My son is the one who brought about my salvation. When he was around 17 years old, he started asking me about God and my beliefs. I told him that I believed in God but I didn’t know too much about Him. My son already knew the story about his own birth so he knew that I felt God intervened. You see although I believed in God, I had a hard time with churches and Christians. I had some bad experiences and being a single parent I felt out of place. I hated judgmental, hypocritical people, a...

This morning at church something very unusual happened to me. Before I begin though, if you haven't read about the purpose of my blog, then I should tell you that I just recently became a full blown Christian and one purpose of this blog is to document my spiritual journey. Prior to my new faith in God, I was probably Agnostic...maybe he exists or maybe he doesn't...I had no idea. Some days I would see something terrible in the news and think that there is no way God could exist and allow th...

Before I proceed, I should tell you that this is not a story about abortion rights. It’s not a story of morality of two cultures and how one culture takes advantage over another. We can discuss that in another article. This story is about a personal experience, a personal morality issue, and the responsibility that I bear. This is a story about overcoming mistakes that, at the time, seemed like mountains. Mistakes that I thought I would never get over. Mistakes that got so blown out of por...