The older I get, the more I realize there are folks who have invested in my life whom I know I could never repay.
When my new best friend, Pan (don't dare call her "Pam") invited me to church where her daddy was the preacher, I went. As far as I remember, the first time I heard him share the Gospel, I committed my life to Christ. It didn't matter that I was only nine and didn't fully understand. I knew I needed forgiveness, and Brother Jackson told me where to find it.