In 1970, some Christian neighbors started taking my sister and I to church with them. One Sunday I went forward at the end of the service where someone took the Bible
Hatred almost destroyed me and those I love. I don’t remember much about life before I came to Christ, because I came to the realization of who He was at seven, but a
My dad beat me mercilessly and raped me more times than I could count. He told me I was a worthless and didn’t deserve the life he provided for me…
It was when I heard the words, “I don’t love you anymore. I want a divorce,” that I began to question what real love is all about.
I thought that because my parents were Christians and because I was a “good” kid, that everything was ok…but it wasn’t.
I was pretty young when I met Christ and realized I was a sinner and needed Jesus to save me. I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me and be my Lord and Savior.
I grew up with the knowledge that John 3:16 is a verse about God’s love for me by sending his Jesus to die for me. But the death
After attending the death of my great grandfather as a child I became afraid of dying. You could say was “deathly” afraid of death.
If heaven is for good people then I don’t stand a chance. Even though I was raised in a minister’s home, no one would ever describe me as a nice or good
I became a Christian at an early age — I was 7 years old…