We used to sing a chorus in Sunday school that went like this: Oh, I’m traveling on the “hallelujah Line” On the good old Gospel Train, I am on the right track, And never will go back To the station of sin again!   The refrain went on to spell out what the Gospel is

I began to share my faith regularly shortly after I became a Christian during my third year in college. For about a year, whenever I got to the invitation, I would challenge people to ask Jesus into their hearts to be saved. Odd things began to happen. These things forced me back to the Scriptures

“That I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, if by any means, I may attain to the resurrection of the dead. Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on . . . I press on