I’m glad my mother took me, my brother and four sisters to church when we were little. The church was Mt. Zion Baptist Church.
Years passed by and when I was fifteen years old, I was sitting on the back row of the church on a Sunday night in September. I don’t know why, but it seemed there was no one else in that church but me. The more the Pastor preached, the more I realized the Lord was calling me to the altar. I looked up and there were four or five others already there. It just overwhelmed me and I could not get to the altar fast enough. I was saved that night by the grace of Jesus.
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