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My family wasn’t a Christian one. Throughout my life I had different people come and talk to me about Jesus, but I never accepted Him through them. As I grew up, though, I felt God speak to me, reach out to me, in my dreams. My mom died when I was young, and worry became a...
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My little brother, sisters and I were born into a Catholic family, but we were never set on one path. We attended a Jehovah’s Witness school, always teaching me one set of truths, and on Sunday, the Catholic Church would teach us a different set. When I was only seven, our father died, and one of...
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I grew up in a family with my parents and two brothers. My mom was a Christian, but not my dad. In children’s church I always learned to follow Jesus and I wanted to. My dad eventually became a Christian also, and I ended up at Discipleship Church. I was baptized there, and I’ve been there...
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“I grew up in Grand Riviere du Nord, where my father was a boko, a witchdoctor. As with many witchdoctors, he had many wives, thirteen.  So, I was one of 64 children of my father.  We had four moms that lived in the main house with me and my brothers and sisters, and the rest of the wives lived outside...
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It’s still hard to talk about my childhood. I was born into a Christian family, one of four children, but I was still very young when my mom died. We never knew our father, and I ended up living with my aunt. Each part of my mother’s family took one of us. Our whole growing up...
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