I was born in Dallas, raised in Ft. Worth and went to school in Arlington,TX. When I was 10 years old, one night after dinner, my parents came to me and asked me if I would like to receive the Lord. I said “Yes,” so my dad prayed with me a very simple but sweet “repeat-after-me” prayer of redemption. I think this was the first time that I realized that I was a sinner. What I remember most about this prayer was being very touched that the Lord Jesus Christ had actually died on the cross for my sins. This really impressed me. Although I didn’t realize it, I began crying. I don’t think I noticed until my mother asked me why I was crying. I couldn’t answer her because I did not know. My father answered her for me. He said, “It’s because the Lord is touching her.”

It was during my college years that I really began to enjoy meeting with the believers in the local church. I had been raised in the church in Ft. Worth, but I guess I took it somewhat for granted because I didn’t know how real it was to me. I can’t say that it didn’t mean anything to me, because it did. I just don’t know how much of it I realized. My relationship with the Lord was not that personal to me. I had experienced Him as my Redeemer and Savior, but I don’t know how much further it went than that.

When I began meeting with the church in Arlington, my view of the Body of Christ expanded and enlarged. I began to be more active in the church in more practical ways. I preached the gospel a few times on my college campus and sometimes I would have appointments with other believers on campus who were interested in Bible-studies. I would meet with them through a Christian organization at my school called Christians on Campus.

Also, I began to participate in meetings in the homes of other brothers and sisters from the church in Arlington. These meetings were always very sweet and I will never forget some of them. There is just something special about eating a meal in someone’s home. Whenever we would come together, it would be for different reasons. Sometimes it was to eat a meal and share our experiences of Christ and His work in our lives, and sometimes it was to sing together. Other times it would be to study the truth in the Word. Sometimes it was just mainly to pray. Whatever we did, it was wonderful! They were and truly are my family.

B.H.

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