According to my parents, I was saved at the age of 3. I said the words. I did the deed. But really . . . 3? I loved going to church. Participating in all things church, I didn’t know what was outside of church. My life was great. Who wouldn’t want to be a Christian like everyone else? I am not saying I wasn’t saved but I don’t believe that I knew what I was doing. I believe the turning point in my life was at the age of 12. It was almost as if I realized my independence. I had been sponsored to go to a youth camp that was centered on serving in Engeltal Valley in Arkansas. ETH held a youth camp attended by 12 youth. We mowed the grounds, cooked the food, cleaned the facilities, and worshiped the Lord. At an evening service, the minister said there were 3 people in the room that needed to ask the Lord in their heart. I knew everyone there and they were saved. They were part of the Team. Who goes to a Christian work camp if they are not there to serve God? Two immediately went up to ask ...