About the Author

My dad grew up as a Catholic and my mom grew up as a Protestant. From bad experiences my dad became an atheist. He since says he is agnostic. When I was born my parents decided to never take me to church and I could decide for myself what I wanted to believe.

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One day when I was around 7 years old I stole some candy from a neighborhood kid. He accused me and I of course lied I didn’t do it. One neighbor boy brought out a Bible and made me put my hand on it and swear that I didn’t do it. I had no clue what a Bible was and I lied with my hand on it. He looked at the other guy and said “He didn’t do it or God will strike him down.” I was a little afraid after that.

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I went to church 3 times with friends before I was a teenager. I always remember believing that there was a God. I was thinking on my bed one night that my good deeds would be weighed against my bad deeds and hoping if it was close that God would put his finger on the good side. (This actually comes from the Koran not the Bible).

 

When I was 13 some guys asked me to play volleyball and then have snacks with a Bible message. I had fun. I listened to the young man quote Romans 3:23 “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” Then Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” 

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It was then that I realized that I was going to hell and did not deserve to go to heaven. God is perfect and I wasn’t. I could not do enough good deeds to be perfect.  I wanted to go to heaven and not hell. I wanted the gift of eternal life from Jesus Christ. I believed for myself that Jesus paid for my sins when he died and rose again. 

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I began searching the scriptures (Bible) and the verse that stuck with me is 1 John 5:13 “These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that you may KNOW that you have eternal life and that you may believe on the name of the Son of God.”

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