A never ending Christian debate is whether to accept a child becoming a Christian. Several Christians believe children are unable to understand truly what it means to be saved from sin. Those in support of banning children from becoming Christians also argue children cannot comprehend the concept of becoming a Christian. From experience I know firsthand that a child understands what becoming a Christian means.
Christ Was Introduced To Me At Home
My mom was a single parent who felt Sunday was a day of rest. After working long hours during the week, keeping up with daily chores, and keeping up with two children’s school work, she took advantage of her day of rest. Therefore, there was some days she did not attend church.
However, she made sure the idea of becoming a Christian was fresh on our minds. She frequently discussed the birth, life, and death of Christ with her children. From reading the Bible to applying Christian principles while training and nurturing us, Jesus Christ was like another person living in the house. During financial hardships, she had us pray with her for financial assistance. When times were good, she had us pray with her to give thanks to the Lord. When the New Year rolled in, we watched the ball drop and immediately prayed to show our gratitude for seeing another year.
In addition, she shared her personal experiences as a Christian. She too became a Christian at an early age. According to her testimony, becoming a Christian in a southern church was the best. She praised the elders of the church who tarried with her by praying and teaching. Once they felt she was ready, she was allowed to become a Christian. This was the process of becoming a Christian back then for the young and the old.
Church Is Where I Belong
One Sunday morning when I was nine years old, I decided to go to church on my own. To this day I believe this is actually when the idea of becoming a Christian was laid on my heart. I woke up early, picked out one of my prettiest dresses, dressed myself, and off I went not realizing the scare I would cause. My mom woke up finding one of her children missing. She searched throughout the housing development for me. She also recruited some of the neighbors as they too became concerned. A few hours later, I showed up. Looking at her eyes I quickly explained I went to church. The only reason I did not face the wrath of a scared mother who thought something happened to their child was because of where I went.
A Babe Becoming A Christian
Now I cannot proclaim I saw the sky fall and the waters part. Nonetheless, I listened to the preacher, church members, and Sunday School teachers. They all talked about the goodness of the Lord just as my mom did at home. That was enough for me. I fell in love with the Man that came and died to save the world and becoming a Christian was definitely for me. So, when the preacher opened the doors of the church and asked did I love the Lord, I said, “Yes.”
Surely I’ve made some mistakes along the way. When I look back even now there was no greater time for me to become a Christian. There is no doubt in my mind that the trials and tribulations in life would have been much harder to bare. In fact, becoming a Christian was the best decision I’ve made in my life.