Then I had a life changing experience on the last night of the crusade. I told God I was sorry for my sin and asked him to forgive me.
After joining the Marine Corps 2 years later and a tour in Iraq I was in a very low place drinking, depressed, and away from family all alone.
After moving in with my grandparents, one night in that December 1997 my grandma told me about Christ.
I accepted Christ when I was 11 years old. My mom had just gotten back into church and started bringing my sister and me with her.
One Sunday morning the pastor asked a profound question: If you died today would you be ready to meet Jesus.
I experienced a couple of testing years, sowing some “wild oats” as a young adult…
I was only seven when I accepted Christ into my life, so I never had a chance to do much wrong.
Well I’m one of those kids that went rebellious which is the best word to describe it. I got caught up in drugs and drinking…
When I met Christ, I was as happy as I’ll ever be. I cried of tears and joy because I knew when I die, I am going to Heaven…
My middle school years were all about me and how I could gain popularity. I was not a terrible kid, but I did cuss a lot.