My Search For Salvation
As a child, I lived on a farm in Tennessee. My parents were good, church going people who loved their five boys. Dad ruled the household with a strict but loving hand. Although our family was poor, he taught us the finer things of Life-diligence, honesty, and high morals. About a mile from our home stood the one room schoolhouse where 1 received my early education. Our teachers often began the day with Bible reading or a prayer. Across the road from the school stood our little country church. Once a month a circuitriding preacher came for the weekend. We heard no smooth, polished sermons. He said that we must repent and turn from all our sins, or we would be lost and go to Hell. I recognized the truth of those words and felt the convicting hand of God. I got the message about salvation, but it seemed I could not grasp how to receive the experience. When I was thirteen, I attended a revival service. At the close of the meeting, the preacher pied with us to come forward, and ...