Mom and my teen class Sunday School teacher spent
many hours in prayer for this one selfish, sinful boy. I was sixteen, seventeen,
eighteen..... but was only a boy. I was severely running from
God. I knew that God was wanting my servanthood, but I wanted to be my
own man. I didn't want to answer to anyone.
When I was only a child of seven and eight years
old, I had all the neighborhood kids on our back porch on Sundays, and
I was telling them about Jesus. I would tell them what I learned in Church
But I later ran, and ran, and ran,,,,
from God. From the one who could give me something to live for.
When I turned 19, I had been running for about
five years. Running hard. Defying any form of authority over me. But again,
I had two little grey haired ladies praying for me. Mom and my Sunday School
Teacher from my early teens.
I would occasionally go to church.....
just for my mother. It certainly wasn't for me, or so I thought.
I recall sitting in that SS Teacher's class when
I was eighteen. I was in the corner, and as many teens would do, I leaned
back into that corner. I suppose that it was a self-imposed safety measure.
No one could slip in behind me and lay hands on me and pray for me.
But God isn't limited by walls.
As I sat there, I do remember what she was teaching
on Ephesians 4:11. "And he gave some, apostles; and some prophets;
and some evangelists; and some pastors and teachers." Well, to my surprise,
when she said, "...pastors and teachers..." I felt this hand place on the
crown of my head. I was in the corner and God laid his hand on me.
Again I ran, and I ran hard. I had just turned
19, and I figured it was time to leave home. I thought I didn't need family.
I could live alright on my own.
I began to search out all I could find on "witchcraft,"
"satanism,"..... anything that I could find on the occult.
I was turning to Babylon.
I was interested in the mystical powers. I wanted
that kind of power. But God was so gracious and merciful. He would
keep my access to these things at a minimum......
and I thank God for that. Why He even kept me from what everyone was into
at the time. DRUGS! He wouldn't allow me to do them. Actually,
I though the junkies were strange. They acted and talked funny and I was
to sophisticated for that, so I thought.
Then in 1972, I found myself sitting in a church
in Hagerstown, Maryland. I have no idea what Pastor AJ Barrett was preaching
about. But something was happening inside me. Then an alter call
was given, and the next thing I knew was I was at the left end of that
alter,,,, weeping before God.
I gave my all to Him that Sunday night at about
9:15 pm on December 3, 1972. Though I don't remember what the message was
baout, I will never forget that date.
I though I was a man, and I men were not supposed
to weep, but there I was. And as I look back on that night, I realize
that God was taking the child out of me, and replacing it with a man. God
was making a man out of me. It takes a man to admit his sin. It take a
man to turn away from his desires, and give in to God's will. It takes
a man to weep tears of repentance.
I have found that I now have far more power than
I had ever imagined. More than any scrawney, little dirtball imp
of a devil.
Though I knew God was wanting me to preach and
teach (I consider myself a teacher with anointing rather than preacher),
I finally gave in totally to God's direction, and began really studying
the Word. I began teaching in the Sunday School. Then after five
years, I went into the ministry.
I began in the ministry in 1985 and served
for five years as a Youth Pastor in two churches in Maryland. I then
moved to Arkansas in 1991 and there served in several churches.
In one I served as youth pastor and then as
Associate Pastor after joining the fellowship of the Fundamental
Pentecostal Assembly as a licensed minister.
While in my five year pastorate I recieved my
Ordination with the FPA. Also while there, I helped found Chosen Pathway
Ministries, a ministerial fellowship.
When I got saved, I would never have believed that
all this would have come to me, but God indeed does work in mysterious ways.
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