My story. My story really begins with my mother. She was born in Ashtabula Ohio. Her family moved at some time to Benson Arizona. It was here that sme met some very special people. The Church of Benson met my mother in an extremely rough time in her life. They gave her a place to work and a soft place to land when things were hard. She snuck away from home to go to church so every time she was in service she risked trouble from her father. She fondly remembers them as the "rv trailer church" because they took off twice a year to go to Campground in Kentuncky. The church in Benson gave her a horse (well they made her work for it) and she said that horse became her best friend. It was on some afternoon horse back ride that she received the Baptism in the Spirit. It was shortly after this that she had a vision about the situation she was in and the Lord promised to protect her during it. She moved back to Ohio with her grandmother, shortly afterwards and grew up there. She moved around after growing up and met my father in the panhandle of Texas. They married and settled down in Borger Tx. He was a pastor and they owned the local movie theatre during that time. My father did not obey some important principles about counseling and the enemy of God found a way to destroy him as a pastor and Father. He divorced my mother after she found out she was pregnant with my sister. We moved to New Mexico afterwards and it was there I started hearing from the Lord. I got saved and baptised in a Baptist church in Roswell. We started church hopping "trying out" different churches, this is where we ran into a strange little church in Roswell. I remember their service because they are the only church that I've been too that set buckets out up front instead of "passing a plate" for offering. Those people had a different spirit about them. They were warm and loving, my mom even commented that they reminded her of that little church in Benson Arizona. We only went there once but I remember a man that was there, David Gadbury. After a few years my mom moved back to the panhandle of Texas and their she met the man that adopted me. They married and we became a family. We traveled around the country and visisted many places. During a brief stay in Austin, Tx I got the Holy Ghost one night. It was also the first night I got drunk in the Spirit. I know many people say those things aren't real, and that they don't happen today. Well I can honestly tell you no-one told me how to speak in tongues, and no one coached me on what it's like to be drunk in the Spirit. It happend one night while I was in bed all by myself. If you don't believe it's real you'll have a hard time convincing me that it wasn't and that it didn't happen to me. We moved to Arizona a couple of times and the last time I met my wife Susie. |
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