It was May, 1920, and I was seventeen years old. Torrents of praise began to flow from my lips as I received in measure what the disciples had on the day of Pentecost. From the depths of my being came the “rivers of rushing water” that Jesus promised in John 7:37-39. I spent hours in prayer and worship, seeking God.Īfter three months of wholehearted surrender, I received a great anointing of the Spirit. ![]() I cried out for a closer walk with Him, to be filled with the Holy Spirit. I was baptized in water as an outward symbol of an inward work of Christ in my life.īut I was more hungry for God than ever before. I had the witness of the Spirit with my spirit that I was a child of God, the blood of Christ having cleansed me from all unrighteousness. ![]() After weeks of struggling with my conscience, I chose to serve God the rest of my life and do His will, whatever it may be. Faced with truth backed by Christian example, I knew I had to make a decision. I rejected Christianity in my youth, until I found some believers who lived the life they professed.
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