I'd always tried to be honest, but in a moment of weakness I got involved in something that promised lots of money but was illegal, and now I'm in prison. Sometimes I think it would be better if I just ended my life. Is there any hope for me?
I know we're supposed to pray for others, and I do, but how do I know God hears my prayers? Maybe things would have turned out the way they did, even if I hadn't prayed.
I hope you won't take this in the wrong way, but to be honest, heaven sounds kind of dull to me. I mean, if all we're going to do is sit around on a cloud strumming harps, well, I'll be bored before the end of my first day there. Am I misunderstanding something?
Maybe this is kind of a weird question, but if there is intelligent life on other planets (as some scientists think), should we try to send missionaries someday to tell them about Jesus?
My sister and I always had kind of a rocky relationship, but now she's gone and I feel terrible because I didn't visit her or try to patch things up, although I knew she was dying. I wish I could tell her how I feel, but it's too late now. Will God forgive me, even if she can't?
I'd like to become a follower of Jesus (like some of my friends), but I'm afraid I'd just end up being a failure because I know how weak I am. Nobody likes a hypocrite, but I'm afraid I'd end up being one. Can you understand my fear?
Did people in the Old Testament believe in life after death and in heaven? I heard someone say once that they didn't, but I wonder if that's true.
How do I know if it's God who's speaking to me and telling me to do something, or if I've just imagined it or it's just something I want to do? I want to make right decisions, but sometimes I don't choose the right way.
My friend wants me to start going to her church, but how can I know if it's a good church? I know I need to get stronger in my faith, but I don't want to get sucked into a cult.
My family doesn't believe in God and is very opposed to religion. Well, last month I met some Christians at my school and I ended up giving my life to Jesus. I'm afraid to tell my parents because I know they'll be upset. What should I do?
I have a real problem telling little lies, even when it would be better to tell the truth. Why do I do this? I've tried to stop, but then I catch myself doing it again. God must get very upset at me because I know this is wrong.
How can two people from the same family be so different? My sister never worries about anything, while I'm the proverbial worrywart. I wish I could stop being like this, but I can't.
