Within a few months of my birth, I was baptized in a Presbyterian church.
As a child, I regularly attended Sunday school.
During my teens, I was confirmed and received communion in a Lutheran church.
Preparing for confirmation, I memorized, recited, and believed the Apostles' Creed:
I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth: And in Jesus Christ his only Son, our Lord; who was conceived by the Holy Ghost, born of the virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead, and buried; he descended into hell; the third day he rose again from the dead; he ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty; from thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy Christian church; the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins; the resurrection of the body; and the life everlasting. Amen.
Everyone who knew me would agree that I was a "nice" girl.
But, according to the Bible, …
I WAS NOT SAVED!
Had I died before 1974, I would be in hell right now--suffering constant torment. Fortunately, by reading a book that I bought in a Christian bookstore, I learned what to do, so, on June 3, 1974:
I knelt down, bowed my head,
and silently prayed
(something like this):
"Jesus,
come into my heart and save me
so I can go to heaven when I die."
Immediately, I knew that God had answered my prayer. Peace flooded my soul, and I was sure that I was saved--that my name had been written in the "Lamb's book of life."