I grew up in a family that you could consider "Christian". Though to be sure, they never mentioned Jesus - it wasn't until I was 14, when I first heard of a guy named Jesus. Though perhaps when I was very small, I might have believed my parents religion (which was an offshoot of Seventh-Day adventism, with a focus on works and the Coming Kingdom of God rather than on anything else), but I stopped believing in their Faith when i was very young. Indeed, their beliefs are probably closer to Orthodox Judaism than any branch of Christianity (my Dad took the "Belief-O-Matic" test and came out as Orthodox Judaism). Come to think of it, GIDEON MAGE linked an article in the "Jesus in History" thread that was written by the founder of my parents religion, that should give you an idea about Jesus in their beliefs.
My parents were very good actually - they never forced me to go to Sabbath School (church was on Saturday, the Sabbath, so there was no "Sunday School"), and I only recall ever going a handful of times. When I was a teenager, they let me choose whether I even wanted to go to church with them, which I sometimes did but mostly stayed home. During my teenage years, I was invited to an Anglican church youth group, which I attended for a month or two before stopping - I found it much better to get drunk at my friend's place (yes, we were underage).
Throughout my teenage years, my beliefs were basically Agnosticism - at any given time though, I could be strongly Agnostic (I accepted the possibility that there may be a god), to almost Deism (that there was a god out there but that it was too big to confine to any single man-made religion or book of Faith).
When I was 19, I attended a camp at the end of Year 12 - a chrisitan camp held up on the Mid-North Coast of New South Wales. On the second day there, we were swimming at the beach when the sandbar that most of us were on collapsed, dragging people under and causing a very strong rip. We were all "city-folk" unused to beaches. Some had never been to the beach in their lives, while others hadn't even learned to swim, just wading knee-deep on the shore.
Three people drowned that day, two of whom were friends that I was close with.
In the aftermath of this event, I met two people. I'd met them before, but only in passing (at the youth group all those years ago). They put aside their own grief (they also knew the people who drowned) and took the time to look after me. They never pushed their beliefs on me, they were just there for me, someone to talk to. They Loved me in the way that I would later come to believe that Christ loved us and taught us to love others.
It was then, around the age of 20'ish, that I picked up the Bible and really read it for the first time. I'd read parts before, but only ever to pick holes in it and argue with others to show them that it was just a book and could not hold the real words of God. This time, I really read it. And it made sense. The Love that God showed us in giving his life, I could relate to this for the very first time - one of the people at the beach who drowned was a hero, a real hero. He went into the water not once, not twice, but three times to pull people out, the third time with a surfboard to save people. He gathered some people who got a hold of the surfboard. When there was no more room left, he gave up his own place on that surfboard for another struggling swimmer. That was his last action on earth before he drowned. He gave up his life so that others might live.
Just as Jesus did.
It was then that I converted to Christianity. No longer was Agnosticism an acceptable position for me to live in. Contrary to my previous belief that God was too big for any book or Faith, I came to believe that God did indeed inspire the words in the book known as "The Bible". That God did indeed love us all so much that he would save us from what we ourselves could not.
I owe a lot to those two people who shared Jesus' love with me. But more than that, I owe everything..... everything to God, to Jesus Christ.
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Thanks for sharing, Buddha. And thanks for starting this thread