The night I got saved.....
When I was a teen-ager our uncles and their families came home to Grama and Grampa's for a couple of weeks. One summer was special because my girlfriend Jean and I got to take care of the twins, James and John. Uncle Henry and Aunt Helen and the baby boys came from Portland. They must have been 6-8 months old.
Uncle Henry played the guitar and sang. He was a Wesleyan Methodist minister, which was quite a change for this Lutheran family. I always admired Aunt Helen because she had dark hair and actually looked French. I thought Uncle Henry was wonderful to marry her. Since, I've thought she was the forerunner of my marrying Kenny, a dark-haired Assyrian!
I heard that there were meetings when Uncle Henry just began to strum his guitar and people began to weep!
Uncle Joe was a Lutheran Brethren pastor and he brought his wife Alice home. She was a gifted speaker, too, and I remember her speaking in the high school gymnasium for some meeting. Jesus was everything to her and just being around her could be convicting! Trying to reach me on my level (11 years old) to explain sin, I remember she said it was a sin to laugh at a drunk man! And she told of her mother baking bread, but stopped, washed her hands and headed over to a neighbor to talk to him about his need of salvation.
Uncle Joe, Uncle Henry andd my brother Clarence held evangelistic meetings in that gym in Watford City one summer and that's when I was saved. After one meeting I left Jean and scurried to find one of the singers and told her I wanted to be saved! She prayed with me and I knew Jesus came into my heart. The next day Clarence gave me a Bible and put me on the train to head home to Fairview. He told me to be sure to tell Dad what had happened to me. My Daddy wasn't a Christian yet and could be quite obstinate!
Uncle Henry played the guitar and sang. He was a Wesleyan Methodist minister, which was quite a change for this Lutheran family. I always admired Aunt Helen because she had dark hair and actually looked French. I thought Uncle Henry was wonderful to marry her. Since, I've thought she was the forerunner of my marrying Kenny, a dark-haired Assyrian!
I heard that there were meetings when Uncle Henry just began to strum his guitar and people began to weep!
Uncle Joe was a Lutheran Brethren pastor and he brought his wife Alice home. She was a gifted speaker, too, and I remember her speaking in the high school gymnasium for some meeting. Jesus was everything to her and just being around her could be convicting! Trying to reach me on my level (11 years old) to explain sin, I remember she said it was a sin to laugh at a drunk man! And she told of her mother baking bread, but stopped, washed her hands and headed over to a neighbor to talk to him about his need of salvation.
Uncle Joe, Uncle Henry andd my brother Clarence held evangelistic meetings in that gym in Watford City one summer and that's when I was saved. After one meeting I left Jean and scurried to find one of the singers and told her I wanted to be saved! She prayed with me and I knew Jesus came into my heart. The next day Clarence gave me a Bible and put me on the train to head home to Fairview. He told me to be sure to tell Dad what had happened to me. My Daddy wasn't a Christian yet and could be quite obstinate!
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