Hard to tell when I “came to Christ.” I don’t remember. I don’t remember because my recollection of knowing Jesus, knowing what God has done for me in Jesus, goes back as far as I can go. Those were stories shared with me by parents and grandparents, taught and learned in Sunday School, proclaimed in worship, and read about in my children’s Bible.
Maybe a more significant moment came somewhere around age 8 or 9 when I realized the impact of my baptism – that in my baptism, at the age of 3 weeks, I did not come to Christ – Christ came to me! I remember as a child, an 8 or 9 year old, grasping that and realizing how that was God’s grace in action – Jesus coming to me, even though I was hardly in a position to come to him. That’s what grace is to me – God acts, and I receive.