Today, I accepted Jesus into my life. According to the Christian way if you believe that Jesus died for our sins and was raised again, you will be saved. You must confess it with your mouth.

As a child, I grew up believing that there is a God. I went to church on Sundays to praise him. I was later baptized in his ways.

There was never any special time that my family sat around and discussed God or that we must believe in him. My parents just had a reverence for a Higher Power.

When you take a look at your world and you wonder how you got there and for what purpose that, is the beginning of belief in something greater than yourself.

I don’t know how it happened but I explored many different faiths or churches; Baptist, Roman Catholic, Pentecostal, Protestant, Anglican, and others specific to the Caribbean. What I took from each was that even though we choose to separate ourselves by different beliefs about God and how to praise him, we still know that he exists.

Now, I won’t go into any big talk about religion and what we must do because these are all personal choices. I just know that today was big for me. I had not been to church for umpteen years. I was jaded. I just felt and still do, that church is not the only place that God lives. I think that we waste too much time going to this or that church and following its particular beliefs about God.

So, no brimstone and fire for me for saying what I said above because God is a loving one. I guess that could be considered blasphemous by some. It’s love that put us here, pure unconditional love.

Back in the church today, the pastor called out for people to come up to the front of the church if they wanted to receive Jesus. I left my pew along with others and stood listening to the prayers that were being said over each person. When it was my turn, tears ran down my cheeks unbidden. The Pastor took me aside and I repeated after him my commitment to Jesus.

His wife then took me to another room and presented me with a bible. She welcomed me to the church.

I just felt overwhelmed although in my head I had been asking God for changes in my life.

When I returned to the church people had hugs and smiles for me. I wondered whether the same thing had happened to the others that came forward to receive Jesus’ prayers.

I don’t understand it all yet, but God called on me today to renew my faith in him.

I looked in the mirror at my face and into my eyes when I got home from church. I still look the same. Mostly. I’m not sure exactly but there is a shift. A door has opened and I welcome the new beginning