My family were not Christians, they were Unitarians. When I became a Christian, it upset them. I remember my sister asking me whether this meant I thought she was going to go to hell. I wanted to tell her that I was hoping it meant that she would consider becoming a Christian herself.
I was scared to tell my parents at first, because even though I knew that they had always told me that decisions about what I believed would be my own to make, I also knew that they did not consider becoming a born-again Christian to be a wise choice.
I know that I hurt their feelings by not telling them quickly what had happened to me. That showed them that I didn’t really trust them to stand by their word. In recent years (this all happened more than 50 years ago), I’ve learned that my becoming a Christian upset them even more than I realized at the time.
My “new self” didn’t look all that different from my “old self”. There were not a whole lot of bad things that I’d been doing, and that I suddenly stopped doing. I’d been a fairly nice person who tried to do the right things.
Asking Jesus into my life as my Lord and King and Savior is the most important thing I ever did. The transformation that God brought into my life happened over time. I recently heard someone say, “The God who never changes is always encouraging me to change.” I grow daily in my knowledge and love of him.
Rebecca
