I came to the Central Union Mission seeking something but not knowing what. I wasn’t interested in going to the service, but I went along with the other fellows and found the testimonies of others were interesting. For the first time I realized that others had their problems too. In one of the testimonies a man told of troubles like my own and how the Lord had so wonderfully blessed him since he had accepted Christ as his own personal Savior.
Soon after that I gave my life to the Lord, ,and He took away the taste for alcohol and gave me a testimony, and in place of my swearing He gave me a prayer. My mother’s prayers caught up with me here at the Mission, and I am no longer the wayward son, but a son saved by grace, praise God, through His Son, Jesus Christ.