I was born in a Christian home and religiously brought up in my childhood. I was contented that having Christian parents meant I was also a Christian and saved from my sins. I would sit in church and thought the gospel messages were not for me; after all my Dad was one of the church elders in our local church at the time and, consequently, everything must be right with me. This kind of thinking went on for some years in my early childhood.

As it was a family custom, almost every evening Mom and Dad would hold a time of family alter for my siblings and me. Sometimes I would feel that this was cumbersome and I would carry it out as mere duty. This comprised of singing and sharing of the Scriptures. One evening, I must have been below 9 years old, Mom shared from the book of Revelations about the second coming of the Lord Jesus Christ and the joy that awaited those who believed, and that this would not be according to the family but personal. She cited that as a mother she would not take any children along with her, but each one of us had to give an account. She appealed to us children to examine ourselves and see whether we were ready for this joy that awaited her as believer.

By the grace of God, after she closed the meeting, I started thinking that I was not a Christian because I was not saved after all but was content through the salvation of my parents. That very evening, I was convicted of sin in me. For the first time, I realized that I was a sinner. I informed Mom that I wanted to pray and confess my sins, and I did. This was the day of salvation for me. Over the years, as I have heard gospel messages, I would say ‘Lord save me if my childhood prayer was not genuine,’ but the Spirit confirms within me that was the great day when I was born again and I have not looked back by His grace since then. AMEN.