Counting My Blessings
-Amy Hegedus

What if you spent your whole life believing what you thought was right, but you were wrong? You would think that after being raised going to Church on a regular basis that one might know all you need to know about the Bible. Even after attending a Christian College as a young person, I continued to stay involved at my local Church. It is what we always did.

Changed by the Gospel
-Lloyd Mininger

My name is Lloyd Mininger, and this is my story, May I briefly share an experience that changed my life, and eternal destiny from hell to heaven 75 years ago when I was a teenager?

Is There a God,
and What Does He Want from Me?

-Adam Meadowcroft

My name is Adam Meadowcroft, and this is my story. I grew up in a “Christian” environment, but from a very early age, I had little-to-no desire to understand or comply with what I was being taught. By the time I became a teenager, I had grown skeptical of anything to do with church or God.

From Daily Dissection to Divine Direction
-Lino Zarrillo

There have been, on occasion in my life, and I am sure in yours, certain moments in time when a word or group of words cannot be uttered. Oh, we may attempt to muster the effort – maybe even use facial expressions as a type of “visual aid,” but try as we might, words fail us from time to time! In my life it happened twice. My name is Lino Zarrillo, and this is my story.

I Searched Religions,
but Found Salvation in Repentance

-David Manohar

My name is David Manohar, and this is my story. I was born and brought up in India. Though our family was not Hindu, I had many friends who were Hindus and one good friend who was a Muslim. I grew up in a church-going family, went to church regularly and was active in Sunday school and other church activities. I considered myself a good Christian and did not have any concerns about my spiritual condition.

I Was Looking for a Feeling
-Becky Fetterman

My name is Becky Fetterman, and this is the story of how God drew me and saved my soul. I was born into a Catholic family in Omaha, Nebraska. We always went to church. When I was quite young, I remember one service in particular when I felt “holy.” I thought it was a good feeling to have and that somehow by this feeling that I had felt God’s presence.