In the Summer of 2000, I went to a Christian boys’ camp and it was there I accepted Christ as my LORD and Savior!
I was a brat; bossy, moody and disrespectful. My mother confronted me one day, asking why I was so mean.
I had some serious doubts about Jesus. Despite my mother’s attempts to convince me, I remained unbelieving.
I went to chapel. I felt like the speaker was talking directly to me…
I had been taught all throughout my childhood the plan of salvation. But, I was stubborn and not willing to listen to God.
One Sunday evening, the preacher preached on the coming of God’s judgment on this evil world from the book of Revelation. It really connected with me then that God
I was saved at a young age and don’t remember much of my life before receiving Him…
I wanted to die. This was a year ago. I had been thinking of suicide for a long time.
Unfortunately, all I ever knew of God was religious ritual and going to Church every Sunday. I had heard the term “salvation” but never really knew what it
Because my heart was void of Christ, yet full of sin, I was driven to a deep depression. I cried myself to sleep every night…