I admitted to God that I was a sinner. I confessed that I beleived in Him and that He sent His son to die for my sins.
I figured I was as good as anybody else and didn’t think I needed to waste my time in a church.
No matter how badly I wanted to stop feeling guilty, God would not be silent. He loved me too much to let me continue down the path of self destruction…
Although I had always known who Jesus was and what He did for me, I never really completely gave over total control of my life.
I grew up in NY State where not only the whether is cold, but so is the spiritual climate.
A young engineer had come to our workplace on a temporary assignment and was heard sharing his testimony about Jesus to fellow workers. Even though I was shy, I was
At the age of fifteen all of the stories about Jesus I had heard and His love became real to me.