I went to church as a little boy and I accepted Jesus as at 7 years old at my grandmother’s kitchen table.
While reading a book about the Book of Romans in the Bible I came to understand, in a way I had never considered before, that I was trying to worship a God I did not
When I was 14 I had a teacher at church who explained what transgressions were and what it meant to really need Jesus.
While serving in the Air Force I met a girl and started going to church with her. We were married in her church about a year later.
I was raised in a “church attending” home where there was no real emphasis on Scripture. I was very wild through High School and then joined the U.S. Navy
After hearing some college students present Christ to another kid in Vacation Bible School I began to feel a need for something more in my life.
Before I met Christ I was a child, growing up on my Indian reservation with my mom, dad, and 3 siblings.
I owned a bar at one time. It was my life. Drinking,taking speed and gambling.
Feeling a failure, one desperate evening I put a gun in my mouth and squeezed the trigger three times…
I came to a point when I knew that God wanted me to surrender my life to Him.