I admitted to God that I was a sinner. I confessed that I beleived in Him and that He sent His son to die for my sins.
For a long time, going to church was just routine to me, and meant no more than that. I was taught all the Bible stories, but I hadn’t accepted them as truth.
I was interested in God and spiritual things as a child, but never attended church regularly due to my father’s distain for religion and church in general.
I realized at that moment I had known all my life that I needed Jesus but had refused to follow Him in pursuit of my own desires.
In my home there was a lot of drug and alcohol abuse. I felt so much pain, so much hurt, so much emptiness.
I accepted Christ as my personal savior when I was 8 years old…
I have been living a double life as a Christian since the age that I could truly understand Christianity.
The reason I was always looking for the next best thing was because I was looking for the wrong things. The one “thing” that I really needed was a personal
I knew about Christ since I was very young. I grew up in a Christian home and went to church every Sunday.
It was not until I was a nine year old kid sitting in the back of church listening to the pastor give a communion service that I realized what I had been missing. It was