As a nine year old boy, in a revival service, I came to realize that my family’s faithfulness, service and church attendance could not nor would not bring
The day I finally gave my life to Christ was when I was home alone one night in tears because I felt that I just lost everything I cared for and loved.
I wanted to be good and to be considered good, but I had no real sense of a living God wanting to be involved in my life.
During junior high school, I began reading my copy of the Bible during study hall. I read a lot in the book of Psalms.
At the age of 11 everything changed for me. We were driving home from a trip when we had a terrible wreck and my parents were killed.