I got into trouble with the law, a person was killed and I ended up with a life sentence and serving time in prison with no hope of ever getting out.
I was taught all the childhood bible stories, the Ten Commandments, the Beatitudes, etc…
A classmate had told me to start my search in the Gospel of John. Soon I was kneeling beside my bed asking the Lord to forgive me and take control of my life.
One evening I was asking my parents about why Jesus died on the cross. My dad took his Bible and shared with me that the reason Jesus died on the cross was for me.
My life before Christ was empty. I was out their doing my own thing. Faking it until I made it.
As a child, I did not feel loved. I was constantly seeking love because my father did not show me love.
I felt there was something drawing me to be more and live for more than myself.
I always attended church as a child, not realizing what it meant.
Being raised in an alcoholic’s home produced many weaknesses in my own life. As a teenager, I sought answers and comfort in unhealthy and self-destructive ways.
I was confused about life and its meaning. I sought happiness in drugs and loose living.