March 13, 2014 by Chris French
Chris asked me to tell the story of how I came to faith, and I am happy to oblige. I owe my faith in large part to the efforts of family long before I was born. My grandfather preached from time to time and served as moderator on the Central Church of Christ’s radio broadcast in Tuscaloosa. One of my most prized possessions is a sermon outline book given to him by Gus Nichols, with the dates of sermons he preached on the radio written in the margins. Although he died young when my mother was only nine years old, he had by that point instilled the fundamentals of Christian living in her by leading his family according to the principles of Joshua 24:15, which I understand was his favorite verse.
My grandmother continued his legacy and has remained faithful to this day, as has my mother, who converted my father several years before I was born; he now serves as a deacon. Therefore, by the time I was born an entire support-system of faithful family members was well-established. My decision to obey the gospel around the age of twelve or thirteen was not the result of an epiphany, but rather was the expected result following years of influence and learning from birth until then. For me, the decision to obey was easy. The difficulty – which is a common struggle that all Christians face – is in the effort to continually improve by working to mold our lives according to the standard of Christ.