When I was sixteen I was considered a “good girl.” I had attended the Presbyterian Church from the time I could walk; I was baptized as an infant, I was an active church member, I obeyed my parents and did well in school. And, just to make sure—I made a profession of faith in Jesus Christ. I viewed it as an insurance policy just in case “being good” wasn’t enough.
As far back in my life as I can remember, I always went to a United Church of Christ every Sunday. As a young child, I had some bizarre ideas about God and my relationship with Him. As I got older, the ideas didn’t change much. Although I attended both Sunday school and church, and was confirmed as a teenager, I never learned the teachings of the Bible, nor did I have the desire to learn them.
My name is Robin Follett, and this is my story. I thought I knew Christ as my Savior when I was nine years old. I went forward during an invitation at my church, and someone explained to me what Christ did for me on the cross. I don’t remember praying or anything after that (which troubled me later in my life), but I hung on to that “experience” for 23 years.
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.