Because of the service by which you have proved yourselves, others will praise God for the obedience that accompanies your confession of the gospel of Christ, and for your generosity in sharing with them and with everyone else.
2 Corinthians 9:13 (NIV)
I grew up in a Christian home, surrounded by parents and grandparents who were all very into church. That meant every Sunday I was at churchunless I was sick. I think that was the only excuse that got one out of going to church in my family. And I liked the whole church thing. My
I was born to a middle class navy family in 1949 in San Diego, California. Raised on a strict but loving home while experiencing times of conflict between Mom and Dad because of drinking. My brother and I were encouraged to attend church, although our parents did not. I would realize years later how important
I was raised in a home where my parents loved this country. You see they were immigrants from Europe and lived through wars, famine, and heartache at a very young age. Their life’s stories could fill a book by itself by the time they were in their late teens or early twenties. The opportunity and
March 6, 1996 In 1983, I was thinking that I should and could do things by myself; that I should take care of a problem, on my own. Long before this, I use to do anything I could to make life miserable for the people who loved me, especially those who professed to be Christians.
Nyla’s Story.. I was brought up in a Christian home and taught about salvation and its importance. Most of the message was, to fear the consequences. I don’t remember ever hearing that God wanted a “relationship” with me. It was more a message of “there is a line down the middle and you need to
My Story: As a kid, I knew there was a God, but I didn’t go to church or talk about it at all to anyone. When my Grandpa (on my Dad’s side) died, I didn’t understand. My Dad said that he might be in Heaven. I found out it was a place you go if
We moved to Elkhart when I was in the 4th grade. I was not raised in a Christian home, but my Mom took us (4 kids) to church at Simpson United Methodist Church. I remember being in the youth group and going to camp, a time or two. I gave my life to God while
When I was 4 years old my real father left my brother and I for another woman. My mother had to work nights so we had to live with my grandma (my mother’s mom.) My grandmother became my only security in my life because I was with her all of the time. I went to