Conversion: 1. the act or process of converting or the state of being converted
2. change in form or function
3. change from one belief, viewpoint, etc., to another
A religious conversion is a point in time when a person changes, often radically, from going one direction to go another. From a Christian perspective, the sinner is headed down a path of sin and destruction, leading to hell. At the point of conversion, the sinner accepts Christ’s sacrifice as payment for their sins, turns completely around, forsakes the old path, and begins a new walk with Christ. That is conversion in a nutshell for the Christian.
For this Christian, it happened a little bit differently and yet, not differently at all. I have known of God all my life from my earliest memories. I even talked to God at an early age. Since I was not at the point of being accountable, I believe those were real talks with God in the form of prayers.
So, my relationship with Him began long before that moment of conversion, maybe even setting the stage for what was to come. When I was 7 years old, my family was on a visit to my Grandparent’s home. We were at church that day when I felt a pull and wanted to go forward to accept Christ. For some reason, I heard my Grandmother say no, even though she claims she did not.
That night we went back for the Sunday night service. This time nothing was going to stop me. I’m not sure I fully understood, but I knew I needed and wanted Jesus in my life. I did understand that I was a sinner and couldn’t pay for my own sins. At the front of the church, I shook the pastor’s hand and told him what I wanted to do. He passed me off to one of the church ladies who took me through the Roman Road and then led me in a prayer. I confessed my sin and asked Jesus to come into my heart and save me.
Even though what I remember most about the lady is her breath, from that day on, I knew I belonged to God. I knew I had been bought with a price, the price of Jesus blood on Calvary. That day I began a walk with my God that I wouldn’t change for anything.
Since I was a child at the point of my conversion, I’ve had to grow in Him and sometimes struggle with things I had not experienced yet as a child. But God was and is always real to me. He and I have walked through some very hard times together. He has always been there in a big way. I will save for another time the “God stories” we have accumulated, but I will tell you this: it’s been a ride and a half!
Today I rest secure in the knowledge of His love, His presence, His comfort, His help, and His hope. Every day I learn more about Him, and every day I love Him more. He is my everything, and I hope many others will choose to walk with Him and discover, as I have, that there is no better life for here and the hereafter.