I was born again June 1998 at the great age of 49. My new life has been granted God’s amazing Grace every day since. God had his fingerprints all over me long before I knelt in contrition, but like the blind man, like the lame man, like the leper, and like the dead man I could not save myself. More like I coulda woulda not save myself. Its a gift you have to ask for, and its always given when you ask.
Had it not been for the cross of Calvary, I would forever be lost.