Luke Wedel Baptism Testimony
1/15/2013 1:18:54 PM
I was born and raised in a Christian family, in Guelph Ontario, so I apologize if my testimony bores you. A lot in my life has brought me to this point in my life where I think I am ready to devote my life to God.
I can still remember the first time that I accepted Jesus into my heart; I was sitting in my parent’s bed reciting words out of a book not fully understanding the gravity of what I was doing. But that was ok; I loved God and I wanted to learn more. I think that when you are a child it is easiest to share your faith because you have way less inhibitions. I can remember sitting in my grade 2 class, waiting for my teacher to put on a movie and me turning to the kid next to me who I had never met before and saying: “Are you a Christian?” and he replied: “nope” so I said “oh well I am”. The conversation continued and I talked about believing in Jesus and heaven. It was so easy back then.
I don’t know the exact date that I stopped loving God, but it was probably a gradual shift somewhere near the beginning of High School. I began the “dark phase of my life” as my Mom likes to put it. I thought I hid it pretty well but apparently not. I questioned the existence of God because I thought I was too smart and I didn’t like the idea of being tricked into something. This caused me to ask my poor Sunday school teacher, Nola an endless amount of questions.
I would just like to say thank you Nola, for not snapping. She always answered my questions as best as she could and when she didn’t know or wasn’t sure she always admitted it and then researched and would give me the answer the next class by which time I would already have another ten questions. Another great thing about Nola is that she was always on board for whatever I wanted to do, for example this year I wanted to take on a leadership role in Sunday school with Jandrew, and Nola was glad to help in any way she could.
I didn’t want to go to church because I thought I was too cool, and that loving God wasn’t cool, which is why I never told my friends that I went to church. There were times where I resented my parents for making me go especially when it conflicted with my social calendar because in High School there is enormous pressure to conform and to be accepted. I succumbed to this pressure because I would go out Saturday night with friends and would try to skip church so that I could be accepted.
About a year ago another gradual shift began to occur that brought me closer to God and had me beginning to love Him once again. One thing that really helped me make my way back to God was that I finally got a best friend that shared my faith. It is so great to have someone to talk to about God with and to have someone that shares the same values as you, I highly recommend it. I met my best friend, Arielle, at church which made me really want to come to church and to stay and fellowship with other people.
Two other people that deserve to be recognized for the part they played in getting me to this point are my parents. My Dad taught me patience and finesse. Two things I struggle with constantly. He also is a great father to me and this allowed me to be able to love my heavenly father as well. My Mom is incredibly caring and thoughtful and is always willing to reach out to someone and this taught me to think of others and not just myself.
Finally I would just like to say to my two sisters, that I love you guys even though I’m not the greatest at showing it. I’ve realized that to get closer to God I also have to get closer to those around me and the spiritual journey is not meant to be solitary. There are so many people willing to help. Thank you all for lending me your ears and thank God for this opportunity to be baptized and made new.