Before I came to Christ, I was living in sin. I thought I was a Christian, but I hadn’t truly accepted Christ in my life.
I went to church every Sunday but that didn’t affect my whole life. I would still lie to my parents, cheat, steal, and do whatever I wanted to.
I was one of those who people who had a religious background; but I was clueless about what it all meant and for several years, really didn’t care or think about
At age 12 I went to “Judgment Night” during Halloween. I remember seeing the play and seeing all of these people going to Hell and knew
At 10 years of age, in an old-time revival, I was on the back row of the church with some of my friends on the hottest August day I can remember…
I had grown up in church but I knew there was something more that God required of my life. I was not able to go to heaven just because my parents were Christians and
When I was about six years old, my mom led me to the Lord on my bunk bed.
I had a cold, selfish heart, and even when I did good things, it was for my own benefit with a selfish motive.
I accepted Christ into my life at a relatively early age. Because of that, there is not much I can remember about my life before accepting Christ as my savior.
Life without Christ is like being a zombie; you are alive but dead at the same time.