My name is Michael Brooks, and this is my story. I was baptized as an infant in the Episcopal Church. My mother and my aunt served on the Altar Guild. They were both key in the coffee hour following services each Sunday. My uncle Roy sang in the choir and was the church sextant. So, as a boy, I thought I was well connected, and due to my family’s contributions to the church, we were good people, and of course, heaven-bound due to our good works.
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.
My name is David Manohar, and this is my story. I was born and brought up in India. Though our family was not Hindu, I had many friends who were Hindus and one good friend who was a Muslim. I grew up in a church-going family, went to church regularly and was active in Sunday school and other church activities. I considered myself a good Christian and did not have any concerns about my spiritual condition.
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.
A business degree, a good job with advancement opportunities, continuing education at the company’s expense, a new sports car, travel, good friends, parties, a loving family, high morals, and faithful church attendance. This described my life until a dear friend shattered it with some truths from God’s word.