But as much as a young boy could understand, I knew my life wasn’t complete and I had done things that I knew was wrong. I understood that I had sin in my life, and
When I was a kid my parents required attendance at Sunday school and Children’s Church every Sunday.
I was a “Preacher’s Kid, and was taught right from wrong. I went through the motions and knew the “right things to say”… However, I was “biding my
I was a lost soul. I felt alone and misunderstood. Not many people know how I actually felt, because I masked the pain I felt with a fake smile.
I attended a church service in which I heard about Jesus being God who came to earth as a man, lived a sinless life, died on the cross in place of sinners to pay the
At my dining room table, I told God of my sin, asked Him to forgive me and to take control of my life. At the moment God made me new.
Pulling into the driveway he looked at me seriously and asked if I had ever asked Jesus into my life.