Jesus at the GA Meeting: What the Church Can Learn From Addicts

Finding Acceptance, Even at My Worst.

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My Faith Journey.

I’ve been a Christian for many years; a sinner for far longer. A gambler for less.

I know the love of Christ. I’ve been brought up around components of it. When I was in Year 9, I attended a Christian camp, and through the love and grace that I both saw other leaders freely give to their peers and themselves, I knew in my heart Christ was real. This, of course, was accompanied by teachings from the Bible, but I knew all of that stuff already.

Jesus came and died for my sins. I believed that, but what did it mean? How did the knowledge of it allow me to act? To treat other people? To treat myself?

I had no idea, but the leaders seemed to have grasped it, and it had changed their lives considerably. I was in.

Now, some might look at my age and call this indoctrination. But that would be to neglect the questions I was allowed — heck, encouraged — to ask; the wrestling with the Bible I was pushed to do by some along the way. Or the anxiety I felt so strongly that I found it near impossible to bring this new personal revelation back into my friend group at school.