Share this Post I was a naughty little girl growing up – I was mean to my sister and brothers, unkind, and very selfish. But I went to church regularly; I grew up Catholic and was baptized as an infant (according to pictures I’ve seen). Receiving “First Communion” was a memorable event. I remember that I had to wear a … Read More
Share this Post I attended church as a young child. That is where I first heard that Jesus died on the cross and rose from the dead and was coming back one day. I didn’t understand what that meant even as I got older. I often wondered why I was here on earth, what was my purpose, how can I … Read More
Share this Post I was raised in a fundamental, independent Baptist faith, taught the Bible from a young age, memorized Bible verses and was taught to pray. I knew all the facts of the Baptist heritage, knew some of the Word of God, told people that God created the world, and even became angry with those who questioned my religion. … Read More
Share this Post My name is Anthony Wilt, and this is my testimony of salvation. My name is Anthony Wilt, and this is my testimony of salvation. My story began the day my sister invited me to attend a worship service at her church in North Carolina. This was my first time at a service since I was a kid. … Read More
Share this Post My name is Joseph Ilboudo. But I was born with the name “Bawindsom” in the West African country of Burkina Faso. I was the fifth child in a family of seven children, born on a dirt floor in a hut in our village, called “Wobzougou.” My name is Joseph Ilboudo. But I was born with the name … Read More
Share this Post Have you ever attempted to lift something heavy, only to discover that you had overestimated yourself? Suddenly you realized, “I can’t do this alone! I need help from someone strong.” Have you ever attempted to lift something heavy, only to discover that you had overestimated yourself? Suddenly you realized, “I can’t do this alone! I need help … Read More
Peace and acceptance is something our society always seems to be looking for and I was no exception. I grew up in a home where alcohol and fighting were common; consequently, it was a place where I did not want to be. By the time I was in my teens and early twenties, I found myself absorbed in living “life to the fullest” and searching for someone to love and accept me.
What if you spent your whole life believing what you thought was right, but you were wrong? You would think that after being raised going to Church on a regular basis that one might know all you need to know about the Bible. Even after attending a Christian College as a young person, I continued to stay involved at my local Church. It is what we always did.
My name is Jack Hammond, and this is my story. I was born in Allentown in 1967, and I grew up in a fairly religious home, though we didn’t attend church on a regular basis. Many times my grandmother, who was very faithful to go, took my sister and me as much as she could. I can remember when my mom and stepdad finally made the decision to go regularly. That lasted for a few years, but tapered off when the pastor, who my parents really liked, moved on.
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