My Spiritual Journey Part 1

Growing up I attended what could, and probably would be, considered a church that taught the prosperity gospel and word of faith.

I often thought.. if I do/say “X”, God will do “X” for me. If I simply named what I desired of course it would happen.

I had no theology around suffering because supposedly we were all meant to be happy, healthy, and wealthy. So when a speaker said that in donating/offering “X” amount, “X” thing will happen - I believed it. Thinking it had to be the will of God for me.

I remember more talks about money and finances than I remember hearing the Gospel, which I didn’t clearly hear until college.. but we’ll come back to that.

I remember healing services.. people rising from wheelchairs to walk, experiences where minor ailments were healed. I was awestruck yet skeptical about this, which will bear fruit in a later part of my story.

I remember learning about the power of spiritual gifts and the spiritual realm. Learning about the schemes of the enemy - learning the reality of the war that is taking place for our souls.

Coming out of my younger years, especially pre-college, I had a lot of questions. I would talk with other teenagers about what was happening during our services, whether we believed it to be honest or overexaggerated. I could’ve turned away from Christianity having been somewhat ill-informed on what living life with Him faithfully could look like.

I had no idea of how the Lord would steal my heart and take me on a journey through theology, His love, beautiful community and more to lead me home.