Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 322 C r y s t a l L . R a t c l i f f Personal Salvation I was raised in a Christian home. My parents took us to church every Sunday when I was little. I heard the salvation plan many times over the years. I even remember going forward one Sunday as a young child and talking to the pastor’s wife. She showed me the salvation plan. I even remember the orange highlighted verses! However, as I grew older and my parents became even more involved in our church—we were now attending every time the doors were open—I began to have doubts about that salvation experience. I didn’t remember any personal conviction. I did remember that I had followed my older brother down the aisle. I prayed. I consulted my youth pastor’s wife. You see, I was a very “good” girl. I was obedient to my parents. I didn’t smoke, drink, nor get involved with the wrong crowd. Everyone thought I was saved! So for a while I bought into the lie that perhaps Satan was making me doubt my salvation to keep me from serving the Lord. I am sad to say that this battle went on for several years. I was just too prideful to admit I wasn’t saved. In many ways, I was relying on my service to get me to heaven. I was raised in church. I went to church every time the doors were open. I was active in my youth group. I was a “good” kid. Do you see how much emphasis was on “I”? Those years were miserable! I tried to do everything I was supposed to—read my Bible daily and pray, etc.—and I failed over and over again. There was no power in my life. I had not yet accepted Christ and could not possibly have victory over my sin. God did not give up on me. Praise the Lord! He kept convicting me. And finally, the summer before my senior year of high school, I settled it. I sat in a youth camp service and listened as the preacher preached about hell, and I knew without a doubt that I was headed