The Heart of A Follower
A Year of Life Transformation I’m one of those people who have accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior countless times, without fully knowing or understanding what it meant. Born and raised in Catholicism, I believed I knew God and what he wanted from me. I thought I understood the “terms and conditions” for staying in his favor: attending Sunday Mass, knowing the chosen vessels by heart, behaving properly in church, reciting the rosary, and so on. I sang in the choir and occasionally said quick prayers before eating or sleeping ; mainly to please God and avoid his anger. But even with all that, my heart still felt thirsty for something I couldn’t define. I remember being introduced to small group gatherings, a "cell," by friends. At first, I mostly went just for a chance to get out of the house. But I found myself really enjoying the songs and testimonies, it was a culture I wasn’t familiar with. Three years later, I was invited to another cell. This one didn’t h...