One day I went to a Christian concert with a friend. I didn’t expect to hear anything I hadn’t heard before, but for the first time, I listened.
After a year and a half of inward turmoil, I finally got down to the root of my problem- I had never given my life over to Christ.
As a young boy I realized that I knew about Christ. But I did not know Christ. I heard my parents talk about their personal relationship with Christ. I didn’t have
The sudden drowning of a close friend made me rethink my beliefs. I seriously considered my death and began to doubt that I would go to Heaven.
The disease called Polio reduced me to helplessness and physically I was unable to do anything for myself.
After 15 years of being told we could not have children, I conceived, only to miscarry at 18 weeks. I hated God! I blamed Him for this pain and loss.
My name is Cheyene Atherton and I live in Henley, MO. I was five years old when I accepted Jesus into my heart.
I admitted I was a sinner and was shown how Jesus Christ died for me. Because He died, my sin, which separated me from God, could be overcome.
One Wednesday evening, following youth group, I came home and discussed with my parents what I had learned about the sin in my life and God’s grace.
A young woman helped me to know Jesus personally. She told me that real peace and fulfillment in life could only come by turning to Jesus and giving Him control of my