Written by Jennifer Ayotte, a contemporary Communications Director.
I have been pondering my wilderness journey and my encounter with Christ. For some reason, I am saddened by the thought that I don’t know the day of my very first encounter with Jesus. I didn’t grow up in a family that attended church, but when I was a child, some men from a church in town knocked on our door and asked my dad if he’d want to let his kids go to church on the bus. He was thrilled to get rid of us for a few hours each weekend, so he happily agreed. I don’t remember the day or age, but I do remember asking Jesus into my heart in a Sunday School class in that church as a child. My parents never did attend church and through some difficult family circumstances and moves, I did not get to go to church through most of my teen years. When I was a senior in high school—dealing with more difficult family issues—I asked a friend of mine who I knew went to church if I could go with her sometime. From that point on, her family picked me up and took me to church with them every Wednesday and Sunday. That church is where I fully committed my life to Christ. I know I was a senior in high school, but again, I don’t know the actual date. In thinking about all of this, I’ve realized that I have had more than one encounter with Jesus throughout my life, and each one has been eye-opening and life-altering in different ways.
You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. [Psalm 16:11]
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