But my testimony is the opposite of that. As a young man, I had the opportunity to study at some of the great universities in the United States. While a student at Louisiana State University, I met Jesus. I've been arrested three times since then - all, of course, for preaching the gospel.

I was arrested in 1974 in a place at that time called Leningrad. Fred Starkweather and I had gone to this former Soviet city to share our faith in Christ. The first place that we went upon arrival was to the university. We saw a student sitting by himself, and we began to tell him about Jesus.

He told us something very interesting, "All my life I have been taught that there is no God. My parents taught me there is no God. My school and government taught me there is no God. I've never believed there was a God until two weeks ago. I was looking into the heavens and I thought to myself, 'there must be a God. There's too much order in the universe.' I said, 'Oh God, if You exist, would you reveal yourself to me?' I believe that God answered my prayer by sending you here to tell me about Jesus."

Not only did that young man give his heart to Christ, but he wanted us to tell his friends about Jesus. For the next thirty minutes we shared the gospel with scores of university students. Then six plainclothes police came to us, and we were arrested.

We were interrogated for eight and a half hours and placed under house arrest. Three days later two men came to our room took us and placed us on a train. The farther that train traveled from Leningrad, the harder the snow fell. I thought that we were headed for Siberia.

That night, I did some deep soul searching. I asked myself if it was worth it to tell that one student about Christ, especially if I end up in a Siberian prison? Deep within my own heart came a response to my own question, "Yes, it was worth it. Christ suffered and died for the sins of the whole world including that one university student." It was worth anything to see one man come to Christ and escape an eternal hell.

Our train didn't go to Siberia. We ended up the next day in Helsinki, Finland. I was reunited with my family one day later, and one young man came to Christ. He'll spend eternity in heaven. I learned a great lesson that day. The sufferings of this life can't be compared to the joy of seeing one person come to Christ.