Back My Story: Nick Eno

February 14th, 2014

Who I Was Before Christ
I didn't grow up in a Christian home, and I never went to church growing up. I may have gone once or twice with a friend, but never as a family.

I saw bumper stickers that said "Jesus Saves." A few people transferred to our public school from a Catholic school—and they were nice. But I didn't really have a clue and I thought some Christians were weird.

I guess I thought church was only a place you had to go if your parents made you. If they didn't have to go, you didn't have to go.

I was raised on good moral behavior, being good to people, not harming others. I was brought up on the basis of working hard at everything you do, earning an honest living, being polite, courteous, and respectful to others. I was taught to dream big and go for what my heart desired.

My parents wanted me to be able to do and have anything I wanted. To me, that sounded great. So hockey became the desire of my heart. Looking back now, I think there were other desires of my heart, and those are the things that came about from being good at hockey.

I wanted to be the best hockey player because of the fame, glory, and stuff that came along with being good at it. I enjoyed playing—and I just so happened to be a hard worker and pretty good athlete.

Hockey has a culture about it like most sports, but this culture is all about long, good-looking, slicked back hair, good style on and off the ice, good "chirps" or "beaks" (aka trash talk)—who can drink the most, party the hardest, and of course, the good-looking women.

Hard work and being good at the sport came second to the nightlife and story-telling in the locker room after a "gong show" of a few nights out on the town.

That's what I was slowly working to become. It came slow and I didn't even know I was in it until it was too late. I looked back on the past few years of my life and said, "How did I end up here?"

How I Came to Know Christ
That's what happened to me. It wasn't in an instance. There wasn't a flash of light or the sound of God's voice.

But sometime along my freshman year of college, I said "The Sinners Prayer," still not fully grasping the concept of who Christ was. So I continued down the treacherous path of destruction, killing my soul one bit at a time.

As it happened, weekend after weekend of going out, I woke up one morning in the hospital. I had no idea how I got there.

Sometime shortly after that moment, I felt that God had something better for me. My soul was torn, being broken time and time again. I was so afraid of what people would think of the cool kid (or so I thought I was) being a Jesus freak.

I set a date and asked Jesus to prepare me—January 1, 2011. That first Sunday after New Year's Day, I went to church.

I began to read the Bible for the first time in my life. I was blown away by the way my mind was warped into the things of the world and how QUICKLY God showed me that His ways are true and real. I was in awe.

After the years of aching and tearing, my soul felt so much peace. It was like, "Aahhh! This is what I was looking for. This is where I belong. This is what You want for me."

It wasn't all roses from that point on. I was addicted to a lot of things: tobacco, video games, and pornography (to name a few).

God gave me the strength to quit every single one so fast, but my desires weren't ready. Eventually I gave them all up.

I broke up with the girl I was with after 3.5 years of being together. The closer I got to God, the more trouble developed in our relationship. The closer I got to God, the more difficult hockey became.

But the closer I got to God, the more satisfied my soul became, the more I read the Bible, and the more confidence I had.

What Christ Has Done in Me
Since I gave my life to Christ, there have been many ups and downs. I started out viewing him as a rabbit's foot, a good luck charm. Before my games, I'd love Christ. After my games, I'd forget who He was.

Then there became this view of: I can live a little more like a Christian because the side effects of living that way will benefit my image in this world and what people think of me. I still stumbled on things many times over and there's still some wrestling going on with this view.

But 1 Corinthians 5:6 screams to me after every fall. It says, "Your boasting isn't good. Don't you know that a little yeast permeates the whole batch of dough?"

Now, with the Spirit's guidance, I'm working toward the true character of Christ, allowing Him to have His way with me in this world.

I'm not concerned with the worlds image for me. I'm continually searching for how He can use my platform and talents. I'm always asking who He's made me to be for His greater purpose and expressing the character of Christ in me.