Yes, I am a prodigal son. I knew the Lord yet decided to go my own way. I cried as I prayed with you and asked the Lord to receive me again. Right then, I could tell that He ran to me, fell upon my neck and said "Welcome home, son." Now I am on my way to living for God. Now I have God in my heart. Thank you, sir.

The boy is young and believes in God. That boy grows up and stops believing in God. The boy becomes a man and goes back to God. Now that man is lost again.

I cussed out Jesus over my addictions 2 1/2 years ago.

At this time, please just pray for me. Thank you.

I am a 28-year old student and a mother of three. In my Sociology class we had to write on what we've learned about Martin Luther King Jr.'s life. I wrote, "A determined person will not allow anything including their own morality to get in the way of their goals. If more people held this conviction, the world would be a better place." It was at this moment that I realized I had lost my faith. In all my life, I had never felt this way. It was the first time I had given up even the mere hope of redemption. Last night I went to a co-workers house and there you were on television. I looked up and the first thing out of my mouth was "Shut up!" But you kept on talking and I was moved to tears. I'm going back "home" to find my love, my conviction, and my faith in GOD. Thank You.