I was raised in a Christian home. Pleasant Hill was our home church
but they only had preaching on the third Sunday of each month. We lived
within walking distance of a Methodist church
and my brothers and sisters and I went to Sunday School there. There were
as many Baptists that went there as Methodist.
During a revival at Pleasant Hill Baptist Church, I started going to the
mourner’s bench. I knew I was lost and I knew I would go to hell
if I didn’t get saved. I remember going around singing “Pass
Me Not O Gentle Savior, Do Not Pass Me By”. I was under deep conviction
and I was crying and begging the Lord to save me. Suddenly a peace came
over me that I can’t describe. All my tears were gone and there was
just peace and quiet.
I thank the Lord Jesus for saving me. Oh What A Savior! I could never
praise Him enough.
May God always bless Huntingdon Missionary Baptist Church.
