"For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God."

– Romans 8:14


As a follower of Christ, it is important that we are able to profess why we have the hope that we have been given. If you have read my previous post, you would have seen that I wrote out what the Gospel is and how to share it with someone in roughly 2 minutes. The ability to share this hope lies at the very center of a true Christ-follower's heart. It is doing exactly as Christ instructed in Matthew 28:18-20. To go out to all the nations spreading His kingdom, making disciples, and teaching them the ways to live reborn in Christ.

This is all very important when living as a servant to Christ but when you are able to share how Christ has personally affected your life, the glorification of God is immediately witnessed. You are able to tell someone exactly how Christ saved you from the pit, a sinner deserving of death, now reborn through the sacrifice Christ made for all of us. This story of your rescue by Christ is called your testimony.

This is my testimony.

I was raised in the church. Sunday service every week, Sunday school, vacation bible schools, church barbecues, and Christmas plays littered my childhood. Every Sunday I would wake up at 9 to my dad knocking on my bedroom door telling me to get up and get ready to go to church. With grunts of disapproval I pretended I was asleep and couldn't hear any of the words he was saying. This usually ended in an argument, which found me sitting in the backseat of the car, arms crossed, with a look of stubborn defiance on my face.

Church was boring to me back then. I didn't want to go sit through an hour long sermon, surrounded by people I didn't really know, with my mom pinching me at the slightest sign of bad behavior. Church was just somewhere you went because your parents made you go. There was never any spiritual movement, or great revelations during a sermon for this 10 year old. Church was something to endure, not enjoy.

I endured this weekly cycle for years until one year at vacation bible school I answered the altar call by my pastor. He asked the group of rowdy children if anyone wanted to commit their lives to Christ and accept Jesus into their hearts. Being 13, I felt like I was a bit more mature than most of the children that were around me. So I raised my hand and I prayed the prayer my pastor led us in. There weren't any fireworks, no great overflow of the Spirit rushing into me, it was just as if nothing had really happened.

That summer I was baptized in a river down the street from my house and all I can really remember was how bone-chillingly cold that water was. But I do recall my parents being very proud of me, hugging me despite how frigid I was after being dunked in that freshly melted snow-runoff. But life went on as usual.

It wasn't until my junior year of high school that my faith became truly important to me. Up to that point I had been going through the motions of what it looked like to be a Christian. I had a bible, but I didn't read it. I sang the hymns, but I didn't mean them. I went to church, but I didn't grow in my relationship with my Savior. A couple months into my junior year I was able to start going to a church plant that was centered in Snoqualmie. I can honestly say that it was a very different and weird experience for me. First off, they didn't really have a building, something I haven't ever had to think about. Hours before every service, a group of about 7 or 8 people would unload a truck full of chairs, tables, and children's church equipment every Sunday. At the end of that service, many of the same people that unloaded the truck would load that yellow truck full with everything they had taken out, a process that usually took another hour. This church also had a youth group, something I never really experienced because of the small size of my home church in North Bend. There were actually kids my age, that I went to school with, that were in that youth group. It was a completely new concept compared to my church's youth group that consisted of my siblings and my cousins.

The main difference that I experienced at Lifepointe was the challenge I felt to really focus on and grow in my personal relationship with Christ. The youth pastor (my mentor now) told me to read my bible...I can honestly say, despite how difficult it is to say, no one at my home church ever really told me face to face to read my bible. That it was something I needed to do to grow. Youth group on Sunday nights weren't about games, or pizza, or honestly having fun...it was about diving into the Word and truly studying from it and learning what it meant to be a Christ follower. 2 hours of scripture really took a toll on me, and yet I still continued to go.

One night after youth group, we all went to an Easter Sunday service at Mars Hill Church in Seattle. I personally witnessed over 200 people declare the faith they had by being baptized in a tank of water. Their faith was remarkable. There were shouts of praise, applause, and genuine worship with each person that sank beneath the water. Symbolic of the death to our old selves and our rising again in new life with Christ. At that moment in time I recommitted my life to my Savior. I felt the fire burning once again in my heart. A fire that was inextinguishable.

This fire brought me to a tiny village in the mountains of Peru, where God showed me how much love he has for this world. This fire brought me to lead prayer circles for over a hundred students staring at the face of a great tragedy. This fire brought me to lead sermons on Sunday mornings and talks at my high school's club for Christian students. This fire brought me to join my church's worship band, so that I could use my gifts and abilities to glorify my God even more. This fire brought me to a tiny town in Utah, helping the only Christian church for a 40 mile radius by going out into the neighborhoods inviting the children of Mormons to come learn about my Savior. This fire brought me to a college campus where I could encourage and be encouraged by my brothers and sisters in the faith. This fire has led me to a school where I will study to become a pastor, so that I can teach others about the hope I possess.

God has changed my life. Without Him there would be no Kasey Channita. I'd be a lost and hopeless sinner, trying to find satisfaction in a world that can provide no satisfaction. May my life reflect all that He has done for me and the sacrifice my Savior paid for me.

Here I Am God