One night a pastor said that Jesus loved me so much that He died for me.
I was born as the second son, ten minutes behind my twin brother…
I had everything society said was important and necessary for contentment, yet I felt there was something significant missing in my life.
I was very blessed, as Jesus Christ came into my life during my childhood.
Before I met Christ, I had no direction, I felt empty. I did not belong anywhere, I was lonely.
As a young person I began believing that there is a God who is bigger than me, big enough to answer my questions.
My earliest memories include my mother taking me and my sister to Sunday School and church.
He showed me how I could have an inner peace and how, for the first time; I could have a purpose and real meaning tin my life.
I thought I was a Christian because I believed in God, was a pretty good person, and was a church membe
I was born the first time in 1935 in New Mexico. There was no opportunity to attend church in that area, but in 1945, at age 10 our family moved to Texas.