There Had to Be Answers
-Jack Hammond

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.

Is There a God,
and What Does He Want from Me?

-Adam Meadowcroft

My name is Adam Meadowcroft, and this is my story. I grew up in a “Christian” environment, but from a very early age, I had little-to-no desire to understand or comply with what I was being taught. By the time I became a teenager, I had grown skeptical of anything to do with church or God.

From Daily Dissection to Divine Direction
– Lino Zarrillo

There have been, on occasion in my life, and I am sure in yours, certain moments in time when a word or group of words cannot be uttered. Oh, we may attempt to muster the effort – maybe even use facial expressions as a type of “visual aid,” but try as we might, words fail us from time to time! In my life it happened twice. My name is Lino Zarrillo, and this is my story.

My Search for the Truth
-Kim Wilkinson

When I was about 15 or so, I began to wonder and inquire about what the Bible really had to say. As a child I had attended Sunday school at the Hereford Mennonite Church. And, as a young teen, I went through their catechism classes. But I didn’t feel like I was learning what the Bible really had to say, so I began my search for the “truth.”

I Searched Religions,
but Found Salvation in Repentance

-David Manohar

My name is David Manohar, and this is my story. I was born and brought up in India. Though our family was not Hindu, I had many friends who were Hindus and one good friend who was a Muslim. I grew up in a church-going family, went to church regularly and was active in Sunday school and other church activities. I considered myself a good Christian and did not have any concerns about my spiritual condition.

I Was Looking for a Feeling
-Becky Fetterman

My name is Becky Fetterman, and this is the story of how God drew me and saved my soul. I was born into a Catholic family in Omaha, Nebraska. We always went to church. When I was quite young, I remember one service in particular when I felt “holy.” I thought it was a good feeling to have and that somehow by this feeling that I had felt God’s presence.