For over 30 years, I fooled myself into believing I was a Christian. But I was really lost. My name is Beverly Hammett, and this is my story.
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.
I grew up in Allentown, PA, the oldest of five children. When I was young, my parents did not attend church. I did attend Vacation Bible School a few different summers. I also went to a program called Pioneer Girls at one church. One lady there gave me a Bible with the verse John 3:16 penned in the front of it. I sort of memorized that verse, but really didn’t understand what it meant until recently. I never really read that Bible, but for some reason I have kept it all these years. I am grateful to that lady for trying to introduce me to the Bible at such a young age.
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).
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.
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 name is Jill Brooks, and this is my story. I was born in Massachusetts in 1961 and baptized as an infant in a Methodist church. When I was two years old, our family moved to New Jersey. We had a nice house in a nice neighborhood and went to a nice Methodist church. We were a nice family. My mother explained to me that God made the world and taught me to appreciate nature and all living things. As I grew, I had a lot of questions.