Personal Narrative: How Religion Changed My Life

As an immature nine year old child I pondered the idea of church. A man dressed formally goes to the front of the stage and talks for hours. All I can think about is what are we going to eat for lunch and how much longer is he going to babble on? I knew there had to be a reason for attending because we went often. If I wanted answers, I needed to ask questions and start processing the message that was being imparted. However, my whole life perspective altered on one ordinary Sunday. The day I accepted Christ as my Savior changed my spiritual outlook and family relationships.

After the morning service, we arrived at Olive Garden with my family and the preacher. My dad and grandma wanted to talk to me about my behavior before we went inside. “ Young lady, I better never see you playing around and slouching in your chair like that during service ever again,” they scowled at me. I hated that they were disappointed in me, but I understood. During lunch I decided to honor what they told me and be respectful. I listened to the preacher talk about people accepting Christ. Those words echoed in my head as we stuffed ourselves with food. This indescribable feeling came over me. In the car ride home, I bombarded my grandmother and dad with questions.

I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to ask my uncertainty on the topic. “What does accepting Christ mean?” I questioned. Both of them turned around and looked at me with shocking faces. “It is when you believe that Jesus died on the cross for you”, they both exclaimed. “ Have both of you accepted?” I asked. “Yes, we actually did together when you daddy was a teenager,” my grandma responded. I kept on asking them every single question that popped into my head. It was no longer just babble to me. This was something that I knew would change my life for the