I grew up in a Christian home and went to church with my parents every Sunday from a young age. I’d always found church very important and useful and genuinely believed that Jesus died on a cross to save me from my sins, but I’d never made a commitment. When I was 10 years old I was at a camp in Scotland. I decided to give my life to God, so I knelt down on the floor and asked him to take away my sin and that I would follow him. I remained a Christian for the next few years, but encountered major doubts when I was 14. My faith was slightly shaken and it just seemed really unbelievable as a whole. I had about two weeks where I wouldn’t say I was a Christian. At another camp, this time in Northern Ireland, I had a really good group of friends and leaders at the camp and they really helped show me God again.
I left there feeling rejuvenated and like a lot of my questions had been answered, and while I’ve had questions and worries since then, I’ve never walked away from God since.
My faith would be what I would say is the most important part of me, and a defining piece of my life. As a Christian, believing in God does set me apart from people who don’t, and following God is, and must be the most important thing in my life.