My Testimony

I have believed in God all my life, but only attended church sporadically. There came a low point in my life when I knew I needed something, but I didn't know what it was. My mind was troubled; I was depressed. (My mother had just passed away, and I was very concerned about my father, who was ill, alone, and 2300 miles away.) One afternoon I laid down to rest but couldn't; I was tossing and turning.

I heard a small voice say, "Call Ann." I ignored it. It happened again, "Call Ann." I thought, "What does she know?" It happened one more time, so I called Ann, and asked if I could come visit her.

Ann was my neighbor who lived across the street. She and her husband, John, had been members of the United Pentecostal Church of Pittsburg for eight years. I thought they were "weird", but they were friendly. Through their kindness Ann and I became friends. She would witness to me and invite me to church, but I always had an excuse not to go.

This time was different. We had a heart-to-heart talk. She told me her testimony, witnessed to me, invited me to the next church service, and I accepted.

My first visit was a Wednesday night. All I remember was the singing, and a missionary report. There was no altar call. But the Lord knows our heart. The songs of worship and praise brought tears to my eyes, and a hunger for more of what I felt. At the next service there was an altar call. I went forward and poured my heart out to the Lord.

I was baptized in the name of Jesus on March 5, 1980, and God filled me with His wonderful Spirit on March 16, 1980. Jesus saves, keeps and satisfies!