I grew up in a religious home where I lived with my parents. I never went to the church when I was very young. Later, when my mother received Christ as her Savior, and I had grown some, she took upon herself the big task of trying to make me go to church. I was a rebellious boy, but the children in the Sunday School, and the teachers, stimulated my attention with a card. I had attended church four years, and then when I was adolescent, I went to church and the Lord did the work of convincing me to follow him. One night when I was attending a service, the pastor made the invitation. At that moment I received Christ in my heart and now I am such a happy man.