Our Testimonies

The foundation of my faith came through a small church I went to when when I was a little girl. My sister and I attended with our neighbors across the street.

As we got older church attendance stopped but I never quit believing; however, other things occupied my mind: friends, school, etc. When I went to college I wanted to find a church youth group to participate in for fun. I met a guy in my speech class who invited me to his church and youth group.

Through the pastor's sermons, the kids in the youth group, and the Bible, I learned that Christianity was more than just believing that God and Jesus Christ existed, but that I needed a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.

I remember the Sunday morning on November 10, 1968 when I made my decision to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior. The title of the pastor's sermon was "The Last Call." At the end of the sermon he gave an altar call for anyone wanting to know Jesus. My heart was pounding and I was scared to go forward. Inside I said, "If someone else goes forward first, then I'll go down." I looked up and someone else was walking to the front. So, I stood up and went forward too.

A lady took me to a prayer room and talked with me. I prayed (out loud at her insistence!) asking forgiveness for my sins and asking Jesus into my heart. It was the most wonderful day of my life! I walked all the way home singing "Now I belong to Jesus."

When I got home I shared what happened to me with my mom and dad. I've never stopped sharing my faith since!