Growing up in South Florida, I believed there was a God. I thought that all religions would eventually lead a person to God, provided they tried their best to be good and to follow that religion.
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.
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 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.