Seeds are Planted and grow before you know it! I was raised in good home but not necessarily a “Christian Home” with 2 brothers. My parents took us to a small rural church when we were small but we eventually stopped going for some reason or another. I barely remember going. My twin moved out of the home while in Grade 11 and I remember that evening very well, he couldn’t live by my parent’s rules and some harsh words were said, some pushing and shoving took place and it was the last time I was to see him for a long time. My older brother was off to college and I was the only one still left at home. I felt like I was an only child for a while and my friend at the corner of the road felt like my brother. He went to church and I did not. He invited me to a “Youth Group” for a New Year’s Eve party. I didn’t know what a “Youth Group” was but it sounded like fun and was something to do. I continued to attend this small group where there were some good looking girls attending and I was defiantly interested in that. The singing and the bible studies didn’t mean anything to me at the time, it was a social thing! Little did I know some seeds were being planted. I was dating a girl that I met in High School that I was now bringing to the group but I was still living a life of sin. I was in my second year of college, my parents had moved over-seas and I was living on my own in my parent’s home. It was exam time and I was looking forward to finishing them and enjoying the Christmas Holidays. It was at that time I came home and found my “Dear John Letter” where my girlfriend was ending our relationship. It was a tough time, driving to school to complete the semester was very difficult, I felt the despair, the pressure of Exams and the loneliness of losing my girlfriend and being alone for the Holidays. It’s obvious to me now that God was watching me as there were times when my car should have been run into a post or tree with me in it. That “Youth Group” I attended only a year ago was meeting less frequently now and I hadn’t gone for sometime. Yet for some reason we met at the church that night. It was an odd feeling, I hadn’t been there for quite a while but yet for the first time ever I felt comfortable with the group. The small group of people stopped what they were doing and listened to me and even prayed for me. One of the guys from the group took me to Calvary Pentecostal that Sunday, it was the first time I was in a Sunday Service since I was a child. The service was inspirational yet intimidating, I shared this with my friend who in turn suggested I attend Forward Baptist Church where a couple of others were attending from the old group. It was at Forward Baptist that I made my home and started attending regularly despite my living accommodations in Toronto. I attended the College & Career Group where I accepted Jesus as my Lord & Savior. A few months later I was Baptized and have been walking with the Lord ever since. I later got married to a dashing young woman I met at Forward Baptist. We both lived in Toronto for a few years, coming to Forward almost every weekend before attending People’s Church in Toronto. We then purchased a home in back in Cambridge and King Street Baptist became our new home.