Hi all.
Great thread.
It's amazing to hear people's experiences of how they came to faith.
It's also comforting because not everyone's is the same, which can some people an issue if they did not experience what someone else did.
For me, will try to keep it short.
My ancestory in Muslim.
I was dedicated to Allah by my Muslim grandfather.
He can over from Pakistan.
My mum did not bring me or my two brothers up as Muslim.
We were allowed to watch Jesus of Nazareth (a film over here)
I love football but I watched the film. I was about 8-9 at the time
The following year I was due to play in a match but I wanted to watch the film again.
As I did, I had my football in my hand.
I remember thinking "This true"
I believed it all.
When Jesus died on the cross I cried, when he rose again I was so happy.
Then I went out and played football.
We moved away but I asked my mum if I could go to Sunday School.
She said yes (as it gave her a lie in on Sunday's)
So me and my two brothers went.
I did not fully understand what being a Christian was all about.
43 years later I am still here.
It's been a long hard walk (awful upbringing, shocking to the extent I would not wish on my worst enemy as we say over here)
I run away from God so many times, hurt, pain and fear of rejection from drove me.
But praise his name he never left me. Wherever I went he was already there.
I genuinely believe he prepared my path to the places I went.
He must have done because I'm here.
I am married and have 4 kids.
All are belivers, in fact my eldest boy who has just finished uni is going to work in his church.
My mum who through me out at 14 is now a Christian.
Jesus is her saviour and not a prophet.
The generational curses as such have now been broken with me and my kids.
And I genuinely believe it happened when I first watched Jesus of Nazareth at that young tender age.