Brooklyn is also known as the “city of churches.” You can see a church on almost every block where you walk. We have churches of every denomination, and non-denomination. Every child has had to have had at least one experience of a summer camp, or Sunday school even if their parents never entered a church. Children invite their friends, and wonderful memories are set in minds of playing Bible games and winning prizes. Hopefully these memories will come to mind as life unfolds and choices are made. My first encounter with Jesus was when I was eight years old, and bedridden with polio. My teacher had taught me to call on Jesus whenever I was afraid, or lonely, so this is what I did. Day after day, I had nothing to do since I couldn’t walk, so I spoke to Him all day, and at night when I was awake. I remember my mother being very afraid, and crying a lot. I used to tell her not to be afraid because Jesus was going to heal me. How did I know this? I don’t know. I can only imagine that it had to be Jesus giving me hope, and as the Bible says, “a sound mind.” I did not have fear, because I just knew that everything would be okay. And it was. God did heal me, and the doctors were astounded by it. This was the beginning of my walk with Jesus, and I will always be grateful to Him for allowing circumstances in my life to draw me close to Him.