Testimonies Being raised in a minister's home, I had heard the gospel preached throughout the first 10 years of my life and it had never bothered me. But one night when our family was visiting a revival at Faith Church in Roseville, Michigan, the Holy Spirit took the Gospel into a part of my heart that it had never reached before. Inside, everything seemed so unsettled and I was very troubled. I told my mother how scared I was and she asked me if I felt lost. I said yes, so we went to the altar together to pray. That night marked the beginning of a search for salvation that would last nearly 5 year. During that time I went to the altar at numerous revivals and prayed at many different places and times. When I would first go to-the altar, my burden would be especially heavy; but after a few prayers, my burden would gradually subside. I knew this temporary ease was not salvation though because it always returned with the next altar call. Thankfully, the Lord continued to deal with my heart and never gave up on me. Finally, one Friday night in July, my years of searching paid off. My mother, sister and I drove down to join my father who was assisting in a revival meeting at Union Missionary Baptist Church, in Fountain Run, KY. I had never been to this church before, but an old family friend, Elder Roy Lee Britt, was the pastor and they were having both day and evening services. I do not remember any details of the sermon that night, but I remember being so anxious for the preacher to give the altar call. When he gave the invitation, I knelt and prayed with an intensity I'd never had before. That night I did not listen for familiar voices praying nearby. That night my attention was on my own praying—on finding relief from a burden that seemed to be crushing the breath out of me. Everything seemed so dark. I don't know how long I prayed but suddenly all of my heart's trouble dissolved into a quiet peace. Immediately, Satan told me that there had to be more to it than that. So I kept praying and asking God to show me where I stood with Him. On the following Tuesday, at the close of the day service, the pastor asked if anyone had anything they wanted to say. I thought my heart was going to burst! Finally, I mustered the courage to blurt out "Yes, I do. I want to thank the Lord for saving my soul!: That first stand for the Lord was mighty shaky, but when I said those words, His joy flooded my soul. I was so happy! After the service I called both sets of grandparents to tell them the news. I can still hear my Grandpa Fount Moran's voice on the phone, laughing and crying at the same time, as I told him what the Lord had done for me. A few weeks later, I united with Bethel Church and was baptized. It doesn’t seem possible, but it will soon be 30 years since the Lord saved me. Throughout the years He has been so faithful and generous to my family and me. For everything He’s done, I praise His holy name! Please pray for us, especially for Andrew and Morgan. My hope is that they will be saved at an early age so their lives can be spent the most rewarding way of all – in His service. As my great aunt Effie Britt used to say in her testimonies, “It’s so wonderful to live for Jesus!” 
My Salvation Experience
by Jeff Moran
