For over 60 years faith in Jesus as my Lord and Savior has been my anchor.
Then something happened. I realized I needed Christ as my Savior.
I was basically a good, moral person who sometimes read the Bible, sometimes prayed and sometimes went to church. But, I felt an emptiness…
When I was 13 and had just moved to a large suburb from a very small town, I realized my whole family would one day be in Heaven, but I wouldn’t.
John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not
I was raised in a Christian home, where my parents took me to Sunday school and church.
Although I was active in my church, I became miserable with the realization that I had not accepted Christ as my Savior but because of my pride I resisted doing so.
My life was like any other boy that lived in a small community. There was no major sins that I had committed…
I grew up in a Christian home. Although my parents didn’t attend church themselves, they always sent my sister and I to church.
I knew very little about Sunday school. Family friends invited us to attend Bible school and my sisters and I would go…