Beginnings..

When I was 8, my church was hosting a Power Team crusade for the week. The Power Team is a group of men who share the message of Christ using their feats of strength to draw people to the events. I had attended every night and halfway through the week I realized that these guys, being the strongest and biggest guys I had ever seen, could do nothing by their own strength against the powers of Hell to avoid suffering forever. They were breaking bricks and blocks of ice, tearing apart license plates and phone books, and bursting hot water bags, but were utterly defenseless to Satan’s grasp. Then they told us the one thing that was saving them; the one saving grace - something that we are given that we don't deserve - that keeps them from experience eternal Hell. That thing is the death of a perfect man on the cross paying the price for our sin. His death serves as a sacrifice for my sin and a once-and-for-all substitution for all mankind. Nothing can take me away from Him and I'm forgiven for my sins. I gave my life over to Christ that week and was baptized shortly after.