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.

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 Was Religious, But LOST!
-Shirley Hammond

All my life I felt I was religious, and therefore, I was a Christian. It was not until I was in a church that clearly explained Bible salvation that I realized I had been deceived for all those years, and my religion was vain. My name is Shirley Hammond, and this is my story.

I Really Wasn’t That Bad
-Barb Davies

My name is Barb Davies, and this is my story. As a young child, I was taken to church by my parents every week. That was just the way it was. When I was in second grade or so, I remember the preacher saying that in order for a person to go to heaven, they had to believe that Christ died, was buried and rose again from the dead. This is known in the Bible as the Gospel (1 Corinthians 15:1-4).

The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me
-Suzanne Cefola

I would like to tell you about the best thing that ever happened to me. Can you spare a few moments? I hope you will read on! It could change your life too! It all began on July 7, 1977. I was born to Hans and Dale Smith. I was baptized as an infant and confirmed in the sixth grade. Growing up, I was a “good girl.”

My Good Works Were Not Good Enough!
-Graeme Anderson

My name is Graeme Anderson, and this is my story. From my early childhood in South Africa, I remember attending a Baptist church and going to a school where the Bible was taught. My parents had a strong belief in God; their faith was evident as they gave to others and strove to place God as the head of our family.