My Fortieth Spiritual Birthday

On February 19th, 1973, I woke up thinking, “Why am I fighting it? If Jesus died for me, then I should just accept that.”

I got down on my knees by my bed and thanked Him for dying for my sins. I stood up, pulled my Bible out of the suitcase on the top shelf of my closet, and opened it to this passage where Jesus spoke directly to me: Continue reading “My Fortieth Spiritual Birthday”