Hello, My name is Tony Hall. Please permit me to tell you briefly about what God has done in my life. I want to give Him glory, to honor Him for the monumental change His love has brought to my life.
My parents were bikers. Cursing, drinking, leather wearing, smoking, gun toting, just don’t care… bikers. My dad was very Marlin Brando - ‘Leader of the Pack.’ I was raised with a cynical contempt for authority, and a general disregard for the law. Drinking, drugging, and grown men brawling were regular occurrences. I even experienced a full-on gunfight between my parents and former biker associates at the ripe old age of nine... Read More
– Raymond Anthony “Tony” Hall, Sunday, January 15, 2012
When I was eleven years old I became so angry and hateful. I hated everything my mom stood for and that was God. At sixteen I became a call girl; I just didn’t care anymore. Then I got married at nineteen and things went ok for a while. My husband died at age thirty-four, I was only thirty. Then I got on drugs and drinking until I almost killed myself with drugs. I asked God to help me and he gave me another chance. I got off the drugs but I was still drinking a lot. Then on August 25, 1983...
– Joanne Barnett, Sunday, June 17, 2012
Hello, my name is Glenna, I first just want to start off by saying I hope you will allow me to share my experience with God. I hope you may serve Him or allow Him in your heart. He’s an awesome God to serve. I remember as a kid growing up I would talk and pray for Him to help my parents. They were both on hard drugs my whole life. I would beg and cry out to God but... Read More
– Glenna Sonnier, Sunday, July 15, 2012
Hi, my name is Raymond Bell. Let me start by saying that all the glory and honor be to God for the changes God has made in me and my family’s life. Well, here is a small part of what God has done. I grew up in a family of drug addicts and drunks. By the time I was five years old I knew of just about every kind of drug that was on the street at the time. When I was nine my uncle gave me my first bag of weed. When I was eleven my Mom and Dad split up; at least I thought he was my real Dad...
– Raymond Bell, Sunday, June 24, 2012