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I was brought up in a Christian home. We went to church Sunday morning, night, & Wednesday.
When I was in middle school, I went to a retreat with the youth at my parents church. That was when I asked Christ to come into my heart.
I have a good & loving husband who is a Christian. If it wasn’t for God, I probably wouldn’t have gotten Alan. I just finally left it up to Him to send Alan to me. I have good Christian friends also.
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I grew up in a Christian home and attended church regularly. My parents taught me about God in many different ways, but as a young child I realized that while I knew a lot about God, I didn’t really know Him personally. I began asking more and more questions about salvation, Heaven, and Jesus.
I knew that God was speaking to me about becoming a Christian. After many conversations with my Mother, I knelt down in my bedroom and prayed for God’s forgiveness and surrendered my life to Him. I was very young - only 5 years old, but I knew that God had heard my prayer.
I am so thankful for my relationship with Christ. Though I still struggle with sin, I have the power of Christ in my life and He is changing me daily to become more like Himself. Even in tough circumstances I know that my life has purpose and meaning. Most of all, I now have a personal relationship with God - I know Him! Phillipians 2:1-16 is my prayer for my life “…holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may have cause to glory because I did not run in vain or toil in vain.” (v.16)
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I grew up in what seemed a good Christian home, going to church every week, but inside there was much conflict. Not being close to my dad and too close to mom, I feared strong boys. Entering fifth grade, I came under a hail-storm of name calling—”McGay,” queer, sissy, etc. Entering puberty these feelings became sexualized, along with the use of pornography. Turning fifteen, my parents divorced, and at eighteen I moved out. Shortly after moving out, a neighbor twenty years my senior seduced me that night, gave me all of his pornography, and took me to the gay clubs. I was addicted instantly. I went from relationship to relationship, but never found the peace and joy that I had searched for.Three years later a friend and his wife reach out to me, asking questions about my future concerning a wife and children. Those questions really stuck with me. I was asking myself “Do I not want a family?” and “What would happen if I died?” Maybe I could seek forgiveness right before I died. Was there hope for me? I didn’t see another way, considering my attractions that I had. I was invited to an Amway conference in Tampa Florida (1991). Sunday morning there was a church service where we sang and people were telling their stories. I saw hope in everyone’s eyes and knew inside that this was what I had been looking for. I accepted Christ that day and left the gay lifestyle.
I came home and ended relationships and got rid of all my pornography. I called a pastor and asked if he could help me understand what I had experienced. He shared with me and said that I needed to be baptized. I joined the church that I grew up in, got involved, and was baptized. I developed many new friends and even some accountability partners that helped me. It was a very long journey. Since then God has really used my story in people’s lives. I married in ’96 and now have a young son and daughter and am in full-time ministry reaching out to those that struggle with homosexuality. “I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten.” Joel 2:25 Visit www.truthministry.org.
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I grew up in a Christian home where my parents took me to church and modeled a Christian lifestyle. I was always taught Biblical principles and I saw my parents live these priciples out daily. We attended church every time the doors were open including while on vacation.
I was at a Backyard Bible club when I prayed to receive Christ. I believed He was the Son of God and that I was a sinner. I believed that He died on the cross for my sins and was buried in a tomb and on the thrird day he rose again. I believed this and trusted this. I continued to grow in my faith through church, Bible study, and youth trips.
I have made a lot of mistakes and made a lot of wrong choices, but I never have doubted that Christ is in my life. I desire to serve Him and grow in Him. I am convicted when I make bad choices and I know that conviction is the Holy Spirit. Even though I made a decision early in life, I know He came in because of the deep desire He has placed in me to live for Him.
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