I grew up in Christian home, prayed the sinner’s prayer and was baptized at 10, but failed to actually get born of the Spirit – (John 3:3) (2 Cor. 5:17). I was a false convert and up until Jan.6, 2007, my life could be described similar to the people we see in Matthew 7.  My life was full of iniquity (lawlessness), and I was dead in my sins. I was a slave to sin. Lust, pride, anger, sloth, greed, etc…I knew there was a problem with my life and something deep within (my conscience) told me I was vile person that constantly violated God’s moral Law (10 commandments). But the harder I tried to fix myself, the more I realized how enslaved I was to my sinful desires. I was dead spiritually.

In 2006 I started pondering what it means to be a Christian. Christianity teaches I was not supposed to be a slave to sin, yet I still was. Christianity teaches I must be perfect to have eternal life, which I was not. Christianity teaches I will have a burning passion to love God above all things; again, I did not. Christianity teaches that sin is breaking God’s laws, and when you sin you create a sin debt. And the last thing I remember thinking was this is why Jesus Christ came and died 2000 years ago. It was to pay the fine or debt for the sin I could not pay. Jesus was perfect and did not sin, nor did He break God’s law. He became a sacrifice for sin so that through Him God could forgive sin and give eternal life. So around mid December 2006 I started daily calling out to God something like this: “Oh, my God, I am guilty of sinning against You. I have broken all Your laws. God I do not want to sin anymore. I want to obey You and walk in Your ways even though I don’t know how. Oh, God, I fling myself at Your feet begging for mercy. I believe Jesus Christ came and was born from a virgin by the Holy Spirit and lived a sinless life. I believe Jesus was sacrificed for sinners, died on the cross and buried 3 days, and 3 days later You raised Him from the dead and He is alive today. Please, oh God, give me eternal life and show me, a sinner, mercy.”

Well, let me say nothing happened at first.  This crying or mourning went on for about 2 full weeks.  On Jan. 6, 2007, God, out of His own good pleasure, decided to show me mercy and saved me at 4am during one of my pleadings with Him.  It was a radical experience and conversion.  No, lighting did not strike the tree outside, nor did I see a vision or hear a real voice, but let me tell you I did have an experience with the Living God of Israel. God touched my life at that very moment and impressed upon me I was forgiven. God impressed upon my heart and mind that my life was ransomed through the suffering and death of His Son Jesus Christ. From that moment I have become a follower of Christ. I am a slave to Him who has purchased me. All the guilt of my sin has been removed and I finally feel truly free and alive. I have a peace that surpasses the intellect that I will live forever. I no longer enjoy the sin I once loved, but have a passion to please God in all things I do. I believe I have found the key to eternal life, and I must share it with anyone who will listen. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story and I pray God would do mighty and great things for you. Most importantly give eternal life in and through Jesus Christ…

As a young preteen I only went to church when my Mom insisted. One Sunday during an altar call I went down and shook the preacher’s hand. I still wonder why I went. Was I under conviction or just following my friends? Several weeks later I was baptised and the pastor asked If I had accepted Jesus. Of course I wanted to be like all my friends who said yes before me. I did not understand and no one came along side to explain or show me from Scripture what I needed to do. The next day it was life as usual. I didn’t feel any different. I didn’t know I was to be different and begin a new walk.

As a young child my parents did not take me to church. The times I went to church were when I spent time with my Granny. Granny and my Aunt made sure in the summers I went to Vacation Bible School. At age 12 while spending the summer with my Granny I joined the church and was baptized.