Knowing God

I wasn’t brought up in the church and didn’t come to know Jesus as my Saviour until I was in my early 20s. But looking back, I see that I was not without religious instruction; it just wasn’t the kind that other children got at church.

God drew me near every Sunday morning as my siblings and I sat down to my mother’s big breakfast. Folk singers sang to me from the pulpit of our record player. The acoustic guitars strummed a steady beat as lively, harmonic voices sang with passion about righteous living, sinful deeds and life after death. 

I remember singing these songs with exuberance and joy between bites and sips at breakfast. With tapping toes and a big smile, I was praising and worshipping God—and I didn’t even know it!

But I have no doubt that through my love of music I came to know God. Often we learn about God through the things we enjoy. Whether we enjoy woodworking or baking, art or opera, butterfly or coin collections, we can look at the things we love to do in new ways and discover what God is showing us through the passions of our hearts.