On Being Saved. Today, from the personal file, comes my story on being saved. It’s probably going to be a short story. I’ve come to believe that it is also through a child’s view and experience.
On Being Saved
For I was a child when I believe I asked Jesus into my heart, at church camp, with the help of a teenage counselor.
I couldn’t have been more than 10-years old, maybe 8? Going to church camp was the highlight of my little life back then. I LOVED CHURCH CAMP. At least that is the feeling I remember from that memory in my life back then.
Remembering it now is like seeing quick photos. The A-frame cabins, tall trees in what seemed like way back deep in the woods, the simple and quaint dining hall, meetings in the early evenings outdoors sitting on logs, and of course the “barn-ish” chapel. The chapel was indoor/outdoor sort of thing. It was covered but had no walls. There was lots of games, crafts, worship, learning, fellowship.
It was there that I first heard about asking Jesus into your heart, to be saved. A teenage counselor asked me if I would like to do that and I said yes. So we sat on the end of my bunk and she read a verse from the Bible and we prayed. Well, she prayed. She prayed for me perhaps? I closed my eyes and bowed my head and I listened to her as she prayed out loud.
And that is probably where my Christian life began. But it is also where it stayed for a long time, in a child’s mind, until years later.
I’m going to have to leave it there for now, for I need to go to work. Maybe I can expand on this next week.
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