Attending Church has always been a part of my life. Thanks to my mother, Granny, and Pawpaw Law, I was taken all of my childhood. During the June revival of 1978, Brother F .L. Ray was our pastor and Brother Kenneth Massey was the helper. At age eight, during that revival, the Lord let me know that I was lost, and if I died, hell would be my home. I went to the altar a few times, then quit. It seemed that everyone had been saved but me. Then the Lord sent a sister to talk to me. I’m not sure of her exact words, all I remember is her laying her hand on mine, and I made a dash for the altar. I’m not sure how long I was there, all I know is that awful burden was gone, and I’ve never had that feeling again.
I didn’t tell it at church. The devil was that quick in making me doubt what had happened. I just got up and went over to the a-women corner to get a drink of water. I knew I felt different, but I was expecting salvation to be like a bolt of lighting, and instead, it just felt like a deep calming peace.
On the way to my Granny and Pawpaw’s house after church, I told my Mama that I thought I had been saved, and that is when I started feeling better. As I have gotten older, I realize that telling what the Lord had done for me that night down on my knees allowed me to experience the JOY of my salvation.
The Lord blessed me that night in June of 1978 far more than I can ever express by words on paper. He has continued to bless me in so many ways in every area of my life. I’m so thankful to have been taken to church that teaches and preaches about a heart-felt salvation. What greater gift could any parent give their children than to teach them about the Lord?
