Whereas most Christians have a top-of-the-mountain testimony, I am a sister of Christ that was born and raised in the church. You could almost say my life-story is rather dull and boring. I was baptized at age eleven and my father is a pastor so I grew knowing about Jesus and how God sacrificed his one and only son to set us free from our sins. Although I have been told this throughout my life, it was not until recently that I really understood what this meant.
The children of the church have always been told that Jesus died on the cross for their sins. While this is true, small children do not understand the true meaning of sinning. In Sunday school we were taught about the Ten Commandments; have no other gods before God, do not make idols, do not take the Lord's name in vain, remember the Sabbath day, honor your father and mother, do not murder, do not commit adultery, do not steal, do not bear witness against your neighbor, and do not covet. At an early age, I had these memorized like the back of my hand before knowing the following terms: idols, adultery, covet, and false witness. I had to learn the hard way what these actually mean because you cannot simply explain these terms to a child. It was not until the seventh grade when I moved to Washington from Texas, that I was exposed to the real world.
I was raised in the "bible belt" so as a kid, I never knew the meaning of true sin. I knew not to lie, cheat and steal, but that was about it in terms of understanding. It was not until seventh grade that I heard such things as swearing, saying God's name in vain, sexual immorality, LGBTQ+, and many other worldly sayings and actions. My innocence was taken from me because I was slowly learning what these words meant from my peers. I remember getting into arguments about what being a Christian actually meant during school. I was quickly told to keep my opinions to myself and to stop "forcing" my religion. This did not bother me as much as knowing how wrong my peers were. All I wanted was to spread the word of Jesus and to save my friends from suffering. Throughout high-school, I tried to spread Christianity as much as I could but I knew that it would never be enough to satisfy my distress.
Many children grow up in the church but do not know what being a Christian actually means. I learned the true meaning of Christianity through my Junior High and High-School years. While most Christians have an epic tale of how they came to Christ, Christians raised in the church have less spectacular stories. Although my story was always consistent with the church, I still had my hills and valleys that made me a stronger Christian.