In my early childhood, I had grown up in a Christian household. My mother and father would take my brothers and I to church every Sunday morning, and I would also go to a church group for kids to learn about the Bible after each Sunday service. I had always viewed Sunday mornings with a…
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Do you ever ask the question, “How can anyone see hope from tragedy?” This is a question that over years of contemplation, I’ve found an answer to. I come from a family where both of my parents came from a traditional church setting which by their admission had a small impact on their lives. At…
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Growing up in a strong Christian home made me never second-guess my faith. My parents were both missionaries and served in many countries before I was born. Hearing their stories and how God impacted them made me want to follow in their footsteps. I attended Spencer Lake Youth Camp for a few years as well…
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I have always put so much focus on what people think about me. The judgement of others has for so long been my greatest fear. I grew up overweight, and being different from my classmates in elementary and middle school tore down my self-esteem as I got older and realized that difference. I was never…
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My high school experience was pretty good, I seemed to have everything I could have wanted – I was class president, valedictorian, and on homecoming court. My group of friends was mainly made up of people I went to church and youth group with – some of my best friends were captains with me on…
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My faith has always been a part of my life and it has always been important to me to live a life that honors God, however its role and my understanding of my faith varied at different times as I grew up. My family would regularly attend church, and I would go to youth group…
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I would say that I had a pretty great life growing up. I was brought up in a Christian home with my mother as an incredible example of Christ’s light everyday. I attended a Christian grade school and grew up at church every Sunday. I honestly can’t recall one specific moment in my life where…
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I grew up in a Catholic home. I went the whole nine yards as a Catholic and was confirmed my freshman year of high school. I thought that being confirmed was the final stamp of approval I needed to be able to say that I knew God. Although I believed that I knew Him, the…
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Plagued. All the time. Questions have always plagued my head ever since we started going to the place called “church”. All throughout elementary school and middle school the speaker always knew with such certainty who the creator of the world was and what that meant, namely God. “OK, God is here”, I thought, but how…
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If I could summarize my journey before coming to fully know Christ into one phrase it would be “misplaced identity.” I was born into a Christian home and as a result I knew who God was and that He loved me. I’m sure I accepted Christ as my savior early on in my life, but…
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