Angela Robertson ~ Chatham, Ontario

My parents divorced when I was 7 years old. When I was 8, a friend from school invited me to a “Kids Bible Hour”. I had never heard the Bible stories about Daniel in the lion’s den, Joseph, David, or the Lord Jesus. For the first time, I heard that I needed to be saved to go to heaven.

            In the summer of 1990 a tent, for the preaching of the Gospel, was pitched in Alpena, Michigan and my mom and step-dad got saved. Afterwards, I remember thinking, “I know I need to be saved, but I’m going to do it just like mom: get married, have kids, and then get saved.”

            I had a miserable start to Junior High School. I was part of the popular crowd and did everything that everyone else was doing. But, I sank deeper under my burden of sin. I didn’t know what was bothering me at the time, but now I realize God was working, convicting me of my sin and my need for a Savior.

            The summer after 7th grade, there was another series of Gospel Tent meetings in Alpena. The problem was that I had worked hard to be popular at school. I knew that if I got saved, that would all end. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give that up. On the other hand, I was miserable. Something was missing.

            The first night of the tent meetings, I went home wanting salvation desperately but not knowing how to get it. The time away from friends during the summer was enough to make me realize the seriousness of my situation. I kept thinking, “Where will I spend eternity?”

            The next night I came ready to get saved. But again, I just couldn’t get it. I went home discouraged and feeling so alone. What was my problem? I had a loving mom and step-dad, a terrific brother and sister, I was doing well in school, and I had gained the popularity and friends I wanted. Yet, it wasn’t enough. I had never felt so empty, so alone.

            I went to bed thinking that I would never get saved.  As I tossed and turned, I kept thinking over and over again, “You need to get saved tonight, Angela. If you don’t, you never will.” But then I’d think, “Oh, don’t worry...it’s not a big deal.” After an hour or so of going back and forth in my mind, I got up and knelt by my bed. I reached for my Bible and somehow I got to John chapter 3 and verse 16. I had memorized the verse at the Kid’s Bible hour. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

            Suddenly, I realized for the first time that God gave His only Son, the Lord Jesus, for me. He took my punishment on the cross for my sins. Right then, I knew that I would not spend eternity in hell. I knew I would be in heaven forever. My burden was gone. I was free. That night, for the first time in over a year, I slept peacefully. That was July 15, 1991 at 11:45 pm. I was 11 years old.

            Where will YOU spend eternity?