I learned that God loved me. I also came to the realization that I had sin in my life.
I was not a bad kid, only interested in playing every sport there was and do what boys do.
I visited with a Sunday School teacher and then the pastor and realized that I was ready for Christ to be my personal Savior.
I was in my late 20’s when I realized that knowing about Jesus was not enough.
I knew the meanings of the words. What I didn’t have was the heart knowledge…
My parents weren’t Christians when I was born, but I was taken to church by my grandmother.
While my teachers, parents, and friends would have classified me as a “good” kid, I knew that I was not perfect.
While at camp all of my questions about God, church, and eternity came crashing in on me.
My life was filled with fear of the unknown and with loneliness. I knew there was something very big missing.