Many Christians, myself included, worry about their sins. We worry we are hopeless; we worry God is mad at us; we worry we will be lost.
I was raised in a strict religion. Sin was treated as something horrifying. We were taught if we became Christians, we wouldn’t sin. If we loved God, we wouldn’t sin. There was no excuse in heaven above or earth beneath for committing a sin. Of course I grew up thinking it was hopeless for me to even try to be a Christian. I longed to be a Christian as a teen, but I didn’t make the step until I was nineteen because I had a baby. I always tell my daughter that she brought me to Jesus.
Well, I still thought I was probably not going to be saved because I wasn’t perfect, which is what I thought I had to be. Eventually, I…
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