Grace Mountain Church

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My Spiritual journey began when I was 11 years old. My upbringing was somewhat religious, but to be honest there was much more influence of various superstitions in my background than anythingto do with Christianity. Though I had some training in the church, I began to question the church at about the time I turned 11. I saw a movie at Easter time on the life of Christ and heard the Sermon on the Mount in that movie. I became curious, and so I looked through the Bible until I found the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 5. By the time I finished reading, I had come to the conclusion that we didn’t practice what Jesus talked about, nor did our church; so I left the church. I still had a residual faith in God, but that too disappeared in my next year when the notion of the existence of God was challenged by a science teacher whom I respected very much. That teacher was in a debate with a student who was a believer, and I had the opportunity to listen in. In the end, I rejected God and became something between an agnostic and atheist.

     Life went on until my junior year of high school when my Dad was injured as he was working. The injury turned our lives upside down! Suddenly … we went for six months with no income. Those things I had come to depend on were no longer there, and I began to search for God once more. I came across the writings of Erich von Däniken who wrote a book called “Chariots of the Gods.” He talked about ancient visitors from space who, he believed, were responsible for large markings on south American plains and plateaus. Jesus became, for me, an astronaut from another planet who visited the earth in order to make things better for us — I had, in my own mind, married faith and science. It gave me a glimmer of hope that someday things would be better.

      I carried this idea through my senior year of high school and into college at Colorado State University. On my dorm floor, I met Brad and John, two men who lived three rooms away who were willing to listen to my ideas of who Jesus was. They listened to me develop these ideas through the entire month of September of 1975. Then they began to interact with me about who Jesus really was. John asked me if I had ever read the Bible. I had to confess that I had not! Then, he said, my concept of Jesus might change if I did. So we read the Gospel of John together. I also went to a presentation by Campus Crusade for Christ called “If I Should Die.” The presentation shook me and made me want to know more about who Jesus really was and not just who I imagined Him to be. At about this time, our study of the Gospel had come to the Passion Week. In the middle of that discussion, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit of two things that He had implanted in me — the Sermon on the Mount that I had read so long ago, and John 14:1-4 that I had heard read as part of a song. The singer was Johnny Cash, my mother’s favorite, and the reader was Billy Graham. The Spirit brought those things together in me in such a way that I found myself overwhelmed with a sense of God’s love for me as an individual.

      On this same day, John sat with me and shared with me about how to have a relationship with Christ. That was the first time I ever remember hearing the Gospel all in one place. It was now November 2, 1975, and by faith in the promises of the God who so overwhelmingly loved me, I began a relationship with Him. That weekend I drove home and shared this new found faith with my Mom and Dad. They were convinced it would pass and cautioned me never to share this with any other family members. I disagreed on both counts. My faith was too alive and my God was too awesome to pass. And I had to tell the rest of the family, almost all of whom had their last conversation with me on that day.