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Like most Americans, while growing up I went to church and so I considered myself a Christian, but that was in word only. God, faith, salvation, sin, all that didn’t matter to me; Christianity to me was just any old religion, something like a rabbit’s foot in a time of trial. However, I had a friend who took his faith seriously, and he would tell me about a Jesus who cared for me, a Jesus who wanted to be known. This Jesus I had to admit was pretty alien to me. And so this friend encouraged me to read the Bible, and see if this Jesus was real and alive and listening. And worth living for. So I read, and strangely the Bible came alive. I opened up before it, and it broke into my sheltered world; it left me convicted, exposed, humbled. But also I began seeing God’s greatness, mightiness yet his love as well. And as I heard this Jesus calling me to follow (as he calls each of us), I did as he asked; I began to follow. Christianity, I was beginning to learn, was never a religion, but a relationship with the living Lord and Savior.
Kelly Evers-Bonewell
