Share this Post I was raised as a Catholic and went to church with my parents regularly on Sunday mornings. I was never taught about salvation. My parents eventually left the church, leaving me with no religion to follow. As an adult I kept on going back because that was all I knew. I thought that I was somehow OK … Read More
My name is Benjamin Hall, and this is my story. I was brought up in a Christian home and have gone to church ever since I was a little baby. When I was 10 years old, my Pastor played a video called “The Appointment” during the church service. It was about a lady who had put off being saved and unexpectedly died and went to hell.
My name is Paula Williams, and this is my story. I grew up in Illinois. Our family attended the Lutheran Church for a few years, then stopped going to church altogether. When I was 12 years old, I was enrolled in LaSalle-Peru Christian School. This is where I heard about salvation. I knew that if I died without being saved, I would go to hell. I was so afraid of going to hell that one day I prayed and asked God to save me from hell.
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 I was growing up, I never heard what I’d call the real truth about spiritual matters. We pretty much followed my father’s upbringing and attended services at a Lutheran Church. I knew there was a God – and I thought a lot about Heaven and Hell. As a teenager, I would say my prayers every night before I went to bed. I considered that I was growing up in a “religious” household. But, during my whole life, I had never really heard a credible answer to the question of how to attain a life after death.
My name is Frances Stewart, and this is my story. When I was in the first grade, a local pastor of a church used to come and pick up me and my friends for church. I remember the pastor’s big Bible, the stories he taught us, and the songs we sang. All this planted seeds in my heart about a loving God.