I first came to Christ when I was six while my parents were missionaries in Germany.
I always knew that there was some God out there. I assumed it was the Christian God, as my parents were Christians and I went to Christian churches.
I was raised in a Christian home. My mom is a strong believer and she always had us kids in church.
I will never forget the day I met Christ. I was at the point of utter despair in my life.
I first came to the church with my brother in high School. However, I did not know the importance of knowing and meeting Jesus Christ personally.
I was born into a family where my mother was a Christian and my father wasn’t…
Before I became a follower of Christ, I remember emptiness, confusion, zero self esteem or self confidence!
One night while drunk and stoned, I hit a bus head-on. That was a wake-up call