Give a few minutes out of your time to read this story. While I am not the most Religious person in the world anymore, I do still have quite a love for the Lord. Let me tell you the story of my Conversion to Christianity, the day that I was no longer lost, with no direction to go.
To properly tell you of this great tail, I must first tell you a little about myself, where I come from, where I became lost. My childhood was not the best, not the worst mind you. I’m sure many of you who read this have had it much worse than I have, non the less I must explain. I was born in 1987 a couple months early, yes I was premature. Victim of a great Mother but a Mother who had done drugs while pregnant with me. In 1993 I was sent to a foster home for some crimes that my Mother and Father had committed, I later got out in 1995, only to suffer from a violent Father and a Drug induced Mother, with a Brother who was just the same. In my life I had seen poverty, crime, violence and drugs, lots of drugs. So Its is no wonder how a boy like me could become lost. I had no Father figure, not one that I wanted anyways. So I became angry, I did stupid stuff as well, and dare I admit that, as a joke I said I worshiped the devil. I did not believe in anything.
Soon I became tired of the BS, I left my house when I was 17 to pursue my own life and I started out on the right foot, I had a good paying job as a Dog Groomer, made a lot of money, I had a good place to live, yeah I was doing okay for myself. I made a few mistakes on my own, I sold a bit of drugs, I drove for people who shouldn’t of been doing what they were doing. Yeah I’ve messed up, hey who hasn’t. One day I started to relies my life needed a change. Now the real story shall began.
The year is 2005, oh I would say Octobers. I’m sleeping in my bed, when I began to have a nightmare. You see one thing I forgot to mention is my Mother knew what she did was wrong and before her death in 2000, she made me promise I would not become My Father and Brother and make a life of good, I was not doing this at the time. Anyways back to the story. So I’m sleeping in my bed when I have a nightmare, Its hot, there’s fire everywhere, and at this time satin appears. All satin kept saying was you’ll never change, you’ll never leave. I began to scream, when my Mother appeared, and said ” I thought you would be different, don’t fail me”. I then woke up screaming and sweating, I then knew that I had to change. I still kind of resisted God, oh sure I went to church and read the Bible but I didn’t know what to truly do. I then got a job at the local wal-mart. I was making good money as a Dog Groomer, I just was bored and wanted to stay out of trouble. Soon after I started to resist God once again, I became angry once again. It was there that I meet a man name Steve. This man saw my anger and saw that I was lost. He then asked if he could talk to me about God, I ended up saying sure ( I didn’t want him to bug me). He then took me into a chicken locker and spoke to me, then he said if I would want to come to God that night. I knew there was no getting out of this, so I said yes. He said a prayer with me and claimed to convert me. What he didn’t know was I didn’t believe, I didn’t really come to the Lord that night, I was still the same old person.
Now here’s where My story starts to come to and end. The actual part of when I became a Christian. The months is December the year is still 2005. Steve comes up to me once again and says ” hey what are you doing for Christmas”? I said nothing, just hanging at home with the dogs/ He than said to me ” why don’t you come to church with me”, of course I said no thank you. But then he said, why not what are you going to be doing that’s so important, you have no family other than your dogs. So I figured why not. Like he said I wasn’t doing anything anyways. So I went to church, and It was like God was waiting to attack me to make me his, to give me guidance and say Matthew, welcome home, I am your Father I am your Family. I felt so over whelmed by all the nice people, by the love, the friendship. I had a break down I felt the Lords hand over my heart, I began to cry. I later gave my true confession that night in front of everyone, in front of my new family. We then concluded are service and they made a special baptism just for me, and welcomed me to the Lord. Later I took it once step further and went to Evangelism classes and started to preach the word, and my life began to become whole. For I had a family, and it was God. That is the story of when and how and why I became a Christian.