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I considered myself nothing as a child.I was fat and considered myself ugly.I was not very well accepted in school because I was so shy.I had very few friends and some of the ones I had I did not trust as true friends but thought they were making fun of me.I was a troubled child.My father was an atheist and my mother went to church.There were many arguments at home and sometimes I just wanted to RUN.I went to psyciatrists and psychologists for years and was on prescription nerve medicine that I sometimes abused.My father's family rejected me and it was easy for me to see.I would do things just to get attention including trying to run away from home once.I tried to be closer to my father and began to feel that I was succeeding until my father died about two months before I reached my fifteenth birthday.This devastated me.I almost had a nervous breakdown.I thought my father must have been right--surely there was no God or He would have seen that I needed my daddy.I began to lean toward atheism.I refused to read the Bible in school and seldom even touched it at home.But every once in a while,the thought came to me "what if it is true?What if there really is a God,a Hell,and a Heaven?" But I would reason in my mind that in that case I would have plenty of time later on to do something about it.But in February of 1968,I was thinking like this and something happened.I attended the FUNERAL of someone younger than me.I couldn't shake the feeling this time.I thought about hell.I had already started going to church and even pretended to be a Christian,but my heart really had not changed.Now I knew I HAD to do something.I couldn't sleep.My appetite left me.But I started remembering back to my daddy and what he believed.I still couldn't shake what I was feeling.I didn't know whether my mother was a Christian or not.I knew my brother was not.I didn't know where to turn.I heard a preacher on radio announce a revival at his church(I had written to him and really told what I was and asked him to pray for me.)and I was determined to go whatever it took.By car,bus,and taxi,I managed to get to the church about 20 miles from my home 5 hours early on Feb 20,1968.That night,I went to the altar and really poured out my heart,letting God know how bad I needed Him and wanted Him.God GLORIOUSLY delivered me that night and today more than 32 years later,I am still serving the Lord and have been preaching the Gospel for about 20 years. Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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