I remember thinking that getting to heaven was something you had to work for and when you died you hoped that your good deeds out weighed the bad.
The night my parents told me they were getting divorced was the night I asked Jesus to come into my heart.
My life before knowing Jesus wasn’t a train wreck, it was just incomplete. Questions about purpose and meaning hung in my head and I often wondered what mattered
Giving my life to Jesus has been the BEST and most important decision in my life.
I became a Christian when I was nine. There were no fireworks, no radical change just the silent reassurance of my Savior in my heart.
One day I was confronted with the claims that Jesus Christ really did love me. Not only did He love me but He desired to have a personal relationship with me.