My mom told me about God and His Son, Jesus Christ, and what it meant to know Him in a personal way.
God showed me I was living a lie, being good was not good enough. I needed a Savior…
I went to church 3 times a week because my dad was the pastor but I always knew something was missing deep in my heart.
I grew up in the church and was introduced to Christ by a very lovely lady who at the time was just a VBS teacher…
My dad became a Christian one day and I saw the drastic change in his life. He was a completely different person.
My life could have been summed up in one word: Dark.
In the Summer of 2000, I went to a Christian boys’ camp and it was there I accepted Christ as my LORD and Savior!
I was a brat; bossy, moody and disrespectful. My mother confronted me one day, asking why I was so mean.
I had some serious doubts about Jesus. Despite my mother’s attempts to convince me, I remained unbelieving.
I had been taught all throughout my childhood the plan of salvation. But, I was stubborn and not willing to listen to God.