I grew up in church. I don’t remember a time I didn’t believe the story of Jesus.
I grew up going to church and at a very early age, I realized that I was selfish and self-centered.
I was just a normal everyday boy who lived how he wanted to, not paying attention to anyone but myself.
I attended church camp and ask Jesus to come into my life and be my Lord and Savior.
I knew all the facts about Christianity and who Jesus was, but I did not have a personal relationship with Him.
At that moment Jesus not only gave me a home in heaven, but a meaningful life here on earth.
I made a commitment to the Lord young, and I honestly never did mean it fully.
Before I came to know Christ, I did not have peace in my heart. I did not know where I would go if I died.
I began to realize that church attendance, or being good, or getting good grades would not let me into heaven.
I realized that my sin was keeping God out of my life and I needed to fix the problem or I would be separated from God forever on this earth and for eternity.