Before coming to Christ my life was in a downward spiral…I was the kid with anger issues. Labeled as a troublemaker…
That night after church my mother was getting me ready for bed and I said, “Mama, I need to get saved tonight.”
“You’re going to Hell!” That preacher was pointing right at me.
“Here comes The Jolly Green Giant,” jeered my classmates when I showed up wearing my favorite color. But nobody called my name when it was team picking time in P.E.
I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 6 years old, but never really took my faith seriously until I was 13 and my dad left my mom and I.
I felt lost and confused for a long time up until my Sophomore year in college.
As a kid, I grew up in a home where God was very prevalent as both of my parents were born-again, practicing believers.
I had a wife, house, cars, and everything that money could buy. But inside I was drowning in sin.
I soon came to an understanding that Christ had loved me so much that He willingly died for my sins.
During junior high school, I began reading my copy of the Bible during study hall. I read a lot in the book of Psalms.