We all like to read stories about people, of things that may have happened to them and how they coped. This section is about how people, both young and old, reacted when faced with things that God wanted them to do. Some responded positively while others refused to go any further. God has given everyone\u00a0 a free choice, and He respects that which He has put in place. Let’s read these stories and learn from them…..<\/p>\n
The Old Story that’s Always New.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
The old lady was reminiscing, and her eyes were alight with memories of\u00a0 those days of long ago when she was a little girl.<\/p>\n
\u201c Our family grew up attending church services every week \u201c she said,\u00a0 \u201cWe didn’t all keep doing this once we grew up. But I kept going to the services as my parents did. We\u00a0 always had a Bible reading and prayer time at night with Father leading it, and this gave us a good Bible knowledge.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMy\u00a0 best friend was Norma Wilson and our Sunday School teacher was a lady called Miss Hunter. Everyone thought I was already a Christian, but I knew that I hadn\u2019t\u00a0 really given my heart to the Lord at all. One day when we were both about eleven, Miss Hunter asked us\u00a0 to come to her place to see her. She took both of us into the family sitting room\u2026.it was a long narrow room with an organ at one end and the fireplace at the other.<\/p>\n
Miss Hunter told me to amuse myself while she talked to Norma. But I really wanted to hear what she was saying so \u00a0I gradually\u00a0 went along the room\u00a0 to sit beside them.<\/p>\n
\u201c But none of it really made sense. I knew I had to do something about my \u2018soul\u2019 but I didn\u2019t know what to do, even after listening to Miss Hunter explain it all to Norma. Norma didn\u2019t understand either and she wasn\u2019t particularly interested at the time.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt came time to go home, and we walked to Norma\u2019s house first and then I ran all the way home crying. I kept thinking that Mother would be able to tell me what to do, and I couldn\u2019t wait until I got there. I told Mother that I wanted to give my heart to Jesus but I didn\u2018t know how to do it.\u00a0 Mother was SO pleased to hear this, but like everyone else she\u00a0 thought that I had done this already. So she explained as simply as she could that all I had to do was to believe on Jesus, and tell Him so. But I just couldn\u2019t understand what she meant.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt bed time, I went off to my room feeling broken hearted and very scared. As I lay there in bed, the verse of John three and sixteen came to my mind. I remembered that someone had once said that if you put your own name in that verse it would make more sense, so I did that\u2026.\u201dFor God so loved Gwenny Hess, that if Gwenny Hess believed on the Lord Jesus Christ, Gwenny Hess \u00a0would not perish, but Gwenny Hess \u00a0would have everlasting life\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
At last it dawned on me, that all I had to do was to believe!! I could see it all then! It was just as though a blind had been lifted from my eyes!<\/p>\n
\u201cI prayed to God, telling Him just that, and oh the joy that filled me after that! I was so excited, I ran across the passage to my parent\u2019s room and told them that I had asked Jesus into my heart, and I wanted everyone to know!!\u00a0 They were overjoyed and glad that the light had finally dawned on me like it had”.<\/p>\n
The old lady straightened herself up and came back to the present. “Well, that’s what it was like for me”, she said, “And I’ve never been sorry that I believed what God said. He has never let me down once all these years”.<\/p>\n
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We all like to read stories about people, of things that may have happened to them and how they coped. This section is about how people, both young and old, reacted when faced with things that God wanted them to do. Some responded positively while others refused to go any further. God has given everyone\u00a0 … Continue reading People’s Stories<\/span>