On a cold November evening in 1960, I had walked approximately 1 mile in 30 degree temperature to check out what the weekly movie schedule looked like.
There was a rescue mission, an old converted beer bar, about 6 doors downs from the movie.
As I approached, I could hear singing from the mission. It was a song that my Dad had sang many times. It stirred my inwards that night and I stood outside looking into the dimly lighted building.
About that time, the singing ceased and the "pastor" begin praying.
Th wind had picked up and I was cold. I quietly opened the door and took a seat just inside.
After the pastor's prayer, he asked my name and invited me to join the rest of the congregation, approximately 15-18 persons.
I remember everyone was praying over me, and I remembered the most calm feeling I ever had.
These were "strange people" to me, but I felt they all liked me very much.
I remember kneeling at the "alter", I remember crying until I was so weak my legs weren't holding me.
In an instant, I knew I had been "touched by God's Son". I knew by the changes in my life over the next few weeks. Jesus had been there that night.
As time went on, HIS Spirit led my entire life.
Now, at age 84, I still cherish those few moments at the rescue mission.
I love the Lord Jesus with all my heart, but have not really been an"on fire follower."
I pray that all who reads this will pray for me and most of all:
I pray that each of you will have that one special moment in you life where you can be certain you were spiritually and physically touched by our Lord and Savior.
Thank you Jesus for forgiving me my sins and providing such a long, wonderful life with you.
God bless all who read this and God bless America,
There was a rescue mission, an old converted beer bar, about 6 doors downs from the movie.
As I approached, I could hear singing from the mission. It was a song that my Dad had sang many times. It stirred my inwards that night and I stood outside looking into the dimly lighted building.
About that time, the singing ceased and the "pastor" begin praying.
Th wind had picked up and I was cold. I quietly opened the door and took a seat just inside.
After the pastor's prayer, he asked my name and invited me to join the rest of the congregation, approximately 15-18 persons.
I remember everyone was praying over me, and I remembered the most calm feeling I ever had.
These were "strange people" to me, but I felt they all liked me very much.
I remember kneeling at the "alter", I remember crying until I was so weak my legs weren't holding me.
In an instant, I knew I had been "touched by God's Son". I knew by the changes in my life over the next few weeks. Jesus had been there that night.
As time went on, HIS Spirit led my entire life.
Now, at age 84, I still cherish those few moments at the rescue mission.
I love the Lord Jesus with all my heart, but have not really been an"on fire follower."
I pray that all who reads this will pray for me and most of all:
I pray that each of you will have that one special moment in you life where you can be certain you were spiritually and physically touched by our Lord and Savior.
Thank you Jesus for forgiving me my sins and providing such a long, wonderful life with you.
God bless all who read this and God bless America,
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