I have been a Christian all my life. At least it feels that way.
Many of my significant childhood memories tie to church in one way or another. Memories of people, music, and fun all orbit the church of my childhood.
I was seven years old when I had my first, “I’m supposed to believe in Jesus” moment. Everyone around me that I loved and loved me believed in Jesus, so it made sense to me to believe in him as well.
But I didn’t. At least not for a while. I waited until I was twelve before I signed up as a Jesus believer.
A lot has changed since then.