Did your family attend church when you were growing up? What are your earliest memories of church? Did you attend VBS (Vacation Bible School) when you were young? Sunday School? Other church activities? Was faith a Sunday-only thing or did it impact your life and the things you did? If faith and church were not a part of your growing-up years, when and how did you begin and what drew you to God?I'm jumping back in with Friday Flashback, sponsored by Mocha With Linda. Our family has been so busy the past couple of weeks that I haven't had much computer time. I have a post started to share our time while our boys were home; I'll try to get it up over the weekend. I still haven't had much time to be online!
Ok, now to the writing prompt . . .
My family did not attend church regularly until my dad accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior on January 26, 1972. I was almost 7 years old. Up until that time, church had only been an occasional Sunday-morning event for my mother and me. After Daddy got saved, though, we began going to church every time the doors were open! Although I don't remember much about him from before his salvation, I know that changes came to our house when he got saved.
I made a profession of faith around the same time Daddy got saved, although looking back now I realize I didn't understand one bit of what I was doing. The lady who dealt with me didn't explain anything about sin or salvation, and she just had me repeat a prayer. For 21 years I struggled with doubts about my salvation, until at the age of 27 I truly trusted Christ as my Savior.
The church where my dad was saved had VBS every summer, and the 2 years we were at that church are the only years I went to VBS growing up. I remember making crafts. One year we made a "birdhouse" from Reader's Digests; we folded the top corner of each page over diagonally toward the spine of the magazine, then glued the front and back covers together, making a rounded house shape (that's so hard to explain!). Then we spray-painted them. One year we took Milk of Magnesia bottles and covered them completely with randomly shaped pieces of masking tape, then wiped them with a sponge dipped in paint and wiped that off. The result was a crackle-type look on the bottle. We used them as vases. I also remember the snacks: cookies and kool aid! I don't remember a single lesson, though!
I'm so thankful that my dad got saved when I was so young! God made such a difference in our lives from that day forward. We didn't have a Sunday-only religion at our house; it was an everyday lifestyle. Through that lifestyle, the Lord protected me from many of the things I might have gotten into. My social life was centered around church activities, and my parents kept a close eye on who my friends were and what I was doing. I went to Christian schools most of my life, and I met and married a saved young man, whom I met at church!
To this day, our lives are centered around church. Even before my husband entered the ministry, we were heavily involved in our church. All glory goes to God for that - He has kept us faithful! There have been several times along the way that it would have been easy to just quit going to church - various moves away from family and close friends, and one instance of being hurt by a pastor - but God kept us going, kept us faithful to Him!