Published September 2, 2014

Paul's Epistle...
"You Remember The Day (Part 1)"

Thank you to all of you who responded to my testimony column last week by sharing your memories regarding your own conversion experience. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading through these. I think you will enjoy them, too. Here are a few:

"I remember mine clearly. March, 1965. Don't remember the exact date but I knew that it was a Wednesday night. It was an open-air revival meeting in one of our city's parks. The only thing I remember the evangelist saying was, ‘If you were to die today, where will your soul be tomorrow?' Although I was convicted I did not make a move; however, when I got home I couldn't go to sleep. About 2 o'clock in the morning I got on my knees and prayed. I went to sleep immediately. I work up the next morning and I knew something was different. The trees looked greener, the sky looked bluer, and I wanted to tell someone [all about] it. Since that day I have been enjoying God's presence in my life." – Juanita S.

"I do know it was a Sunday night special service at a little tabernacle in the north end of Toronto, Ontario. I believe I was 15. What I do remember is the preacher and the sermon. ... His sermon was on the rich young ruler, where Jesus said to him, ‘one thing thou lackest.' Over and over he used that statement in his message. I had been in church most of my life – Sunday School, VBS and so on, but never made Him mine. The conviction was so strong I could not keep my arm down if I tried. I was told to seek out my Sunday School teacher, which I did. I was not a Bible reader but was given a desire to read the Bible. ... One other thing: I felt light all round me, and the light in the room was [so much] brighter than normal. I am now almost 82 and I am serving Him still in three different ministries." – Fred C.

"‘I never shall forget the day when the burdens from my soul were rolled away.' That song says it all. I was 23 and it was March, 1982. I had experienced a calling from the Lord and, like Jonah, I tried to run. For three days I fought through tears and guilt. Finally, one evening coming home from work I knew I had to get somewhere to pray. I drove home, jumped out of my car, spit out my gum, ran to my bedroom, took off my glasses and knelt down and prayed for forgiveness. A feeling flooded my soul and the guilt left me. My sin had been purged and I had been forgiven. Praise God! [I] Love the Lord more with every passing day." – Joyce L.

"I was born and raised in the Catholic faith. I knew all the rules and went to church every Sunday. Got married in a church, had children, baptized them all. Did everything according to the faith. Then things fell apart and I was divorced. Everything felt so empty. Where was God? I just can't explain it, but I guess I was made ready to receive Christ as my Lord and Savior. One day in a service at an evangelical free church, they started to sing, ‘There is a Redeemer, Jesus, God's own Son, precious Lamb of God, Messiah, Holy one. Thank you, oh my Father, for giving us your Son, and leaving Your Spirit until the work on earth is done.' And that was the moment the Holy Spirit touched me and I knew it. I didn't have to go anywhere, I knew I'd been touched, there were tears running down my cheeks and I was crying like a newborn baby! ‘He touched me, and oh the joy that filled my soul! Something happened, and now, I know, He touched me and made me whole.' Amen." – Christine T.

"It was a Sunday, in a primary Sunday School class in a little Assembly of God church in Spencer, OK, sometime in 1955 – and this little 7-year-old boy's heart was made to realize that I needed salvation! I can't say that I actually remember what the class lesson was about that day; but when our Sunday School teacher (Ms. Janice Blair) asked any of us in the class if we'd like to accept Jesus as our Savior, I somehow felt the need to – and I and a few other kids in the class knelt at our chairs that morning and I received salvation. ... To be honest, I don't really think about my ‘getting saved' experience that often; but as I thought back to that experience these last few minutes as I was composing this email, it brought tears to my eyes and made me realize all over again how thankful I am for having made the decision to become a Christian. My pastor told my mother later ... that when I got saved in Sunday School that morning, my face had a glow on it! The ‘glow' may have faded over time – but I'm still glad I made the decision to accept Christ at such a young age." – Jim P.

I love this!  What a blessing these accounts are. In fact, I have several more testimonies I want to share. So, I'll have more for you next week – including one in which God used a stray cat to bring a boy to salvation.

- Paul

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