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.

God Finally Got My Attention
-Randy Frederick

My name is Randy Frederick, and this is my story. I was raised in a church-going family. Mom and Dad were very strict. They never missed a service and were very active in church. Until I was 13 years of age, I never questioned the rituals and teaching.

I Didn’t Know Where I Stood with God
-Ed Reiss

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.