I have always believed in God, and as a child, I attended church with my mum and went to Sunday School. As I got older, I floated in and out of church, attending one week, missing the next. I was also working in a nursing home at the time, so working Sundays was expected of me. I believed I was a ‘good’ person, God would know this, so I’d be all right. Most of my friends and family did not attend
church, and at that time, I suppose they were more important to me than God was. The Sunday mornings when I was not working, became an excuse for a long lie.
In my early twenties, I decided to go back to church, attending on a Sunday morning, but looking back, I was not really listening to God’s Word or living a Christian life. I lived my life the way I wanted to live it. Sitting in church every Sunday did not make me a Christian, and I eventually stopped going to church.
I had no contact with any church at all until last May. My mum asked me along to the Reformed Presbyterian Church during the mission week. I felt a bit unsure. I had not stepped into a church for almost ten years.
Within this time I had married and had a three month old son, Jamie. I had no one to watch Jamie for me that evening, but my mum reassured me that it would be fine to bring Jamie along to the service. I was a bit anxious he would cry through the service, and I was under the impression this would be a major problem! (Thankfully, he didn’t cry once.)
I enjoyed the sermon that night, and everyone at church that evening was so friendly, putting me at ease, but it was another couple of weeks before I returned. I started attending the morning services with my son and my mum. It seemed the words preached by Andrew from the Bible were aimed at me – I now realised being a ‘good’ person was not enough.
This was the start of my life beginning to change. I began attending both morning and evening services, eager to understand more of who God is. This led to attending the Sunday morning prayer meeting. I am also partaking in a Bible study which is really encouraging me to read the Bible and understand the Word of God.
By listening to the Word of God, I’ve realised the consequences of Adam and Eve disobeying God in the garden of Eden. We are all born dead in sin. Christ died on the cross at Calvary, so we could get to Heaven. He did this because He loves us. We have to confess our sins and believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.
If someone had told me a year ago I’d be attending church twice on a Sunday, attending the prayer meeting, and a Bible study, I would not have believed them. Not all my friends and family understand my faith, but thankfully God is working in my heart, and I now realise God is more important than what other people think of me.