I Came for Baptism,
but Found I Needed Salvation First

-Jisela Starr

When I was young, neither of my parents belonged to or visited any church. In the area where I lived there was not much for children to do on the weekends. My neighborhood friends used to go to Catechism on Saturday afternoons, so I decided to join them. I completed the studies necessary for my confession and confirmation. Later, I attended church some, but going to church was more of a routine than anything else.

I Was Just Playing Church
-Amy Rupert

Growing up in a loving family, I had a very happy childhood. I have many wonderful memories of spending time together with my parents and a younger sister and brother. My memories also included our weekly attendance and active involvement in our church, the United Church of Christ in Berwick, PA. After graduating from high school, I remained faithful in church, but allowed the sinful nature with which we are all born, (Romans 3:10,23) to control my life.

I Was a Good Girl,
Headed for a Bad Place

-Elizabeth Roy

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.

The Doctor Said the “C” Word
-Constance Nadaskay

April 28, 2005, started out as any other day….for a school teacher mother of three high-school aged teenagers and wife to a husband who often traveled for work. It was a bit of an easier day because the elementary students that I teach were headed on a field trip.

If a Man Dies,
Shall He Live Again?

-John Nadaskay

A man of years gone by once asked the question, “If a man dies, shall he live again?” The world is full of people that try to answer that question in a myriad of ways. Some hold to reincarnation. Others hold to a theory that death ends it all. I was brought up believing that there was a life after death.

My Walk with God
-Sylvia Membrino

Each step of the way of life is a choice we make. Do I go the straight and narrow way that leads to Heaven? Do I choose the other – a different, difficult path? It took me thirty-one, searching years to find the only way to peace and contentment. My name is Sylvia Membrino, and this is my story. Allow me to tell you how I came to know the Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord. Since then, it has been a growing, serving, fulfilling experience.

I Did Not See Myself As God Saw Me
-Debbie Lytle

Before I was saved, I wasn’t much concerned about, or even interested in, spiritual things. “There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.” Romans, chapter 3, verse 11. There was no thought, really, about having any special purpose in life.

I Had Never Seen the Connection
between Salvation
and the Need to Be Born Again

-Joe Hegedus

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.