I grew up in a small town in Kansas called Kingman.  I went to church every Sunday, youth group on Sunday nights, and pretended to be a pretty good Christian.  What I didn't realize was that going to church on Sunday didn't make me a Christian anymore than standing in a garage would make me a car.  I didn't live out any of what I was hearing in church, and eventually my life went astray.  After high school, I made some poor decisions and ended up dropping out of college.  A good friend of mine was going to Bible college in southeastern Kansas and invited me down to check things out.  I liked what I saw, and made plans to attend the following fall.  Once I arrived, I realized there was a lot that I had never heard in church growing up, like what it meant to be saved and live a Christian life.  I saw the need that I had for Jesus in my life, and accepted him as my Lord and Savior.  However, I was not ready for the changes that were about to take place in my life.  I was met with a spiritual warfare the likes that I had never imagined or heard of, and as a result, I sank into a deep depression.  As a result of the depression I was dealing with, I ended up leaving school and going home to deal with it.  The Lord delivered me from depression, but that's another story for another time.  A year after I left Bible college, I felt that the Lord was calling me to return and begin with a fresh start.  I accepted the call, and my life hasn't been the same since.  It was at this school that I met my future wife and ended up graduating 2 years later.  I haven't always gotten things right or done what I should since the Lord got ahold of me, but I have always strived to be like King David, who God described as a man after His own heart.  I am and always be thankful that God chose to send His Son to die on a cross for us that we might be able to live with Him someday.