My journey of faith in the Lord Jesus began almost 50 years ago at the age of 17. For years earlier I had attended the small Baptist church at the end of our street and attended Sunday School, Boys club and School Holiday programs run by godly men and women who taught and lived Gods Word in their daily lives...

I have loving Christian parents and grew up in the church. However, as a Pastor’s daughter, I felt a burden of expectation that I could never live up to, nor that could relate with my adventurous spirit.

In my early teens, I stopped going to church altogether. My interests and identity were shaped by my worldly friendships and culture, and while I knew about Jesus, I “neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him”. I worked hard at school and work, finding my worth in the acceptance of others. I gratified the desires of the flesh through partying, drinking, immorality, and the like. The world was my oyster, and I did what I wanted. Even so, I wasn’t totally estranged from Christianity. My parents had given me a Bible with a front cover that appealed to my interests, and I was curious enough to occasionally open it and start reading, but never for long as it didn’t make sense to me...

It was a beautiful sunny day, the birds were singing and fluffy white clouds were floating through the sky. Actually scratch all that, I became a Christian when I was around 4 years old. I was standing in front of our washing machine and asked my 9 year old sister how to become a Christian...

Born into a close-knit Christian family, God amazingly provided for me to grow up hearing the gospel and being taught the truth of His Word. From an early age I had full assurance that God was real and of His sovereignty over all things. At 8 years old, God convicted me of my need to believe in Jesus for forgiveness and brought me to trust Him as my Saviour...

It was a great start in life to have Christian parents, but it didn’t make me a Christian. Being a missionary kid I heard and saw amazing examples of Christian faith and God at work in PNG – but rather than inspiring me to become a Christian I felt that I wasn’t good enough and that God was probably too busy with more important things than to take notice of me. I never doubted the many stories of the Bible that I learned at home and church and the way God worked in human history - but it never seemed to be my story...

I was brought up in a Christian home in which both parents were passionately involved in Sunday school and actively involved in the church fellowship. During childhood I was sustained by my parents’ faith and their commitment. As a teenager I enjoyed church fellowship in the various church and Christian activities and during this time I put a ‘Christian face’ on but I never made the heart commitment to accept Jesus as my saviour. I’d hear the call from the pulpit to come forward to accept Jesus as my saviour and pray the sinners pray but always resisted. ‘I’m not ready’.... ‘It’s not for me at the moment’...

“For God so loved the World that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have Eternal life. God did not send His Son into the World to condemn it but to save it.” John 3:16-17

I was born just after the Second World War into a middleclass family. We attended the Presbyterian Church in Burwood. I was baptised into the church with in weeks of birth and continued my attendance until I was 18years old. At the age of 12 years I made a commitment to Jesus.

In family life I was much loved and nurtured. In 1963 aged 14 years, my father suddenly died. We did so much together. He was a godly man, reinforcing the Word of God and the standards he expected me to live by. Without him I felt lost. He was my hero. He loved me dearly...

All my life, I have known Jesus, read scripture and been surrounded by people who love God. Despite the scripture I had memorised, the Bible studies I attended and Christian circles I ran in, I struggled greatly to take that knowledge, and what I believed to be true, to heart. I often felt like I wasn’t as “spiritual” as my Christian friends, almost like I was missing something. Without a doubt I knew I loved Jesus and his saving grace, and I trusted his plan for my life, but something inside me didn’t feel satisfied...

I was raised in a very loving Christian family in South Africa with parents who love the Lord. My parents are still part of the same Dutch Reformed church I went to all my years at home. I was baptised there and went to Sunday school and listened to our minister preach throughout my school and University years. I feel very blessed as I write this as my relationship with God has been a lifelong one...

I grew up in a Catholic family. I was baptised as a baby and received first communion in my local church in Sicily. I attended church fairly regularly with my mother until my early teenage years. My father was not a Christian and he wasn’t a good man. When my family broke apart during my high school years, I started to become distant from God and I became doubtful about His love for me. I started to believe that I was in control of my life. I told myself I was a good person, living an honest life and caring about others and therefore I don’t need to think about God. But luckily God didn’t shut me out the way I did with Him...

From a young age I was exposed to Christianity, growing up in a Christian home. Both my parents and grandparents have played a significant role in developing my faith, by teaching me at home, bringing me to church, here, and being Christian role models for me. I learnt the truth about God - that he sent his son, Jesus, to die for us so that we may have a relationship with God - and I believed it to be true. Gradually, however, I have developed my faith so that I not only believe in God, but I have also developed a personal relationship with Him. This has led me to become more active in my faith by reflecting Him in my life...

I became a Christian at the age of 24, I went to a Baptist church and they gave me my first bible, I loved looking through the pages and enjoyed the bible study.

Romans chapters 5 and 6 brought the gospel message home to me. I fully understood then why Jesus left heaven and came to earth, why he was crucified and why he rose from the grave...

I was born in Brisbane into a Hindu family. I grew up not really knowing our God, but karma demands that I pray to a god for good things to happen. By the time I got to my third year of university I was exhausted, depressed and dying. My atheism became an insatiable, self-destructive darkness; a spiritual isolation that consumed me. I looked healthy, but I was really a terrified kid with no discernment of up from down or good from evil...

I cannot identify specifically when I became a Christian. Rather, God in His mercy brought me into contact with Christians over many years. They told me about Jesus and the gospel. Unlike CS Lewis (my favourite author) I was not a reluctant convert, just a very slow one. In childhood there was RE at school. My non-believing parents sent me to Sunday school at a local church for a few years so I could make up my own mind...