Great Commission Churches

I grew up in a picture-perfect, religious household. I was the problem child. At one point, I became very depressed and I didn't want to live anymore.

The one thing that kept me going was my grandmother. Then one night she fell and broke her hip. She went to the hospital and became very ill. My grandmother - my only reason for living - was going to die. I couldn't live with myself and everything began to fall apart. I took a bunch of pills and tried to end my life. I ended up in the hospital, and my grandmother soon passed away. I was very angry at the world and with myself. The morning after we buried her, I entered a rehabilitation clinic.

I came home from that clinic knowing that God was real and that I loved Him. The problem was, I still didn't know how to do that - I only knew what I had been taught all of my life. No matter how many times I went to church or read the Bible or tried to clean myself up, I always ended up back in the same spot. Until a Christian friend invited me to The Rock.

I wasn't comfortable at The Rock at first. It went against almost everything I had been taught to think a church should be. In fact, a casual environment, coffee, and rock music were all things I was taught were the opposite of what God would call a church! There was a lot of talk about grace and about how you don't need to work to receive God's love and acceptance. I learned that I don't have to prove myself to God or earn my way to heaven! My life has changed. I am a new person, and God has blessed me since I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.