I grew up in a Christian home on the island of Trinidad and Tobago. Both of my parents became Christians a short while before I was born. I was taken to a Bible-preaching church every Sunday, and I was required to pray before going to bed.
My parents would read the Bible to me, but I remember being quite indifferent to these things early on in my life. I didn’t see the value of going to church and hearing God’s Word.
I got quite upset at times because I felt I was so different from my school friends who didn’t have to go to church on Sundays. I thought my parents were too strict and boring. These feelings of indifference to spiritual things carried on into my teenage years.
Then one day, quite randomly, my dad asked me an important question. I was about 17 years old at the time. My father asked me what I thought would happen to me if I were to die that night. This question stopped me in my tracks.
Deep down I did believe that there was a God and that there were such things as heaven and hell. Perhaps I hadn’t paid much attention to questions such as these because I thought I was young and didn’t have to.
