How Jesus got my attention
When I was 17 years old, what I understood most was frustration.
My life revolved around a relationship, and what that person said
felt like “the gospel” to me. Deep inside, though, I did not have peace.
At 25, I began going to church for six months straight. Week after week,
I heard about Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection. After six months
of hearing this, it finally hit me: this message was really for me.
I needed to receive Jesus as Savior and submit to Him as Lord, not just
hear about Him. Later I came to understand more clearly that coming to
Jesus means both faith and repentance—turning from sin and turning toward Him.