As a young girl, I once saw an old black- and-white Cecil B.
DeMille film on the life of Jesus, titled King of Kings.
The film was very moving, and when I watched the crucifixion scene, I began to weep.
I realized Jesus had died for me and that my sin had nailed him to the cross.
I knelt down beside my bed and confessed my sin to God and told him I was sorry.
I thanked Jesus for dying for my sin and asked God to forgive me.
I told him I believed Jesus had risen from the d.