I grew up in a good family, but a family that didn’t go to church at all. I considered myself a good person, although I did a lot of things I knew weren’t
A Police officer kept inviting me to church and talking to me about having a personal relationship with Jesus.
I said “Coach I’m sick of wondering if I’m saved and I’m ready to make sure.”
Being raised in a Christian home doesn’t mean that your life was perfect and it definitely doesn’t automatically make YOU a Christian.
After 15 years of being told we could not have children, I conceived, only to miscarry at 18 weeks. I hated God! I blamed Him for this pain and loss.
When I was in college, I came to the point of wanting to end my life. Deep inside, I was desperately crying out for help.
I was one of those weekend Christians… Until that time, I thought that just being in a Christian family, and going to Church was enough, but I learned that was not
I was born on the island of Trinidad in the West Indies. I was raised in a Hindu home, and we worshipped many idols.
It was while I was sitting through a church service, as I had done so many times before, that God became real to me. Somehow I realized, that all I had in my life was a