his church, I had accepted Christ in my life before but was not serving the Lord the way I should and it was a while since I attended church. The relationship started to get stronger and I spend a lot of time with my son and throughout spending time with him a relationship started with his mom again. We are married now, I was baptized at our church and when I first started my journey with them my wife was going to school and I thought here it was late for me but she was doing it and doing it well she graduated with honors.
Through good times and bad I can always see God working out his plan for me. Sometimes God does not answer my prayers the way I wanted them or even just not given an answer but I have learned that at those times I need to just let it go so I can get it done. One event in my life that has impacted me is my ability and my loving heart to serve with the little one year olds at my church. I have been doing this since the start of 8th grade. I have committed to serve at Inland Hills Church every Sunday.
Over the summer, I visited my father’s side of the family after not seeing them in years. As an adult, I started to learn things about my family that was too inappropriate to know as a child. While I was discovering new things about my family, I found out that the some of my father’s side of the family were Jehovah Witnesses. During the whole visit, they repeatedly were trying to persuade me into becoming a Jehovah’s Witness. Even after saying that I was not interested, they proceeded to continue to try to convert me.
They valued things like respect. My mom grew up in a family where they all went to a catholic church every sunday so it is viewed as a ritual that my she always took part in. Therefore, if she was to go to church, then I was too. From the time that I was a baby until I was 16 I never had the choice to choose what I wanted or what I believed. So how was I supposed to understand other religious views that people held if I wasn’t able to learn about them?
As the months went by, things turned out to be great! I had the opportunity to serve in The Church and in my community but as the year came to an end, my year mark as a member of The Lord 's Church drew closer. I was getting worried because I was always told by my leaders that I should think of the opportunity that I had to serve a mission. It wasn 't something that I ever thought of doing because I always felt like I wouldn 't be able to stay away from my family for so long, worrying about who would take care of them, or whether something would happen to them while I was away, or if I would ever see them again.