I can remember feeling the tugging of the Spirit in my heart and asking my parents to pray with me to ask God for forgiveness of my sins.
When I was 8 years old I became overwhelmed with the idea of who Christ was and what he did.
Before I came to know Jesus as my Savior I was hurting. I did things and felt things I didn’t know I could have avoided.
I have direction for my life, meaning, assurance, and peace because I gave my life to Jesus.
I was listening to the President of our country speaking about the Cuban Crises…
It was this extremely lonely and empty feeling that opened my heart to God.
I grew up in a hardworking blue-collar family. Unfortunately, alcohol destroyed life at home.
I felt something that I had never experienced before. It was an intense feeling that I was headed down a wrong road.
But even as a child, I realized that going to church and learning about Jesus was not going to get me to heaven.
As an 8 year old boy I began to ask questions about what it meant to be a Christian…