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There comes a time when you need to stop the endless questioning and wondering and just believe. Throughout my life I had always known there was a God. I believe that we humans are designed with a default setting that acknowledges a Creator, we have to try to believe that there is no God. I was just never sure who God was. As a child, the only time I would go to church was when my Great-Grandmother came to visit. I would walk to church with her and when we visited her she would let me read her Bible.

I was married when I was 23 years old. When our daughter was two years old (I was 25 by then) I decided that we should start going to church. My wife knew of a little Baptist church the next town over that her sister attended. We went to that church. The first Sunday there I walked down the aisle to tell the Pastor that I wasn't sure I was going to Heaven, but that I wanted to know.

The assistant Pastor took me to his office and opened the Bible and showed me verses that I had never heard of before. He showed me Ro 3:23, that told me that everyone has sinned, no exceptions. He showed me Ro 6:23, which said that the wages of sin was death, but that we could have eternal life through the gift of Jesus Christ. He showed me John 3:36, which said that if you did not believe on the Son that God's wrath was abiding on you.

I bowed my head and acknowledged to God that I was indeed a sinner. I told Him that I believed what He said about Jesus Christ and I asked Him to forgive me because of what Jesus had done for ME. That was on November 29, 1992. That was the day that I became a Christian. My home in Heaven has been secure since that day.

I knew the Scriptures were the Word of God, not by extensive research and comparison, but by how the words spoke to my soul.

Just for fun, what if you were living in Iraq and your wife took you to a little mosque the next town over that her sister attended?