I grew up in church, was baptized at fourteen, and called myself a Christian for years — until red letters in Matthew showed me what I was missing.
My name is Eric, and this is my story. I grew up in church and knew most of the Bible stories I was expected to know. I knew that Jesus came to save us, though I was never really concerned about it much. Church was like school to me — something I had to do.
When I was fourteen, at a youth revival, I became aware that I did not have what they were talking about: Jesus. I went forward when the invitation was given, but I just wanted to be baptized. I was not sure what surrendering to Jesus meant. I was baptized — I took a bath — but I never repented and trusted in Jesus. There was no transformation in my life.
As I got older, my behavior got worse. I began drinking and running around, looking out only for myself. That led to my divorce and one of the hardest times of my life. Here is how I know now that I was lost: through that entire time, I never once sought the Lord in prayer for help or comfort.
Then a man I worked with shared the Gospel with me one day at work. I kept telling him, “I am a Christian.” By my behavior, he was not having it. I would say I was a Christian, and he would just keep sharing the good news of Jesus with me. I did not believe half the things he said, especially concerning sin.
“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
ROMANS 10:9Later, my wife and I began to dabble in church, and I heard more of the same. The preacher taught what Jesus said about sin — that if you even look at a woman with lust, you have already committed adultery in your heart. I just did not believe it. Then I decided I was going to read the Bible for myself. I started in Matthew, and in chapter 5, there it was in red letters: exactly what I had been hearing but could not believe. I did not know what to do. I had just found out I was a sinner.
For two weeks I prayed that the Lord would save me. Then one morning I decided I was going to follow Jesus. I was finally willing to repent — to turn away from my sin. Later that day I met a man who asked me if I followed the NFL. I replied, “No, I follow Jesus.” In that moment I knew a miracle had happened. I was saved.
My life has not been the same since. My wants, my desires, and most of all how I feel about others have changed. I went from hating people to loving them. Today I lead a jail ministry and preach the Gospel. No matter how bad you think you are, Jesus has hope for you. I no longer live in fear — I live in victory with Jesus.
Eric leads a jail ministry and preaches the Gospel. “No matter how bad you think you are, Jesus has hope for you.”
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