After my Dad accepted Christ, I knew there was a God and Jesus was real because of what he did in the life of my family.
One day I was confronted with the claims that Jesus Christ really did love me. Not only did He love me but He desired to have a personal relationship with me.
I can remember sitting on a church pew with my parents and feeling overwhelmed.
Even though I was a pretty good person I knew I wasn’t good enough to get into Heaven.
I can remember riding my bicycle in the afternoon and looking at the sky wondering if today would be the day God came back.
I found myself turning my back on all the things I was raised to believe.
I was a sinner who did not realize that my actions were going against God.
It became a lonely vicious cycle that left me empty and very sad. I consumed large amounts of alcohol until it became a daily desire.
I knew the steps and what I had to believe to become a Christian, I just never wanted to do it.
I wasn’t a wild child, I just didn’t think about religion, I didn’t read the Bible and I never went to church.