September 19, 2008
I used to live my life believing whatever I wanted to believe, follow who I wanted to follow and did as I pleased and didnâ€™t care who I was to impress. I lived this way for about half of my life, probably until I was 35 years old. But something in me was missing I didnâ€™t know what it was or how to describe this empty hole inside myself.
It was the fiftieth day after Passover and I decided to go to the fish market to get a fresh fish to cook for dinner that night. As I was just about to purchase my fresh and juicy fish I heard a loud commotion just outside of the market. I quickly gave the clerk my money and ...view middle of the document...
And that he is to come again and fulfill the words of the scriptures. I also learned the beliefs of a Christian. I finally had something definitive to believe in, I no longer believed in whatever I wanted. I had a set of beliefs that I shared with hundreds of other people. I finally felt apart of a community now.
My second conversion was a moral one. I began to develop values, criteria of choices. I no longer did as I pleased. I did things to please, God that is. My decisions now had consequences. I was finally doing things for the purpose of others, not just myself. I treated people differently and wanted to impress God with my Christian acts.
I used to walk around with a chip on my shoulder and disregarded everyoneâ€™s feelings. But when I experienced my third conversion, it was a very affective one. I went from not caring about others or their feelings to openly expressing my feelings and had a genuine concern for how other people felt. I opened my heart to people; I let them in and felt good for doing so. It was something I never used to do but then it was something I always did, and didnâ€™t even need to think twice about doing it.
My views and opinions were my views and opinions and no body elseâ€™s really mattered too much to me. But as a Christian you share the same views and opinions with many other people....