I was sitting in a near front row pew by myself and knew I was being drawn to Jesus and yielded to that drawing.
As a kid my dad taught me to always do the right thing: Always tell the truth, respect others, and be a “Good Person”.
I cannot remember who talked to me but I know I confessed my sins and the blood of Jesus washed away my sins and I was saved.
When I was seven I became afraid of the word “eternity.” The lack of knowledge of the word kept me awake at night
I grew up not doing bad things and was pretty respectful to others. I didn’t really give much thought to church, although I did believe in God.
I learned as a young boy that Jesus loves me. I can never remember a time when I did not believe in God.
There was a time when my life lacked direction and purpose. Because of this, I had no real peace about where I was going in life.
Haunted by my past and not able to move forward, God puts people and places in your path.
Although I was a pretty good kid, there came a time when I realized that just knowing about God wasn’t good enough.
I was a guy raised in church …Even though I grew up in that type of home, I still had problems.