Romans 6:8-11 (New Living Translation)
And since we died with Christ, we know we will also live with him. We are sure of this because Christ was raised from the dead, and he will never die again. Death no longer has any power over him. When he died, he died once to break the power of sin. But now that he lives, he lives for the glory of God. So you also should consider yourselves to be dead to the power of sin and alive to God through Christ Jesus.
Romans 6:8-11 (Amplified Bible)
Even so consider yourselves also dead to sin and your relation to it broken, but alive to God [living in unbroken fellowship with Him] in Christ Jesus.
This testimony is not my testimony of how a life is changed. It is rather a statement of fact of what God will do in a life, when that person surrenders to Him. I want to focus on the goodness and the love of Jesus Christ my Lord and Master and for Him to receive all the glory.
Looking back on my life from the post salvation view, I believe that I was called by God to the ministry at about the age of thirteen. I was the sixth of seven children born in 1940 to poor parents who were still struggling from the affects of the Depression. They had purchased a three room house in Bethalto Illinois in 1936 and attended the church just three or four blocks away. We all lived in that three room house, minus two children that had died in infancy, along with a grandmother. Togetherness…yes.
I attended that church every time the doors were opened but even though I had experienced a closeness or call of God at thirteen I never was baptized, nor did I ever take communion. No one ever questioned this fact. Today I ask myself, why did they not question. The deacons that passed out the Communion, the Pastor, the Sunday School teachers I had had, even my own parents never questioned this.
When I was eighteen, having finished high school, and having no job, I went into the Air Force and eventually spent twenty years, retiring in 1979. Of course, as is often the case, I drifted away from Church and what relationship I had with God.
I went deep into sin. Drinking, carousing, smoking, cursing, dirty stories, porn, drugs, and all the things that sin does over time. I was calloused to the things of God, even though my position in the service was working in the Chaplain’s office. Again, no chaplain or supervisor ever questioned my behavior. I was foul in my language and what I lacked in size I did very well at trying to make up for with my mouth. My biggest problem was the alcohol. One drink was never enough. I believe now the reason I had this insatiable addiction to booze was due to lack of self control and insecurity. At eighteen I weighed just 110 pounds and because of my insecurity, I was scared to death to say anything to anyone. I was a different person when I was drinking. I couldn’t remember my insecurity when I was drunk – so I drank.
On more than one occasion after a night out on the town drinking, I would come home in a taxi or someone would drive me home. Several times I had to go looking for my car the next day. Many times I just drove drunk not remembering a thing the next day. God was merciful for He spared my life on many occasions when I was in that condition. I remember one occasion as I was driving home in the middle of the night, drunk as usual, I heard an inward voice say to me, “Your mother’s praying for you.”
While I was stationed in Taiwan in 1973-74 my mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and I went back to see her on emergency leave because family did not believe she was going to live.
Up to this point I was without question, a sinner, lost, undone, chained, condemned, bound for hell and its torment, and without hope, bound for eternal separation from God’s love. I was doomed, eternally lost.
Romans 5:8 (New King James Version)
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
On my way back to Illinois on emergency leave, I had a layover in Seattle-Tacoma Washington International Airport. All I could think about was my mom and losing her. I was thirty four at the time. It was past the hour of the bars being open, so I was alone with my thoughts, or so I thought.
At some point there in the middle of the terminal, while I was alone with my thoughts, there appeared what I would describe as a street sign. One part of the sign where the name of the street would normally appear said heaven and was pointed upwards. The other part of the sign was pointed downward and it said hell. As if this wasn’t enough of a shocker, I heard a voice inwardly that said, “And which way are you headed?”
Of course I knew enough about the bible and church that I knew where I was headed. In my heart I answered and then I surrendered my life to the Lord Jesus Christ. Hallelujah.
I got to St Louis International Airport and my brother picked me up. I went to my sister’s house where my mother was staying. She was taking chemo and radiation treatments and could not stay by herself. I said nothing about the airport encounter to anyone.
Several days later my mother was feeling a little better and she wanted to go home to her house and her own bed. She told my sister that Paul could go with her and if she had any problem she was only about six blocks away. That night as she slept in her own bed and I lay on the sofa I could not sleep. In the wee hours of the morning I could sense an awesome presence of the Lord. I believe His presence was in the whole house. My mother was one of those great prayer warriors we often hear about. That was probably the main reason she wanted to go to her own house, to have His presence. I slipped off the sofa and sat on the floor near the door of her bedroom. After a few minutes, she said, “Paul, is that you?” She wanted to know if anything was wrong. That is when I told her about what happened at the airport. Her statement when I finished telling her of my encounter was “I knew something was different about you.” My mother went into remission and lived for another five years when the cancer returned.
I went back to Taiwan where I was stationed. The first thing I did when I got back was look up a fellow serviceman I knew attended church. He told me where we went and that Sunday I headed to the church.
Of course, this foul mouthed, drinking serviceman was no longer foul mouthed and drinking every night of the week. It did not go unnoticed and I began telling what God had done in my life. The little church suddenly began to have other individuals and families that did not attend church show up. A revival was truly in progress.
The four or five busses going to the base some thirty miles away suddenly became filled with new Christians. No more cursing, no more dirty stories were heard. Instead, bibles were being read, questions about scriptures were being discussed. One weekday we took a bunch of musical instruments up to the base from the church and did a gospel music concert during the lunch hour at the dining hall.
Fast forward…now out of service…now a graduate of Bible School…now a definite call to the ministry. In 1984 God gave me a Christian wife to work with me in my ministry. Victory Tabernacle, Alpha Chapel, Bible Fellowship Church, House of Prayer, Gospel Lighthouse, New Life Tabernacle, all churches where we served and Missionary to Iloilo Philippines along with Jessica our youngest daughter. She is also a minister today.
Today I am retired – but you can never completely retire from God’s call. My wife and remain active in our local church and try to share God’s love whenever and wherever we meet someone in need.
I am so thankful for a mother who never gave up but kept praying for me. I am so thankful for the mercy and love of God that kept me and brought me back to Him.
Never give up praying for your family.
Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”