Sharing my Faith
I was asked how I would share my faith with someone who is not a believer, and I was asked how I see God at work in my pastoral ministry.
I would say that, even though I grew up in a Christian home, my life has not been easy.
I spent a lot of my childhood in fear that I would lose my mom, because of her many health issues, I was made fun of by my classmates in elementary and Junior High school, and for a long time, even as a faithful church-goer, I wasn’t sure of who I was or where I fit into God’s story.
When I went to college, I had to figure out my faith on my own, away from my parents and the rest of my family, and I found where I fit into God’s story through studying the Gospels and the New Testament for myself.
I decided that Jesus’ love made me a part of God’s story and it filled me with an overwhelming peace – even though I’m prone to anxiety, and a sense of purpose that was greater than all of my fears.
My faith in Jesus means everything to me, because it gives me peace in my soul even when things are spinning out of control; and because without it, I don’t think I would have survived the more trying things I’ve experienced recently like seminary, my residency, or Gwen’s death.
I see God present and active in my ministry, like I have felt God present and active in my life – helping me to be a better follower of Jesus by teaching me how to forgive, how to love and how to care about others more than I care about myself. I see more of my true self being revealed as I continue to grow as a minister – and I get excited about the ministry I get to be a part of with Scott Boulevard.