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With the understanding of a child, I knew that I hadn’t done this so I started to cry. After the service, I quickly rushed
out to the car and waited for my parents. Upon arriving home, I rushed to my bedroom. Mom came in wondering what had upset
me and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I was a sinner and hadn’t asked Jesus into my heart, and that I wanted to
go to Heaven and not Hell.
No, I didn’t understand it all as I do today, but sitting there on my bed, with Mom as my witness, I asked Jesus into my
life. I didn’t know more than a child about the Bible. I just had childlike faith…as a child of six years old. The next
Sunday morning at the end of the service when the pastor gave the invitation (I was sitting by myself on the second row as
I was eager to walk forward), I stepped out.
As an adult now, I can look back on my life and see God’s Hand about me. Growing up, I didn’t understand why I was
different. Why I wasn’t around when my friends got caught doing mischief. I was called to be different, but how ? Was there
a mantle on me to be different, a calling from God ?
When I was ten years old, my brother, who is almost eight years older than me, went to the Los Angeles neighborhood of
Watts (this was the Summer after the 1968 riots). There he and others from our church youth group assisted the Mt. Zion
Missionary Baptist Church with a Vacation Bible School. The following year, that church’s choir and their pastor came up to
reciprocate and visited our church for a weekend. I don’t remember much about that weekend, but what I do remember is this:
Dr. E.V Hill, the visiting pastor and his wife had stayed the weekend at our house.
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