My “Little” Sins Were
Keeping Me From God

-Alyssa Hall

My name is Alyssa Hall, and this is my story. I was what most would call a “good girl.” I was raised by godly parents who sought ways to teach me about God and what He could do in my life. They made an effort to have me in church every single service and to be involved in activities at church that would put me around other Christian young people.

Me, Myself, and I
-Michael Wolf

My name is Michael Wolf, and this is my story. It begins when I was just a small boy. I grew up in Reading, Pennsylvania, where my parents took us to a strong church. They taught me the Bible from an early age and made sure I was living according to God’s Word. I was taught how I could be 100% sure I was forgiven of my sins and headed to Heaven.

Now I Have Peace with God
-Thomas Anger

My name is Thomas Anger, and this is my story. I have grown up my whole life in Emmaus, Pennsylvania. Since I was a young child, I attended church services at Lehigh Valley Baptist Church every Sunday and Wednesday. I lived what some might consider a “sheltered life.”

Everything Looked Great…
At Least on the Outside

-Chris Gable

I grew up in a small town, the second child to two typical, middle class parents. My dad was a civil engineer, and my mom volunteered in various capacities along with being a stay-at-home mother. Both of my parents were very religious, and were consistent in taking their children to church and teaching them about God and the Bible. They even sacrificed financially so that all of their children could attend a private, Christian school.

Who Will Pay for My Sins?
-Nat Williams

I grew up near Rochester, New York, and considered myself a good kid. Okay, I wasn’t anything special, but I had Christian parents that passed along Godly values. They taught me to be responsible for my actions, to choose good friends, and to put my best effort into every task. I attended church and became comfortable living in a religious environment.

I Am So Glad to Be a Child of God!
-Laura Nadaskay

I have gone to church all my life. My parents are saved, and we have attended good, Bible-preaching churches all my life. I also went to Christian school and Christian camps. My parents were good testimonies and examples to me, and they have prayed for my salvation ever since I was born. But all these things did not save me.

Even the Preacher’s Kid
Needs to Be Born Again!

-Roland Hammett

My name is Roland Hammett, and this is my story. I was born into the Hammett family on August 8, 1976, in the little town of Craig, Colorado. My dad pastored a Baptist church there, and right from the start, I was faithful in church attendance! My parents were always at church, and, of course, I went along with them. Incidentally, I was a well-behaved kid because my dad and mom made sure that I did right.

God Saw All My Good Works As Filthy
-Rachel Custer

My name is Rachel Custer, and this is my story. Since before I was born, my father has been an independent Baptist preacher. I went to church with my family every Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night, and all special services. My brothers and I were always involved in the church activities, and we even lived next to the church building.