Basically, I’ve been going to church since I was three or four. From then on I played the “church game”, complaining every Sunday morning and felt like I HAD to go to chuch even though my mom was Christian and my dad wasn’t. I mostly cared only for myself and was very moody before I actually started becoming more of a Christian, but I feel that less like that now.

The spiritual turning point of my life was at Winter Retreat.  At first, I only went because it sounded like something fun and exciting.  But soon after we arrived, I began to notice how a lot of people strongly believed in Jesus.  On the second to last day, I felt as if I began to understand what it meant to be a Christian.

During Winter Retreat, I was walking around with Kelsey and Joanne and I was thinking. All of a sudden, it just hit me. I was thinking about how Jesus didn't have to die for us on the corss, but he did so anyway. Even though we're so undeserving and filled with sin, he chose to save us and wipe us clean by sacrificing his own life. He could have seen us as so undeserving and question why he should die for us, but He didn't. Jes had this perfect and awesome life, yet he chose to give it up in one of the most painful ways - all for us, all so that we could give forgiven, all so that we could be given a clean slate.

I don't believe in Jesus just so I can go to heaven and live there forever. I believe in Him because he paid for us with his life and saved us.