I grew up with my Great Grandma in a church that my Great Grandpa help to build.
I wondered what would happen to me if died. If my life suddenly ended in a car wreck, what then?
I hadn’t been exposed to church or God’s word much while I was growing up. As a young adult, I thought I was experiencing all that life had to offer…
I was very blessed to receive Christ at the age of 9 years old.
I grew up in church. So, as my parents took me to church week after week and I heard all the great Bible stories.
As a nine year old boy, in a revival service, I came to realize that my family’s faithfulness, service and church attendance could not nor would not bring
A friend invited me to his church and I learned that I was not righteous and that my “good intentions” were not good enough.
Have you ever felt like no matter what you did or how much you had, your life was missing something?
One Wednesday night at church, my old youth pastor was talking about hell…
One night after talking with my high school girlfriend about this empty feeling, I admitted I was a sinner. I knew that as hard as I tried to do good, I failed.