I often think about the events that led up to the day I surrendered my life to Christ.  It was three days of weeping and sorrow.  I cannot remember a day in my life that I had ever been remorseful and ashamed of my sins before.  These three days changed my life, my soul and my relationship with God forever.

In years prior, I had been very reluctant about going to church.  The day came when I finally decided to give this church thing another chance.  The many times I attended church before, it did not mean anything to me.  Sunday morning services were just a mere event, a place that you go to sing songs that praise God, sit quietly in pews to listen to message from the pastor, and walk around the church to place money in a collection plate.  I witnessed people sleeping during church and bodies…