I remember the day the Gospel took hold of my life like it was yesterday.
I was 12 and it was the last night of church camp.
The pastor portrayed the crucifixion of Christ.
It was so powerful that in that moment I knew I needed Jesus.
Sitting in that auditorium, I believed with all my heart that Jesus died and rose again for me.
And I received Him.
I later found out that at that very moment, the angels in heaven rejoiced because I a sinner had repented and turned to Jesus.
God made me alive in Christ and the angels took notice.
Do you remember the day you believed? On that day the angels were rejoicing over you.
