My name is Eric Wolf, and this is my story. Growing up, my Dad and Mom regularly took my two brothers and me to Sunday school and church. I am thankful that my parents did, because a very important question was asked of me while attending the 6th grade Sunday school at church.
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.