It can Happen to you
A long, long time ago (as I tell my grandchildren) on a Tuesday afternoon in the year of 1956, I was playing outside with my cousin Steve on a fine spring afternoon. My grandmother called to the house (telephone 3617-W) and told mom she wanted me to go to church with them that night to revival services. I’ll tell you right now, I did not want to go; but in those days a lot of what a young boy wanted did not matter.
All these years later I do not remember who was preaching much less what was said. I do remember, with vivid clarity, me sitting on the left of the sanctuary about three pews back. I remember, like it was yesterday, the feeling I had when I gave my life to Christ. I wasn’t a bad kid, just a rambunctious little boy, but I knew, yes I knew, there was something missing and that night, I found it.
God can give your life meaning...actually only He can give true meaning, real peace, and unspeakable joy.