Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Christian Home

Growing up in a Christian home, I knew what Jesus had done for me by dying on the cross and saving me from my sins. Not putting together that it isn’t just about the knowledge of God, but fully believing what His word says. Up until the beginning of my eighth grade year, that was what I believed. However, I started to see the entirety of it all differently, but couldn’t put it together what it was. That winter four years ago, the church I was attending was planning on going to Hume Lake as they had done in the years before. I had gone to this camp multiple times, but thought that I was already saved as a result of the knowledge I had of Christ. On one of the nights, there was a speaker who spoke to all the students about knowing

I didn’t know a lot about it, but I was happy to go along and see what it had in store for me. The first couple of nights there, were extremely powerful to me the speakers were amazing and I could feel the power of the Holy Spirit working through the people there. Before CIY I was a mediocre Christian who believed in Christ going through the motions of church. Attending church on Sundays, worshipping, and hearing the sermon. It became a routine that didn’t really impact my relationship with God, making CIY a new breath of fresh air for me. Allowing me to recognize that God has a greater purpose for me and that I shouldn’t be stuck in a

I started off my morning really happy and usually I am not a morning person. I go to school and in my first period we talk about the Holy Spirit in Acts and how it enters people. Through this I ask myself “how do I know when the Holy Spirit is in me?” but I just let it pass my mind. This was one of the days that chapel is held and I am worshipping, but I felt entirely different than I have ever felt before. When we finished praying after the last song, I open my eyes and my vision cleared. It seemed that it was foggy before but now I could see clearly and I was stunned, I didn’t know what to think. On my way home I knew that it was the Holy Spirit I had inside of me because I couldn’t stop crying tears of joy. Knowing that I am not alone in this world and God will always be there for