This photo not only gives the story of how God saved my soul, but is an example of how my photography is used. The yellow text sign on the tract in its day could be found at the end of Harvest Lane where my Grandparents farmed. The farm is still worked and owned by my family. My Grandfather was always preaching the gospel and this sign was one of the things God used to speak to me as a young boy. I could not figure it out. My Grandparents were the most godly people I knew, does that mean Christ did not die for them? Just like them and their personal stories they came to realize in a moment of time that they were the ungodly…….I am the ungodly! My sin was taking me into eternal separation from God by death and to hell. I believed what God said about me and my sins in the Bible. And as this story is told in this tract, there was that moment as a boy of 12 on the 10th of June that God revealed to me: Christ died for me! No religion, not baptized by man or a ceremony of man, nothing to figure out, no works or merit of mine, Only by Gods' Grace toward me in His Love, Jesus Christ, who knew no sin was made sin for me. He bore the wrath of my sins against God, forever. In faith, I will thank Him and praise Him eternally.
