When I was a Freshman in college, I met a young lady who believed that God was for people who needed something to hold on to in order to get through their pitiful lives. We were friends but separated for a few years until I attended some classes on another campus where I ran into her again. The person I left was not the new person I found, this young lady was now overflowing with God's Love.

My Mother became a Christian just after I was born so some would say I was raised in the Church. The truth is that for many years Church was only the 2 hours a week I wouldn't curse in public. Until my late teens my faith was mainly based on fear and respect for a Creator. I was a skeptic and in my heart I would asked the question, "does God answer prayer?".