  Hi yo. Jsut really decided I should post something about a life changing experience that happened to me over the weekend. I went to Disciple Now, a Christian (typically stereotyped as Baptist) retreat thing. And it was awesome.
Not only was the fellowship and friends really awesome and the Casting Crowns concert Saturday night, too. During the Casting Crowns concert, they'd sing a few songs and then pray some or talk about the "help the children in Africa" fund, which was cool too, but you know... So anyway, they said a prayer and asked for anyone who wanted to be saved to please pray that prayer with them.
I did it. I got saved. "Saved" is typically a Baptist term. But it simply means that you've accepted Jesus into your heart as your Lord and Savior and give yourself up wholy to God for his service as a Living Sacrifice. I did that. Wow. Mom kinda wierded out on me and asked "So are you like a Baptist now" which I kinda took offense to. Dad, I haven't told him, I don't know if I'm going to. I gave a testimony at the church service this morning in front of all the Disciple Now people and a bunch of other people who go regularly to the church, Trevor's, that I registered with.
Scarey. I said I'd gotten saved and the whole crowd burst into applause and came up and hugged me and they prayed for me and... wow. All these people I've never seen before are congradulating me and crying, some seriously had tears in their eyes. Whoa. They prayed for me in the closing prayer for the whole church even. Whoa. Trevor acted kinda acusatory.
Asking "How many times have I asked you if you'd been saved? " I seriously couldn't think of any. He congradulated me and I know he was way happy and all for me. I'm very glad I did it. I'm happy to have Jesus with me always and to be a part of his body. A living sacrifice. 
