My Story

Although I had prayed to receive Christ as a young boy, as a teenager, and into my early twenties, I was far from God and wanted to live life my way. The price I paid was a deep emptiness that finally became a hole in my soul. Nothing would take it away.At the time, we were living in Jefferson, Iowa. On a Sunday evening in February 1971, Kathy and I were sitting in bed, holding hands and praying t...