This photo was taken by Susie when I popped over to visit her, from Seattle to Pullman.
A few months later, "this" happened:
April 10, 1966, Resurrection Sunday, I was at Portland Avenue Baptist Church in Tacoma, WA. I had been there for about 3 weeks, because the Lord had dropped someone into my life, and through that, some of His amazing Words were breaking through my tight, high, concrete, refusing-to-readjust walls.
That Sunday, April 10th, I dressed nice. I enjoyed the service. Was sitting with my roommate, Carol, a co-worker at my office who God had used to begin the breaking-down process in mid-March.
THEN, at the end of the service, Pastor Mark said that those who were willing to accept Christ are now called forward. The pianist began to quietly play a hymn. Do I remember what it was? No. But do I think I know what it was? Yes. "Just As I Am."
And what did I do? I held onto the back of the pew in front of me. My hands were crunched tightly, muscles intense. I stood firmly, feet to the ground. My mind said, basically, "NO!! Can't make me!"
What did I feel? My back prodded, my nerves pushing me, my head "tapped". And what did I do? Nothing! I stood right there, refusing to go one step forward.
OH, and it was NOT anyone surrounding me that was prodding, pushing, tapping me. Even then, I knew it was something connected to God. What I didn't understand in those days was that the Holy Spirit is a "Toucher".
When church ended what did I think? I...was..HAPPY! Because I was at my first Resurrection Sunday in about 3 years? Maybe a little. Mostly, however, because... I...WON!!
During previous Sunday's the Lord had begun to gently crack my walls. Now? Oh, yah! HE had more control than I did. [Can you believe THAT?]
And then a few days later ...
[You're stuck with me again next Monday... Part 2.]
"Just as I am?" Boy, if I had a dollar for every time we sang that song in church while I was growing up:) Love the red dress too...
The blessed Holy Spirit keeps working even when we think "we have won that round." Thank you for sharing at "Tell Me a Story."
I love that old hymn. God has used that to ''touch" many... without one plea...
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