I was 33 years old when God revealed His Son Jesus, as Savior to me. For 33 years I was exposed to Christianity in many ways; Presbyterian Church, Assembly of God summer camp meetings, Catholic Church with Catechism. I remember how the Presbyterian Church meetings always ended with an altar call but I was ignorant of what the heck they meant! I knew it was a serious thing but why didn't I understand or accept it for me? Why didn't I ask?? My mom was raised Catholic, but since there wasn't a Catholic church where we lived (until I was in 7th grade), she allowed all her children to attend the other two churches (and so did she). We were in church all the time for one reason or another....I loved it! When I was 12 years old a group of Catholics started meeting and having Mass. All the children went to Catechism during the summer. I received my first communion at that time and to me it was very "spiritual". I felt so close to Jesus. But it was like getting a shot that didn't take. My life slowly went down hill. I married at 28. Five years into my marriage I was on my way out. I blamed all my problems on my husband. I was miserable, lonely, empty, hopeless, etc. Although I had gone to church most of my life, I didn't even think to call on God for help. But God called me! My husband had just left for work. I decided to sweep the floor. I turned on the TV. Billy Graham was on. I stopped in the middle of the floor, leaned on my broom and watched the whole crusade, which was held in an outdoor football stadium. I cannot tell you what he spoke on that day. All I know is I was glued to the TV. I was compelled to watch. When the altar call was given and people began to move to the middle of the stadium (to the altar), I "saw" in the spirit, the power (God's love) that was drawing them, masses of them. A voice came out of me (from the innermost part of my being), and said, "God I want to come too." He spoke to me and said, "You can, right where you are." I wanted to fall on my knees before Him, but I was standing in front of a large picture window and my flesh said to me, "What if someone sees you?" Ugh! I sat on the coffee table and admitted I was a sinner. I accepted Jesus' life and I gave Him mine. The way I describe that day and what happened to me is from Col 1:13-14 "For he has rescued us (me) from the dominion of darkness and brought us (me) into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we (I) have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."
What a transformation! I have never been the same. The desire to sin in the ways I formerly did was totally gone. I have always had a thirst for more of God, Jesus and Holy Spirit. I can't get enough of Him. The end of this month (November) will mark my 30th year of being born-again. And it only gets better. Thank you Father. You have turned death into Life! You filled me up with Living Water! You took me as Your own and we have fellowship every moment of every day. You gave me Hope for the future. You gave me Yourself and I live because You live!!!
PS. This is the short short form of my life/testimony. I have many stories of my life with Jesus, Father and Holy Spirit. One story is the miraculous salvation of my father who, one day before he died (at 69) came out of a coma (a pastor had read him Scripture). He had a vision of Jesus and was born-again, completely healed then chose to go home with Jesus. He died the same day.....he went to Heaven with Jesus the same day! Amen!!