Assignment

This was written for an assignment in my Jesus & the Gospels class. It was about how we became a Christian. I haven't posted in a few days, so I thought I would share this. It is pretty short for a college paper. Enjoy=]


Given this assignment, the class was told, in a nutshell, that this will be a “conversion story.” What did I have to be converted to or from? I grew up around Christianity, so I always considered myself a Christian. However, as I dug deeper I thought about my life and how “untraditional” it has been since the day I was born, which has affected how I see God now. I really have converted; it was not from one denomination to another, from disbelief to being intrigued about something I had no idea about. It was my leaving the world behind and finding the meaning for life: Christ.

I was brought into this world to a mother who grew up with God-fearing parents and a father who had been supporting himself since he was sixteen years-old. A mismatched pair, they divorced when I was two and that is where any kind of normalcy ended for me. I cannot count how many towns I have lived in, nor recall the name of the eight schools (+) attended from Pre-kindergarten to senior year of high school. The only consistency was the visit to Coleman, where my brothers and I spent every other weekend with our unreligious Dad. He has always lived there, as do my mother’s parents. On “dad weekends”, as we called them, my grandparents would pick us up for church. They would make sure we said grace before each Sunday meal and gave us small, pocket-sized Bibles. Because of their efforts, there was never a time when did I not believe in God, but I did not know what it meant to live for Him. With moving from town to town, I lacked the foundation to grow in the Word. Mom believed strongly in prayer and taught us good moral, but did not know how to instill the knowledge of the Bible. I actually learned what faith is and how to rely fully on God through a summer church camp I attended sponsored by my grandparent’s church.

Lake Cisco Christian Camp. Try saying that ten times fast! This is a place that has captivated me since I was in fourth grade. I have not missed a summer there since the first time I went. Last summer was my first year to be a counselor. I was baptized there three time. I know, I know.. “There is one body...one faith, one baptism...” (Eph. 4:4-5, NIV). The way I look at them, though, is that two-thirds of those baptisms were simply me getting dunked in chlorinated, dead bug-infested water. When I was thirteen years-old, I was walking around camp with two girlfriends who had been baptized. As we walked they seemed to have concerned looks on their faces. I asked what the matter was, and almost instantaneously they asked, “Kandys, have you ever thought about being baptized?” Just as fast I replied, “Nope!” Needless to say I was baptized later that evening. Just because, really. The following year, every one was so excited in this spiritual high. Two of my best friends decided they were going to be baptized into Christ, one of which had already done so. I thought, “We can all get baptized together because we are best friends! That would be so cute!” I continued to sin without worry, living as if I were the one who was invincible rather than God.

In the next five years God became evermore evident. It dawned on me that this world really IS NOT my home, and I really am just passing through! This is not my life to live, and what kept coming to mind was Phil. 1:21-22 (NIV), stating, “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know!” I began to comprehend the meaning of such a deep commitment. I understood that baptism is neither about the water, nor that Aaaah-just- been-saved feeling when you are pulled out. More than anything it is not about making your conscience clear. Baptism is a dedication of life; a vow of everlasting commitment; desire to live whole-heartedly for Christ in every thing, with out a second thought. Christianity is not a social club; it is a way of life. Once I understood this, I knew it was time. In June, 2008, I was baptized by my best friend, Matt, with 100% assurance that there were no take-backs.

I converted transformed (Rom. 12:2, “Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”) myself from a worldly being into that of someone who longs to better themselves in Christ. Though I still struggle, God is in every day, in the simplest moments. Whether getting a call from a friend I had just been thinking about or answering a prayer by curing a disease before it is even found by doctors. C.S. Lewis is quoted as saying, "I believe in Christianity as I beliebe that the sun has risen. Not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."

I second that

Oooooh Dear.

I think those were the biggest onion rings I've ever had.
And they were SO yummy!

Anyway, I realise it is pretty late. Don't be surprised if most of my posts come at this hour. Doesn't take much to keep me entertained!

To be honest, I have felt worn out ALL DAY! I just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep for a month; however, as soon as I got in bed I was wide awake and wired! Sleep just won't seem to find me.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, oh what will I do tomorrow?

There is a blood drive on campus and I don't know if I will donate or not. I have donated before, but it was when I was a junior in high school. This blood drive is for an especially good cause, though. There was a lady who was the wife of a man who works on campus at my college and she had been very ill for quite a while now. So ill that she had to have many, many blood transfusions, which are costly. Last week, I think, she died and now this blood drive is to go toward the cost of those transfusions. For every four people that donate (any blood type), one of the transufsions is paid for. I think its awesome. Hopefully I will find it in me to not be a pansy and just do it!

Maaan, oh man. What else is tomorrow?

English class! I was suppose to read for english but in case you hadn't caught on.. I chose my blog instead ;-)! I have algebra, too. There was a quiz last week and I really think I did well. I am not exactly a math major, if you know what I mean!

Anything else?
Hmmm..

No, I think that covers it.

Mom's birthday is on Thursday;

WHICH REMINDS ME!! - I need to get her address tomorrow so I can mail her card and whatnot. I guess I really hadn't covered it all, haa.

Beyond that, I think there isn't anything of great importance.
I really ought to get to bed.

Good night all! Have a great day!

(Mom and myself<3)