The Pastors Kid
Growing up a pastor’s kid, I effectively lived at church. I went to the church daycare, was at two services minimum on Sundays, and at least once a month there would be something in the middle of the week too. Because of this, I found myself inheriting my faith rather than actually finding it for myself. Instead of making the choice to go to church and meet God, I went to church because that’s what we did. It was where I went to see my friends, play some games, and hope that I was doing the whole ‘church’ thing right. To quote my little brother, church was something I was ‘obligated’ to go to.
I’d like to say that there was a magic moment where everything changed. I’d like to say that I was at a church function and had a moment that flicked the switch. But, much like a lot of life’s big events, it was smaller things over the course of months, maybe even years, that gave me my own relationship with God before I even realised the change. I remember meeting Him in worship at a camp when I was ten years old, having a message resonate in me around the same time. Before I knew it, I wasn’t going to church because I was obligated to, or because I was under the umbrella of my parents’ faith. I was going because I genuinely wanted to meet with God and learn more about how to live like Him. I started serving at the kids program and, eventually, started singing at Kids and EPIC. I learned how to use the gifts God gave me to bring glory to Him and His house. I realised how much having a firm foundation in God mattered. Luke 8:14-15 says that ‘The seeds that fell among the thorns represent those who hear the message, but all too quickly the message is crowded out by the cares and riches and pleasures of this life. And so they never grow into maturity. And the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good-hearted people who hear God’s word, cling to it, and patiently produce a huge harvest.’ Having inherited my faith came with its challenges, but it also gave me the foundation I needed when I realised that I wanted my own personal relationship with God. Through this, I learned that just because you grow up in one environment doesn’t mean that you share those beliefs.