The Lord saved me at the age of 15 as a result of the infamous 9/11 attacks. I had been attending the St. Amant Baptist Church in St. Amant, Louisiana, as a bus kid since I was five years old. I remember being talked to about salvation often as a child, but I don’t think I really understood it. When I became a teenager, my understanding of the Gospel changed. I knew that I was a sinner and that I must trust Jesus alone for salvation; however, my pride, rebellion, and self-reliance made me confident that my sinful lifestyle was okay the way it was without becoming one of “the church people.” Yet, when I heard that the Twin Towers had fallen to terrorists, I didn’t feel so invincible after all. As a result of that tragic day, I neither slept nor ate well because of the deep fear in my heart that I might go to Hell. God definitely had my attention. I thought, What if I had died in one of those crashes? On the next church service that came around, I fell under the conviction of the Holy Spirit for my sin and asked Jesus to be my personal Saviour. He has forever changed my life.
I was privileged and blessed to be reared in a loving Christian home. My parents made sure from the time I was a baby that I was at church three times a week. My kindergarten Sunday school teacher asked me in class if I knew for sure when I died if I would go to Heaven. I told her, “Yes, I would go to Heaven,” and I honestly thought I would because my parents took me to church three times a week and made me behave. She told me I would not go to Heaven, because being good does not save you. I realized I was a sinner and could not go to Heaven on my own. That day after class, I bowed my head and asked Jesus to come into my heart.