I lived a very danger-filled life full of everything that was against God.
Through the reading of the 10 commandments I became acutely aware of my sinfulness.
I felt uneasy and was afraid of dying before I found courage to step out and be counted for Christ.
I was searching for significance in all the wrong places.
As I read from the Bible, I began to have questions about the teachings of Jesus…
I remember asking my mother what being saved meant and being curious about it.
During a two year period I lost both parents, my grandmother, grandfather and was in a semi-truck wreck that took the life of another as well as my livelihood.
I was always trying to fill my life with people and hobbies to feel complete. I would be happy for a little while but never satisfied.
I could just tell there was something wrong, and that there was something I needed to do.
As a young boy I attended a funeral service for a relative. As I viewed the body, it frightened me to know that I would die one day.
I listened to his sermons for over a year before I realized I was a sinner and lost.
At the age of 11, a young boy about the same age who was part of a missionary family in China shared with my Sunday School class about accepting Christ as Savior.
Life after Christ is LIVING.
I didn’t always have the best example of what a family should look like, even though I was involved in church.
I realized when I was 10 during a church service that if I died that night I would not spend eternity in heaven…
The most important thing in my life is when I met Christ as my Savior and Lord.
A church in my hometown was showing a movie about the return of Jesus…
My life was just that…mine. I had grown tired of living up to others expectations of me and falling short of their expectations through high school and college.
My heart was cold and hardened and I was a person with no regards to others.
Some of my weaknesses include: anger, apathy, pride, vanity, idolatry, self-reliance, self-seeking, and selfishness to name a few.
I finally realized that my relationship with God was missing, and that He was the only one that could fill the emptiness that I felt.
I was in church one Sunday and I knew that I had been trusting in my good behavior to save me. God taught me that only Jesus can make me right with God…
I was abused as a child and I went to church with my parents. As I grew up, I became abusive myself.
I thought that because my parents took me to church and that I was a good person, that I would go to heaven some day when I died.
My life before Christ was empty and chaotic.
I was a born liar. Oh, I wanted to be good. That was the problem…
I grew up in a Christian home. My father was a pastor for four different country churches at the same time,
I came to understand I had a void in my life. I knew this wouldn’t come from a person this world had to offer but rather what God had to offer.
I began to hang out with the “wrong crowd” and found myself participating in acts that I didn’t think I ever would…
When I was 12 I began to realize that all my understanding about God was not the same as knowing Him personally.
There was a time in my life I realized something was missing. Many people around me seemed to have something that I didn’t.
I learned more about Christ and His love for me in that one hour than I had ever learned in my life.
A man that I knew and trusted shared with me what I needed to do to give me eternal peace and eternal life.
The most important thing in my life happened when I was only eight years old…
Before I met Christ, I was living a life of sin and disappointment.
When I was in the fourth grade a man sat down with me and some of my friends and shared Christ with us. He told us about Jesus’ love, death on a cross for us,
When I was young I always wanted to do the right thing, but many times I would get angry and irritated at my family and my friends and we were often unkind to one
I didn’t realize that God had more for me than not going to hell.
I was a church kid and have been in it my whole life…
When I met Christ I came to the end of myself and the beginning of who He is.
I remember standing in my mother’s bathroom as she was getting ready, and we were talking about heaven and hell…
I knew I needed to be forgiven. I tried turning over new leaf, going to church and praying. Nothing gave me the peace I desired.
on May 16 •
by Kolby King
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