I was always raised up in a Catholic family that went to church every Sunday. When my addiction started talking over I completely lost all faith and belief in a god. I instead blamed him for everything that had went wrong in my life and the only time I talked to god was when I wanted him to get me outta a situation alive or get me out of jail. It was always wanting unrealistic demands from him. Then one day after another horrible night, my addiction ended me up in jail. I made a decision I didn’t want to live this way anymore. I knew I couldn’t stop using drugs on my own and began to turn my life over to GOD! Continue reading
Does the Holy Spirit motivate us? Talk to us? Cajole us? Quietly? With a loud voice? I think so. In fact, I know for certain. The third of the Trinity, the hardest to understand and hear, is very real to me.
I was in grade school when I heard and felt the call to a career in law enforcement. Continue reading
I grew up in a very strong christian home. Both of my parents were church leaders in a church they had started. I excepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior at young age because it was the “thing to do”. Through junior high and up until the summer after my junior year of high school I struggled with my faith. I went to church every Sunday and Wednesday night because it was the “thing to do”. That summer at a bible camp in small group I was ask the question “what do you believe” not what your parents believe or how you were raised but what do You believe. I could not answer the question. I felt a pain in my heart that I couldn’t describe. From that point on it was my mission to grow in my faith and learn “what I believe”. Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
I grew up in a faithful family where we attended Catholic Mass every weekend. I never really ever wanted to go but my parents always made me. After graduating from high school, I moved away from home and started my independent life which included no Mass on Sundays. Continue reading
I am 47 years old, married for 25 years and have 3 great children. Throughout my life I have had several come to Jesus moments were I have felt the presence through me and/or lead me in a certain direction. When I was in Junior High I attended Fellowship Of Christian Athletes, one weekend we stayed at a cabin and it was a great experience talking with the councilors one on one and learning about God . On the last night we reenacted the Lords Supper and had Communion all together as a group. I remember an overwhelming sense of Peace and Joy come through me and I knew we were not alone and God was there with us during this special moment.
Matthew 7:7″Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
This is a true story about how Jesus renewed my faith by going through a near-death experience. Now, I’ve always accepted Jesus in my life and felt that He loved me. My parents raised me to never doubt the teachings of Jesus and to always be faithful to Him. But unfortunately, every once in a while I fall into a rut. This was a big moment that changed my life forever. Continue reading
I’m a college student at NDSU and have been active in my faith life ever since the second semester of my freshman year, but that’s an entirely different story in itself. Since then, many miracles have happened in my life. I guess you could say I’ve had many Come to Jesus Moments, probably because I have made many mistakes and am waiting for the day when I learn to live as the Saints did, very righteously. Until then, I guess I’ll keep making my mistakes (hopefully fewer and fewer of them) and praying that God will show me something good that can come from them.