So tell yours. Every Christian has a story to tell about God's work in his/her life. If God's real, and he has done a real work in your life, you're the best witness to it. A testimony can't be denied or debated, but only accepted or rejected. And if you know God has done a transforming work in your life, testify to it and let the person decide.
When watching a movie, we are called to suspend our disbelief. Sharing your testimony allows the unbeliever to do this, at least for the moment. And that's all God needs to sow a seed. Logic is good, but stories are compelling and challenge presuppositions.
To see my story, view the "About Me" section.
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Chris:
When I was 12, my dad gave me a record called 'Old Doc Brown.' Doc lived in Kentucky during the depression, and his only ambition in life was to find cures for aches and ills. Most of his patients couldn't afford to pay him. So, as the song says, to a dusty room over a livery stable, Doc Brown with his satchel went. On the hitchin' post on the curb below to advertise his wares, he nailed a little sign that read, 'Doc Brown has moved upstairs.'
When Doc died, the town wanted to do something special for him. They took the little sign outside his office, dressed it up, and used it to mark his grave. The last verse goes like this: When southern breezes and twinkling stars caress our sleeping town, and the pale moon shines through Kentucky pines on the grave of Old Doc Brown, you can still see that old hitchin' post as if an answer to our prayers, mutely telling the whole wide world, Doc Brown has moved upstairs.
Looking back I realize that God used that song to instill a dream in me, a dream of helping others. In time I came to understand that I couldn't live the way Doc lived without God's help. So I took a chance on Jesus. I invited him to live in my heart, and I asked him to help me believe. I can't say that's made me the perfect servant, because it hasn't. But Jesus is alive and well. He is real, and with His help, I have been able to love in ways I could not have loved without him.
Mr. Hill,
Before high school, I knew there was a God and shuttered. I realized that I never would be good enough. Racked with thoughts of inferiority and hell, I went on a search for truth and hoped for a way out. I started reading the gospels to really discover who Jesus Christ was.
After reading, I found the true character of Christ. He loved the poor and broke the proud in two only wanting them to come back. This was man I could follow.
I got involved with my church and did what I could. I came to college and then got involved with the BCM. I have learned much and grown in my faith since being here. It has been a time of hope, joy, and redemption and I thank God for every moment of it.
Hello, Chris.
I was born into half Christian family. Women of my family were new born Christians few years before I was born while men weren't. I grew up knowing God and I let God to be my God. But I didn't believe in Jesus Christ as Son of God and Savior.
I knew God was good but I hated the Christians and the church (specifically Korean). The kids were mean, the adults didn't acknowledge me and the leaders didn't welcome me. I was all alone, never belonged to any sort, and I still went to church for many years to appease mom. Sometimes I'd lose faith and blamed God for bad things.
Around high school, I finally stood up to mom and decided not to go to church. Mom didn't understand and tried to force me or scare me into going but I said no. I couldn't tell her why because I usually wouldn't let my feelings out, not even a cry. For three years, I didn't go except on occasions like Christmas and Easter. On these occasions, I learned a little bit more and more about Jesus Christ and appreciated him for being a connection between God and people.
One night, my mom and my dad had a huge fight. So the next day, my mom disappeared for three days without saying a word to anyone. I knew my mom would be okay and she needed to get away for a while but I was really angry. During those three days, I went to American church alone and bought a New Testament Bible. Then I read the stories of Jesus, from Matthew to beginning of Acts. I was moved by how Jesus lived and died for the people. Then, I tearfully prayed to God and let Jesus Christ completely come into my heart and be my Savior along with prayer of redemption, petition and thanksgiving. My mom came back the night after my prayers and she told me why she did it. But I didn't care as long as she would never leave me again.
I was about 16 or 17 when it happened. I felt more alive than ever and felt God more as a real deal. I became a believer with new hope because Jesus Christ saved me. It was a fairly new faith when I came to RIT but my faith grew when I got involved with BCM. Heck, I prayed for BCM even if I didn't know what BCM was. I am blessed to be here and I am ever amazed to have God working in me, for me, and with me to this day.
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