I was raised in a Christian home. Church, and all of it;s activities was a way of life. When I was 7 years old I followed several of my friends down to the front of the church during the invitation. I had no idea what I was doing, except that I didn’t want to be different. So, form that point on everyone assumed that I had accepted Christ.

During high school I continued thinking of myself as a Christian. Afterall I was a pretty good kid, mostly obedient to my parents, attending church, not getting into any serious trouble. Things began to change when I got to college. The world and all that it contained began to have an affect on me. I attached myself to a group of friends and began a couple of years of true wildness. But, back at home I still had everyone fooled, including myself. I had a roommate who grew up in eastern Pennsylvania during my junior year. He invited me to come home with him during spring break. I thought that it was a good idea since I had never traveled to that part of the country.

While there, my roomie and his girlfriend set me up to date a local girl who was also home for spring break. Her name was Karen Johnson (she is now my wife of 32 years). Karen was a new Christian, I convinced her that I was a Christian also. Over the next year a long distance romance matured. But, during our engagement Karen began to feel that something wasn’t right with the relationship. Sitting in the family room of her home I felt the Holy Spirit telling me that I knew what was wrong. I was convicted of my sin. Being exposed to the Christian lifestyle for so long, I knew of repentance and the sinners prayer. There, with my wife to be, I gave my life to Jesus Christ.