When I was seven years old, my mother took me to a movie called "Greatest Story Ever Told". My mom held my hand as I asked her many questions, about things not too important. She would bring out her bible storybooks with pictures and would read them with great presentation. As a child I felt his pain as he bled from the thorns jammed into his head and as they whipped him while he carried the burden of the cross. He seemed at times to look directly at me from the movie screen.

s filled with sorrow penetrated my emotions and tears gently dripped down my face. That night I never said a sinner's prayer, but something changed inside me, something I could not truly understand. Today I know I was born again.