Some people think that when this life is over they are just going to be placed in a grave and that is the end of their journey. No way! I'm going to keep going, right? What do you think?
Let's talk about it!
At age ten, I was smoking, by twelve years old, I was drinking, and I was a mean, violent person!
Built to last yet crumbling away!
I thought profanity was cool!
I was living my life the way I wanted, and hurting those around me. But then God showed
me how He wanted me to let Him live His life through me."
I was considered a good boy, doing all the right things.