I remember my birthday because its the day after the 4th of July. Everyone was vacationing, broke, or hung over. My birthday seemed to be always forgotten. My Christian birth on the other hand was awesome. I walked into a church on a Friday night. I don't know why I thought there was someone at the church. Sure enough, a man opened the door. They were putting up decorations for Christmas. It was nice that the Lord knocked at the door of my heart in December. A woman who had just gotten out of the hospital a few hours earlier for having a hard time breathing, later said the Lord told her He needed her to go to church. She didn't want to, but obeyed the Lord. I felt out of place there. I mean, it wasn't Sunday & no one else was around. I asked her what time church started. It opened the door to talk about everything. Two hours later on my knees, I gave my life to the Lord. It is the best choice I made for life, for eternity.
at 3:29 AM on Sep. 2, 2010