I was just six years old. Too young many would say to know what I was really doing. But I knew.
Growing up in a family that attended church every Sunday and where my parents practiced what they preached on Monday through Saturday also, I understood that Jesus loved everyone – even “sinners.”
I wasn’t totally sure what all being a sinner included, but I knew I was not one.
Until one evening at church, I recognized I was.
I was coloring during the sermon on a Sunday night when I heard the speaker say
We put sins into a “big” and a “small” category. But sin is sin regardless of how big or how small it seems.
He then mentioned what we call “small” sin – like lying or disobeying our parents. Now he had my attention. Just that week I had disobeyed my mother – and then lied to keep from getting in trouble.
I was a sinner!
Now many may laugh at this or even say how terrible to make a six-year-old feel she was a sinner.
But for me, it was one of the most important times in my life. Because I knew that Jesus loved sinners – and that He loved me. I also knew what I needed to do.
So – I went back to coloring and waited until the end of the sermon. When the message was over, I put my colors and my coloring book aside and walked to the front of the church where I asked Jesus not only to forgive me, but I also committed my life to His service.
Yes, I was only six, but yes I knew what I was doing.
Shortly after that I was baptized as an outward sign of what had taken place in my life. Our church did not have a baptismal so we went to a farm pond where I, with several others, was baptized.
Since I am scared of water and do not even like having water in my face in the shower, it was a BIG step of faith to walk out into that pond.
But what a wonderful experience it was.
Just turning 70 this year, I have been following Jesus for 64 years.
It has been a great walk with a great friend.