I thought that because my parents were Christians and because I was a “good” kid, that everything was ok…but it wasn’t.
I was pretty young when I met Christ and realized I was a sinner and needed Jesus to save me. I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me and be my Lord and Savior.
I grew up with the knowledge that John 3:16 is a verse about God’s love for me by sending his Jesus to die for me. But the death
After attending the death of my great grandfather as a child I became afraid of dying. You could say was “deathly” afraid of death.
If heaven is for good people then I don’t stand a chance. Even though I was raised in a minister’s home, no one would ever describe me as a nice or good
I became a Christian at an early age — I was 7 years old…
I was a regular on the party scene. But the more I sought the world’s pleasures, the more lonely and empty I became.
I was 41 years old. My husband had left me. My life was in shambles. I was afraid and felt very much alone. There was no purpose or direction in my life. I was searching
I grew up in a Christian home and was baptized as a young boy, just to please my father. The older I got the farther I strayed from the church with very little direction