I was in church one Sunday and I knew that I had been trusting in my good behavior to save me. God taught me that only Jesus can make me right with God…
I always felt the pull of the Lord but because of past experience rejected it.
I grew up in a very dysfunctional environment-drinking and turmoil were constant events. There was much heartache.
I thought I was in a loving family until the day that my dad left my mother, me and my three brothers.
Most of my identity was wrapped up in how good a football and baseball player I was.
At the age of 9 I realized that going to church was not enough by itself. I came to understand that I was a sinner and that my sin offended a holy God.
Until that point, I had known who Jesus was, wanted him to be my Savior, but refused to let him be my Lord.
I grew up going to church with my family, but it was just something that we did. As a small child, I didn’t think much of it.
Before I met Jesus as my personal Savior I was about as far away from God as anyone could be.
I was born into a Christian family, did the right things when people were looking and for more than 30 years assumed I had things taken care of.