I come from a very strong Christian home. Though my father was a first generation believer, my mother grew up a pastor’s kid and the combination made for a very stable Christian home and upbringing. So remembering when exactly I first heard of the Gospel is like asking someone to remember the first meal he ever had.
Nevertheless I do remember like it was yesterday when at first I believed on The Lord Jesus Christ. I was only 6 years old when my elder brother Daniel purposefully shared the truth and hope of the Gospel. How that my life was at odds with God because of my sin however petty as a six year old! And that no amount of goodness on my part could either undo the evil I had done or be enough to win God’s favour! The truth in what he said broke me and woke me to think of misery of eternally paying for my wrongs with no way to make it right.
But the hope of gospel was not absent in that conversation. He shared also how by the work of Jesus on the cross, God made a way to make things right and that He would forgive me and accept me as his own if I placed my hope in Christ and believed on him as my Lord and my Saviour! I distinctly remember the joy that flooded my heart when I prayed in surrender to the Lord and to think there was a celebration in heaven at the salvation of one more soul excited me exceedingly. Praise The Lord for his kindness.
“a bruised reed he will not break, and a smouldering wick he will not quench, until he brings justice to victory; and in his name the Gentiles will hope.” Matthew 12:20-21(ESV)