Our pastor, Dr Lou Fortier, recently gave an excellent sermon on how to present your "Faith Story" in a clear and God-honouring way. By "Faith Story" is meant the story of how someone become a Christian. So, here's my Faith Story and hopefully I've taken Lou's guidance to heart!
I grew up in England and went to a working class high school called Maryhill Comprehensive School. On a few occasions our assemblies were presented by evangelists who talked about how Jesus had died for my sins on a wooden cross and that He had risen from the dead 3 days later in order to make a way for us to have a relationship with God. They offered to pray with anyone who wanted to become a Christian. Their depiction of the Gospel resonated with me but I was afraid to make any kind of commitment because I was afraid that my friends would think I was weird. Looking back, the feeling that it "resonated," and was true, was God already calling me to trust in Him, but good old peer pressure kept me from commiting.
I left the high school at the age of 17 to go to a sixth form college where I did my A Levels. I still kept in touch with a few of my friends from high school and one in particular told me about a Christian youth group that he had started attending. I was intrigued but never went to that youth group. One Saturday we all took a train to Manchester to do some shopping and I just happened to be with two of the friends who were Christians. I saw a gathering in one of the parks and persuaded my two friends to come with me to see what the gathering was all about - politics, religion or something else. As we got closer I could see it was some kind of Christian evangelistic event and I started to feel a little uneasy. Out of nowhere, a fella came up to the three of us and in turn, starting with the friends either side of me, asked "Are you a Christian?" They both answered truthfully, yes, but when it came to me I lied by saying yes too, hoping this would end the conversation and we could leave. But, no, he had a second question that he asked each of my friends: "Are you a born-again Christian?" Again, they both answered truthfully, yes, but I couldn't lie any more because I knew I wasn't really a Christian and said "No." This fella asked me if knew Jesus had died for my sins; I said yes. He asked me if I knew that if I got knocked down by a bus whilst shopping in Manchester that I would be going to hell; again I said yes. He asked me if I would go to the front of the gathering (in the US it's commonly called an "alter call"); but I said no. He pushed me further to ask why I wasn't willing to be slightly embarassed by going to the front of the gathering when Jesus had suffered such public humilation on the cross for my sins. I didn't have a good answer but I wasn't going to budge. Then he seemed to relent a little and asked if he could pray with me; I said yes. I don't remember the words, but I do remember the feeling and the internal emotions as I prayed with this fella. I felt that God was telling me "Now or never" that it was time for me to decide to follow Him and trust Him. So finally I did trust Him by praying that simple prayer (often called "the Believers Prayer"). My pride or shyness meant that God needed to send a pushy street evangelist before I would give in to Him, but I'm forever grateful for that fella for being so direct and pushy. I don't even know his name!
So that's my Faith Story, or at least the start of it. After that I started attending the youth group with my two Christian friends and unpacked the ramifications of my simple prayer. I learned about Christian community and what it really meant to be a follower of Christ. It certainly hasn't been smooth sailing for me after becoming a Christian, but throughout the ups and downs of my life, I've never regretted the decision I made that day on the streets of Manchester. I heartily recommend it to everyone!
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