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Pathways to Jesus
Andy's story for Karel and those like him
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

Karel, you are becoming a closer friend of mine, I'm spending quite a lot of time with you, and therefore I would like to tell you why and what I believe in, and in what way I gained this faith... I come from a Christian family, though it doesn't mean I have always believed. When I was 6, I made the first vital decision to live with Jesus, but I won't be dealing with this in depth now. I had always seen myself as a cool guy, such as you are. When I was at Christian meetings and I was to ask Jesus in my mind to forgive me some of my bad things, I could never think of any.

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Vojta
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

"Would you like to study the Bible with me?" One of my friends asked me in the middle of a discussion. I was thinking for myself: "Ok, I understand, it is your job, you are here as a missionary, but don't you think it will be a waste of time for us both? You know for sure I believe in God and I attend a church. Why are you suggesting this to me?" Though, my curiosity outweighed my logic, so I said: "Ok, why not?" To be honest, I was in the middle of an intensive search for my identity and for a long time I had been missing a box where I would put my faith in God and the religious life with which I could identify. Cause for me it was something impersonal and far distant from the every day life.

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Karolina
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

When I was about seven, I went on a school camp for a week. The other girls had coloring books with biblical characters there, they showed me Jesus, and I was attracted to it. I went with them to the local church, where people were singing and holding a big paper heart which symbolized God's love to us.

Later, I began to attend religious classes at school, and also the local church in my hometown. But gradually, it became a ritual, which was a burden to me, I didn't know how to have a personal relationship with Jesus. I felt emptiness inside of me, which I couldn't describe, I didn't have good relationships with other people, not even with my sister. I often argued with her. I longed for acceptance of other people, but I wasn't able to fully accept them. When I was 22, my mother died. It was very difficult, I can't even describe it with words. In this hard period, I remembered Jesus one evening. I felt as if he was there with me, stretching his hand towards me. I told him something like this: “Lord Jesus, take all my life, nothing matters to me anymore.“ Jesus lavished enormous love and peace on me at that time.

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Hanka K.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

I've believed in God since childhood. My sister, who is one and a half year younger than me, invited Jesus into her life when she was 13. After some time, I noticed changes in her life and her relationships with boys. Sometimes, we would talk about this.

When I was about 16, I used to attend the church and religious classes. I felt that I was doing something good, but with no impact on my life, as I wanted to live according to my will. Relationships with boys and fun were important to me. For instance, I couldn't imagine a weekend without disco or a party... At the same time, I realized that I had a problem dealing with anger and I wasn't able to change myself, no matter how hard I tried. I was also really afraid of things such as death, darkness, ghosts...

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Robert K.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

Some time when I was a teenager, I began to perceive a big need to get to know the meaning of my life. I longed for a full life. I looked for it in relationships, in success in sport, business, but it still wasn't 'it'. There was still something missing, even though it was sometimes even ok. I put a certain hope into becoming independent, when I was admitted to university and I was moving to the student residence. In the first months, I tasted freedom I had never known before. I enjoyed the student life.

Then I met people who wanted to talk to me about life and Jesus. Until that time, I hadn't realized that there is something like God above us. Then I heardabout Jesus for the first time, with whom it is possible to communicate, who loves me even if he knows about all the bad things I do, and who died just for these things on the cross and he offers forgiveness to me and also just the life I long for; meaningful and fulfilled. Only if I let him live with me. It seemed a bit ideal to me to be true, but I had to start thinking about it. I also resisted the idea that Jesus would live with me and that he would talk to my life.

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Lenka Ko.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus
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Personal Story of Dan P.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

I would like to tell you how I got to know Jesus and how my relationship with Him began.

I was born into a Christian family so my parents led me to faith from the very beginning. At the age of about six or seven, I more or less understood what Jesus was all about. Do you know what He’s about? You can’t have a relationship with God without Jesus. Without Him it’s not possible to be reconciled with God because all of the bad things we’ve ever done form an abyss, a barrier between us and God. And that means that without Jesus we don’t have eternal life in heaven but rather eternity in hell.

This I understood some time around the age of seven. I didn’t want to suffer in hell - I wanted to be with Jesus in heaven and so I started a relationship with Him and thus with God. One thing which encouraged me to start the relationship with Jesus was nature: the way it’s wonderful, ingeniously created and beautiful means that there simply must be someone greater up above it. Or the way children are conceived and born: that’s another miracle.

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Personal Story of Radek Ž.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

My father stopped going to church when he was a teenager because he couldn’t see any point in continuing. My mother never really went there at all and so I was brought up as an atheist.

As far as Christianity was concerned, I could tell that it was good to behave according to the moral rules which Christians had but I never believed that God could actually exist as a real being. If anything, I believed in ‘something up above us’. Sometimes I even went to church to think but I always liked it best when I was alone. I didn’t understand masses: I didn’t know what to do when and it seemed kind of formal to me. What’s more, it seemed to me that none of the believers lived any differently from me. Some of them had the same desires: to be everyone’s friend, to help people, etc. The only point in which we differed was their belief in the existence of God.

Although my lifestyle wasn’t extremely bad, I sometimes hurt other people by the things I said or the way I didn’t keep myself under control and exploded. I tried to change it but inside I always stayed the same.

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What Will Happen When I Die?
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

My parents aren’t believers and we never spoke about God in our house. I remember that once, when I was about six years old, I wondered what would happen after I died. I was even a bit scared of it. When I asked my mum, she snapped at me that I shouldn’t think about such things. And so I pushed the thought out of my head.

It wasn’t until university that I started to think about God more. Two things led me to do so. Kind of a first impulse was the fact that I’d been disappointed by certain relationships, which I had hoped would bring me happiness and fulfilment in life. Some of them were friendships and others were relationships with boyfriends. Instead of being happy, I felt hurt. The second impulse was that I met and formed friendships with some Christians during my studies. I very much liked the relationships they had with each other and the way they treated me. I felt good with them. They claimed that Jesus had changed their lives but I didn’t understand that. I didn’t even understand how university students could believe in something like the existence of God…

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Andy V.’s personal story
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

I grew up in a pretty good family. I didn’t lack anything. I did well in school. I was nice and polite. And I never really understood what everyone else was always worrying about.  My parents are Christians and so I went to meetings with other believers but when, now and then, someone challenged us to give all of the bad things in our life to God, I always thought and though but couldn’t think of anything that I’d done wrong.

But as I started to grow up, I started thinking about girls more than they might want me to and maybe even about other things which weren’t good. And sometimes I had to just go to God and tell Him: “God, I can’t handle this. I don’t want to think about girls in such a horrible way. I know that it’s not good and I need your help. I don’t deserve to be with you, look at the bad things that I do. But thank you, God, that you sent your son Jesus, who sacrificed himself for the bad things I’ve done and so I accept your gift of forgiveness. Please, forgive me for it and take the reins of my life again.”

And now, even if things aren’t always okay and I still make mistakes and do bad things, now I’m glad that I can have a relationship with Jesus because I can come to him every single time, no matter what. And he gives my life meaning. I know that it’s not just about this life. I know that there’s something more waiting for me after death.

Andy, Ostrava

 
Personal Story of Marcela Z.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

No one ever spoke about God in our house and so I believed what they told me in school: God was invented a long time ago by people who weren’t otherwise able to explain certain natural phenomena (for example thunder and lightning). Today, however, we can explain thunder and lightning scientifically and so we don’t need God. Science has taken His place.

So I was all the more surprised when I met a Christian classmate at university. At the beginning of our first conversation about these things, I was convinced that a few arguments will be enough to ‘get her out of it’. However, at the end of the conversation, I was aware that I don’t know everything and there might still be some things I still had to get to know. And thus began my search for God. Although I didn’t realise it from the start, I was trying to figure out the meaning of my life. What’s most important in life? Can I choose it? Or is there something objective which I shouldn’t miss in life?

After some time, I received a Bible from my friend, went to some official and informal Christian meetings and read a few fliers and books dealing with Christian topics. I learned about Jesus, that He could be the hope for my life but I didn’t know how.

 

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How Is It with Me?
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

I was always interested in the mysterious and the supernatural, where you get what you happen to need thanks to some kind of invisible force. I envied Dlouhy, Siroky and Bystrozraky (characters from a Czech fairy tale) their amazing abilities; I loved Arabela (another fairy tale), marvelled at the Baby Jesus (a kind of Czech Santa Claus) and wondered at the power of various magicians and wizards. But I didn’t get too carried away with it: in socialistic Czechoslovakia there wasn’t much room for those kinds of things. My main desires were to graduate from all of the schools I studied in, to become free and independent and of course to make the world a better place.

After (the revolution in) November 1989, all of the conditions were right for me to fulfil these desires. I had graduated from school, completed compulsory military service and started to work. But the blissful state of freedom somehow never arrived and other people had already started to change the world. So I set off to find a way back to the mysterious and supernatural. The choice included Patricie Tervin, Vlasta Marek, Wabi Daněk, the Mormons, Růžový Buvol (the ‘pink buffalo’) and Klekí Petra.

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Cilka’s personal story
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

I’m a village girl. As a late-born Benjamin I always had everything I wanted. Or at least, that’s what everyone thought... On the outside it maybe looked like that too: a pretty, intelligent and  popular girl with everything going for her. And so I accepted the role: it gave me the opportunity of being blind drunk with friends each weekend, flirting with the opposite sex, smoking and the occasional petty theft or cheat.
Inside, however, there was a strange emptiness. Mi role slowly stopped satisfying me. All that’s waiting for me in life is the same old work, the same old guy, the same four walls...? No, thank you! More wild nights, high school and with it a bigger town, new people, drugs of all kinds and an even bigger emptiness... Nothing I had met gave me hope that my life could be worth something. Should I even live then?

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Leo‘s personal story
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus

Evil and unfairness bothered me even when I was a young child and I used to ask „where do they come from?“. As I grew up, I posed myself the question „What is the meaning of life?“. I couldn’t find a satisfactory answer anywhere. Distorted pictures of God started to prevail in me so I slowly joined the normal consumerist style of life as time went by. I started to také everything I could from life. My adult life featured successes but also losses such as a serious car crash, loss of loved ones, financial and health problems.
Then I met a person who stood out thanks to the peace which he radiated. He spoke about Jesus as if He was a personal friend. That caught my attention but I treated everything religious with a certain caution so I started to read the Bible myself and investigate it. Then I tried talking to Jesus. One day I told Jesus all of the wrong things I had done and asked him to forgive me.

 
Pavla Š.
Personal Stories - Pathways to Jesus
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