But with my kind of background, I honestly cannot tell you the first time that I heard the gospel. Why? I heard it all the time and it became part of normal everyday life for me. Now, what I can point to is the first time I remember understanding and surrendering to the gospel as God was calling me to himself.
I share this snippet of my life because it never ceases to amaze me at the amount of people who have never heard the gospel around the world and now in a very real way in my own backyard. Sure, many of them have heard of the historical figure of Jesus but they do not know much of anything about him.
Just this week I took time to share the gospel with the worker where I pay for more minutes on my phone. I had asked him about Jesus before and he said he knew about him but not much. So when I shared about Jesus death and resurrection, he looked at me with amazement and said, "I do not understand, how is that possible?!?
It dawned of me, this guy has just heard the full gospel for the first time. And if I had to guess I would say that this guy is about my age. So you have two guys, same age, one cannot count the amount of times he has heard the gospel, the other just hearing for the fist time.
So if you grew up hearing the gospel like me than be thankful for God's sovereignty in your life and more importantly for calling you to be a chosen one among him. I encourage you to take time weekly to pray for those around the world who have never even heard the gospel. Pray that they would have the same opportunity that you did to hear about the sacrifice of Jesus in your place.