As a young boy at age ten I had been taught the difference between right and wrong very dilligently by my parents. Unfortunately, I chose many times to do wrong instead of doing the right thing. There was a time of realization that I could never do the right thing on my own and even more than that, if I did do right all the time it still would not allow me to go to heaven when the time would come one day.

I accepted the Lord as my Savior when I was ten years old after hearing a sermon about the time of accountability for the life we lived here on earth. I realized that there was no way if I died at that moment I would go to heaven. The thought of spending eternity in a real place called hell was more than I could handle. In the bedroom of a small house-church, I asked for forgiveness for all the wrong I had done and committed to live for the Lord for the rest of my life.

Some years after making this committment, I found out my Dad had been diagnosed with cancer. I can not explain the feelings of comfort, strength and peace due to my my relationship with the Lord. Because the Lord had saved me my Dad also had come to know him. The assurance that if he died which he did soon after, was that he would be in heaven. I realized when he passed away death was something that everyone feared and would have to experience one day. The question is where they will go? Heaven is my destination because Jesus Christ paid the price on the cross and it has truly made all the differnce in my life. My responsibility is to tell my story until the Lord comes or he calls me home. It is what I have been called to do for him.