I was a foolish teenager who said to himself, ‘There is no God.’ That gave me a sense of elation: I was free to run my own life.
“Here comes The Jolly Green Giant,” jeered my classmates when I showed up wearing my favorite color. But nobody called my name when it was team picking time in P.E.
I can remember feeling the tugging of the Spirit in my heart and asking my parents to pray with me to ask God for forgiveness of my sins.
My heart was hurting and I felt broken inside, thinking, “How could I have a relationship with this man they call Jesus, when I never got to have a relationship
I was a child who was full of questions and anxiety. I remember laying in bed wondering what would happen if the house caught on fire?
But on one of those nights, when he asked at the end of the sermon if anyone needed to get saved, I knew in my heart that I did.
When I was very young, my family took me to church each week. We went every week, but that was all we did.
After waking up many nights thinking the Lord had come back and I was left behind, I asked my dad to help me understand what I needed to do to follow Christ.
I grew up in a good family, but a family that didn’t go to church at all. I considered myself a good person, although I did a lot of things I knew weren’t
A Police officer kept inviting me to church and talking to me about having a personal relationship with Jesus.