I can honestly say that I don’t remember a time B.C. (before Christ). I grew up as a Methodist preacher’s kid. When I was 6 years old, I told my dad that I wanted to be baptized. He and my mother explained that I had already been baptized as a baby. That explanation wasn’t sufficient for me, so my dad agreed to re-baptize me after a church service. I remember that time as being very special for me, my mom and my dad, and how loved I felt by them and by God.
In the 1960s, the Lay Witness Mission movement hit many Methodist churches. From time to time, lay people would come to our church and give their testimonies as a part of a Mission weekend. Most of them would tell how they were “once lost but now found.” I often would feel a little left out because I didn’t have a “testimony.” I didn’t have a “lost.” I always felt “found.”
Through the decades I have learned that not having a Damascus road experience as did St. Paul (see Acts 9:1-19) was a blessing, not a curse. My journey with God has been very beautiful in many ways because I developed that child-like faith and it matured as I have gotten older.
What kind of “salvation experience” have you had? Is it more like St. Paul’s Damascus road experience or more similar to mine–a gradual knowing and growing of the beauty of God in Christ?