My parents brought me to church, they taught me right from wrong, but this does not mean that I always did right. In fact, I hardly did anything right.
The pastor explained to us that you never knew when life could be cut short. He went on to share the Gospel with us, and that night, I accepted Christ as my personal
I grew up in a Christian household, and have been going to church all my life. But I was ALWAYS doubting if it was real or not.
I was saved at a young age but when I got into high school I fell away from God.
When I was little my mother never went to church and if we did then I do not remember going.
Then she asked me if I was to die today and I was standing before God and He was to ask me, “Why should I let you in my heaven?” what would you say.
Then I had a life changing experience on the last night of the crusade. I told God I was sorry for my sin and asked him to forgive me.
After joining the Marine Corps 2 years later and a tour in Iraq I was in a very low place drinking, depressed, and away from family all alone.
After moving in with my grandparents, one night in that December 1997 my grandma told me about Christ.
One Sunday morning the pastor asked a profound question: If you died today would you be ready to meet Jesus.