I am 22 years old, the first born of three kids in my family. I am born again and I owe it all to Christ. I made the profession of faith quite young and can't quite remember the exact date but the year must have been 2006. It was in a crusade and after preaching on the cross, the preacher called forward those who wanted to be saved and I moved forward. That's when I repented of my sins and confessed Christ. My life afterwards probably even before I could generally be regarded as a good kid outwardly and in some respects inwardly (by my own judgement). I knew the basics of Christianity which was: be a good boy and you'll go to heaven. This probably could be attributed to the fact that I was born and raised in a Christian family my father himself being a pastor. But ideally my life was marked with a sense of awareness between good and wrong, my responsibility and impending judgment. Even what is usually said of pastor's kids that they are morally the worst, couldn't be said of me at the time and later on in life before coming to the knowledge of the doctrines of grace with the little wisdom I had, I thought to myself that probably my nature wasn't so violent, that I was in nature more inclined to behave in a good manner and not have undesirable passions as my peers. But now in retrospect I am convinced even then it was God's hand that kept me from sinning in the manner of other children. Fast forward to high school, still a good kid, top of my class even given a position in the Christian union though not a diligent worker. But then I joined university and in my second week or so, the friends that I had made went to one of their hostel to "chill" and while going about our normal conversation we could hear a guy next door sharing the gospel and (personally) the way he was engaging them fascinated me and I hope he knocked on our door which he did. Though he didn't share much since it was already late we exchanged contacts and said he would look for us or rather we could invite him anytime we were free. Classes started but after a few weeks or days he invited me to watch a video titled "God of Wonders" with some other first years he had shared the gospel with. The video must pierced my conscience in away because at the end when he wanted to leave I told him that I would love to receive Christ as a savior. This was because I saw myself as backslidden. He guided me in prayer which I did by myself and from then on we became friends. Close to the end of the year he invited me to a conference and upon attending I was amazed or rather shocked to find out that there are young people out there who genuinely love God and you could see it and I wanted that. As you would figure this made me stick closer to him if I hadn't already, maybe because I was in a way avoiding him knowing what he represented and being caught up with campus life. At the end of the conference he gave me a book titled the "Love of God" by Oswald Chambers. Read it, didn't "feel" much of it and soon forgot it. 1st semester was over but before going back home he gives me another book titled "Sovereignty of God" by A. W Pink. While at home still with the energy I had gotten while in campus I could read the bible even shut down the TV something which surprised my father just to read it. I also took up the book to read and that's when things became jumbled up. I could see its reasoning and to some extent approve of it but fear of falling to some strange things was more prevalent. This was due to my consulting my parents on what the book said. My father didn't give me a straight answer, I am not sure, my mother rebuked the book by just reading the first page and warned me this is one of the things she had told me about before joining university, that good people are lost in university because of some supposed knowledge they acquired. So I put the book away hadn't even finished it, had only gotten to the chapter of God's sovereignty in salvation. Went back to school and upon meeting my friend he asked me whether I had completed the book told him no and asked for a week to do so, which I did. Upon completion I accepted what the author taught but the only problem I had was if I was one of the elect. Seeing my life and there not being a way for me to know, and drowned in despair that I had no say in the matter I decided to let myself go. But that would prove hard to do as my conscience would not permit me some peace. So I decided to try and live rightly which was hard but couldn't give up. All the while I was continuing to learn more of reformed theology which has made such a tremendous impact in my life.
I thank God for the work he begun in me the race which am still running hoping and trusting that he will ensure its completion.