A business degree, a good job with advancement opportunities, continuing education at the company’s expense, a new sports car, travel, good friends, parties, a loving family, high morals, and faithful church attendance. This described my life until a dear friend shattered it with some truths from God’s word.
I would like to tell you about the best thing that ever happened to me. Can you spare a few moments? I hope you will read on! It could change your life too! It all began on July 7, 1977. I was born to Hans and Dale Smith. I was baptized as an infant and confirmed in the sixth grade. Growing up, I was a “good girl.”
I was born on October 3, 1977, to Dan and Francine Cefola. From that moment, even though I didn’t know it, I was condemned to die. The reason is because about 6,000 years ago, the first man and woman disobeyed God and became what the Bible calls sinners. From that point on, this sin has been passed on to everyone who has ever been born.
My name is Jill Brooks, and this is my story. I was born in Massachusetts in 1961 and baptized as an infant in a Methodist church. When I was two years old, our family moved to New Jersey. We had a nice house in a nice neighborhood and went to a nice Methodist church. We were a nice family. My mother explained to me that God made the world and taught me to appreciate nature and all living things. As I grew, I had a lot of questions.
Do you know what an inoculation is? Maybe as a child you were immunized with shots so that if you were exposed to measles and whooping cough and other diseases, your body would be immune to them. What happened is that a weakened form of the real disease was put into your body while you were young, and your immune system fought against it, and won. And by doing that you built up a resistance to that disease so you would never contract the full-blown disease. For me, growing up in a Christian home was like that immunization shot. I was “inoculated against being a true Christian.” Let me explain.
My name is Graeme Anderson, and this is my story. From my early childhood in South Africa, I remember attending a Baptist church and going to a school where the Bible was taught. My parents had a strong belief in God; their faith was evident as they gave to others and strove to place God as the head of our family.
My name is Frances Stewart, and this is my story. When I was in the first grade, a local pastor of a church used to come and pick up me and my friends for church. I remember the pastor’s big Bible, the stories he taught us, and the songs we sang. All this planted seeds in my heart about a loving God.