Her Testimony

I was convicted of my sinful nature at the close of a revival meeting at Concord Church (age 13). I would not accept the idea of being a sinner. I was too young. I was not a bad person. Then, on a beautiful spring day the following year, an older cousin who was a christian asked me if I should die where would I go. I knew then just as sure as if it were written in stone, I would go to hell. That fear carried me to the altar on my knees. I cried and prayed the best I knew how, and the church sang and prayed for me, but to no avail. As I sat by my mother with my head in her lap, the faithful pastor, Brother Joe Joyner, prayed one more prayer. As he prayed, the Lord saved my soul. I was not conscious of his prayer for I was alone with the saving grace of my Savior. I joined the church the following Wednesday and was baptized on Saturday in the muddy waters of Bacon Creek.