Growing up in a Christian home always seemed easy for me. I accepted Christ into my heart at the age of 8. Like most kids at that age, I thought that if you went to church it was a sure ticket to heaven. One morning at Sunday School, my teacher encourage us to accept Christ into our heart. A week later I asked my mom what that meant. She explained to me and prayed with me that night to let Christ come into my heart. It was then that I understood what it was to be a born again Christian. I felt so different at that moment; and 40 years later it is still the best decision I ever made.