I was born and raised in church, and was taught, since i was a child, that there is sin in the world (wrongdoing) and everybody sins. I was also taught that since everybody sins, they will all go to a place called hell. This was because God is in heaven, and He cannot tolerate sin, and in order to pay for our wrongdoing, we were supposed to die and go to hell. I learned that God loved us though. In fact, He loved us enough to send His son to die for our wrongdoings instead of us. The stipulation for us getting this benefit is that we have to believe that He did die for our sin, and accept Him as our Savior (saving us from going to hell). Accepting that implies that he should control our actions in the same way a servant (or slave) obeys his master. I realized that i did wrong (quite a bit of wrong, actually, because i was a trouble maker as a child) around the age of 6, and I realized I would go to hell if i died. It happened one day after kindergarten (in which I was a great troublemaker), and it all finally dawned on me, and I accepted the fact that I did wrong and accepted Him as the one who was going to save me from hell.
