Being a Christian

The people closest to me, know that I don’t remember much about my childhood because I suffered memory loss from the coma that I was induced into in 2008. I am working on a post that explains what happened and how I came to be in a coma. I do remember a few important moments in my life and there is one I want to share with you.

When I was eight years old, my family attended The Church of the Nazarene in Sharpsville, Pennsylvania. At the conclusion of every service on Sunday mornings, the minister (I cannot remember his name) would have an altar call. The minister would invite people to pray at the altar, confess their sins and accept Jesus Christ into their heart. At the young age of eight, I decided that I wanted to be included in the family of God and I made that walk to the altar to become a daughter of God. I can remember the church and my family being happy that I made that decision when I was so young.

I am proud of myself for knowing at a young age that I wanted to be a follower of Christ. In the following years, I know that there were moments that I did not make God happy. I am sure there were many moments when God facepalmed himself at my actions. The more I grew up the more I messed up and in my opinion that is a part of growing up. We all make mistakes. God made us in his image but he did give us freewill and it is that freewill that bites us in the behind time and time again.

I attended church sporadically in my twenties. I dated a man who attended the Catholic Church and I did enjoy attending with him. Even though I was attending church, I still found myself doing things that God would be disappointed in me.

In my 30’s I met Nicholas,  my beautiful husband. I began to attend church regularly because he and his family did. I found myself falling in love with Nick and falling in love with the church that he attended. The church later converted and became a satellite of I really enjoyed going to Life Church. Nick and I were baptized at the same time through the church and that was the turning point in my life.

After I recovered from a major illness in 2008, I knew that God had put me on this earth for a reason and it was to share God with people who needed to know him. There have been times when I will feel a deep urge to go to someone and just start talking to them and then the talk turns to religion. I love talking about God. I may not know the Bible by heart, but I am a firm believer that God will give me the words that the person needs to hear. I love when people are receptive to hear the miracles of God. I am a miracle of God by just being alive. (I promise I will write the post about me being God’s miracle.)

The hardest part about sharing God with others, is there are people who want nothing to do with you when they find out you are a Christian. I have been told by people, when they find out I am a Christian that they don’t want to talk about God and those are the people that I hope that through my actions they learn about God. I wear my Christianity on my shirts and I will not hide that part of me. God is my Father and I am so very proud to be his daughter.

I have a friend who knows that I am a Christian and she says that she doesn’t see me as the stereotypical Christian. I asked her what a stereotypical Christian was and her answer did not surprise me. There are a lot of people who view Christians the same way as my friend. Christians are sometimes viewed as pushy, Bible thumpers, crazy, rigid, and out of touch, I did a google search for what people think of Christians and came upon a YouTube video. (Watch Video Here) It breaks my heart that people think that Christians are whackos.

I can’t blame people for their opinions of us as Christians because we all know there are people out there doing horrific things in the name of God and when you say you are a Christian you are lumped in with those same people. When I watched the video that I linked in the previous paragraph, it made me want to cry. They view Jesus in such a good light but his followers are viewed as horrible people.

I believe it is my time to break those views. I believe that God has chosen me to show that not all Christians are crazy, rigid and out of touch. I am a person who has tattoos and multiple facial piercings but I am still welcome at church and God welcomes me as his daughter. I am not your stereotypical Christian and sometimes I do stick out in a crowd, but that makes me who I am. I am a sister in Christ to all of my brothers and sisters in Christ. God loves me for me and he will love you for you.

If you need prayers, please don’t hesitate to get in touch with me. I will pray with you. I believe that even though we may be far apart, we are together in Christ.

Matthew 18:20 For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. [NIV]

Again, I am asking for your prayers. My sister Irene, her husband Will and their son, Charlie are in need of your prayers. Will was diagnosed with brain cancer. He had surgery to remove the cancer but he is having problems stemming from the subsequent treatment and has been having multiple seizures. I ask that you keep them in your prayers and if you could put him on your church prayer list, I would be forever grateful.

Thank you for reading.
May your day be blessed,

Peggy Eileen

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