Member Testimonies
Sister Amy Dyer Gregory
When I was a little girl, my parents brought me to church. I was taught about salvation, knowing and feeling God in your heart. I was told about Satan and how he hinders people into missing Heaven so that they are destined for hell.
Despite how it looks, as a child I really did not pay attention in church. Besides, how should I know if these things they said are true? Then one day something changed. All I know is, one moment things were fine and the next, I felt very troubled. I had become accountable for my sins, lost and separated from God.
I had always told myself I would not let Satan win. But at the very moment I became lost, a devil was there telling me that I was mistaken, and things were just fine.
For nearly 6 years I stayed in that condition. I ran from God and the gift he had for me. Sure, I went to church, but there were many excuses Satan used to convince me I did not need to be saved. Nevertheless, something continued to nag at me until I felt I could take no more.
On Sunday, February the eleventh, I woke up. It was time for church and I did not want to go. "If Mom wakes me up, then I will go" I thought to myself. Thank the Lord she did. That day I went to church and decided to get down on my knees and try one more time, to pray through to God and be saved. This time I went to the altar, and I did not think of anything else. I fought the distractions around me and I kept praying. I decided to stay for as long as it took. "I think you'll save me ... No ... I believe you'll save me ... You want to save me". At that moment, a feeling came over me that no man can put into words. That day, I received the greatest free gift ever given to man. God saved my soul, February 11th, 2001, the day after my sixteenth birthday.
I did not plan it that way, but I am glad it happened. It is funny, I can look back and see how God worked. He used the words and actions of other people to show me the way.
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Sister Shannon Henderson
Most people know the exact date of when the Lord saved their soul. I can not tell you a month or day when the Lord saved my soul. I can take you the third bench on the right side of Hope Missionary Baptist Church and show you where I made peace with the Lord.
Looking back I would say I was about 16 years old. During the preaching of God’s word, my heart was convicted. I could do nothing more than to pray to the Lord to relieve this pain. I often thought that because I was a good person I would be fine, but the pains of hell enclosed around me. I realized that if I were to die today, hell would be my home. I had gone to church enough to know that I did not want to go to that terrible place called hell. In a twinkling of an eye, an indescribable feeling came over me. I was not sad, afraid, or worried. It was an extremely peaceful moment. I began to smile like I had never smiled before. I looked over to my mother wanting to say something, but I didn’t want to interrupt the preacher or disturb her train of thought. Before I knew it, I began to doubt what had just happened. Is that all to being saved? The world looked the exact same as it did before. The devil convinced me there was more to being saved.
A year went by of me thinking I was not saved. I continued to attend church with my loved ones thinking of me as lost. When the alter calls were given, I felt nothing. In October of 2003, my dad and I were on our way to revival. He said to me, “Shannon, sometimes I feel that you have already been saved.” As soon as he spoke these words, I went right back to the third bench. My heart began to beat and a smile came across my face. This revival was unlike any other revival I had ever attended. I sat through the services with great joy and peace. I could actually relate to the preaching and the testimonies that were given. When he spoke of hell, I was not afraid. Although I spoke of it to no one, the thought of what happened to me on the third bench could not escape me.
Sunday morning rolled around the next week and my heart was heavy. As soon as the service began, I stood before the congregation, and told the church about when the Lord saved my soul. My life has been forever changed. I can now worship the Lord and pray for those who are lost. The people who love me the most can now pray for me to grow in the knowledge of the Lord instead of praying for the Lord to deal with my soul. Thank the Lord for salvation! What a feeling!
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Sister Rita Henderson
My testimony is about the day the Lord saved my soul and about the first time I told of my salvation.
The Lord saved my soul one night during a revival. I cannot tell you the day or the year, but I can take you to the place.
I was about ten or eleven years of age. During the week I was experiencing bad dreams at night about death and was afraid of dying. One night during the revival I was sitting on the left side of the church on the back row. The invitation was given and people were already going to the altar to pray. The spirit was dealing with me that night, but I kept holding on to the pew in front of me. The devil was telling me not to go, but the spirit was so strong and my heart was so burden, that the very moment I stepped out in the isle to go to the altar, a peace had already come over me. I had prayed through and the Lord saved my soul. The church I attended had taught me that you could lose your salvation by sinning. Over the next seventeen years I could not enjoy my salvation because I was afraid of losing it.
In 1982, 1 moved to Nashville, TN and started attending Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church. Elder D.W. Story was the pastor during this time. During the services different ones would stand up and tell of their salvation. They would tell of a time and place where they had been saved. The only time I could go back to was that night during that revival when the spirit was dealing with my heart. I knew that was the time that I had been saved. Even though I could not remember the time or day, I knew that was the day the Lord saved my soul.
In December of 1982, the Lord spoke to my heart to join the church and to be baptized. I joined the church and for the first time since the day I was saved, told my testimony to the church. Praise His Name!!!
(Sister Rita went to be with the Lord on October 4, 2016)
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When I was a little girl, my parents brought me to church. I was taught about salvation, knowing and feeling God in your heart. I was told about Satan and how he hinders people into missing Heaven so that they are destined for hell.
Despite how it looks, as a child I really did not pay attention in church. Besides, how should I know if these things they said are true? Then one day something changed. All I know is, one moment things were fine and the next, I felt very troubled. I had become accountable for my sins, lost and separated from God.
I had always told myself I would not let Satan win. But at the very moment I became lost, a devil was there telling me that I was mistaken, and things were just fine.
For nearly 6 years I stayed in that condition. I ran from God and the gift he had for me. Sure, I went to church, but there were many excuses Satan used to convince me I did not need to be saved. Nevertheless, something continued to nag at me until I felt I could take no more.
On Sunday, February the eleventh, I woke up. It was time for church and I did not want to go. "If Mom wakes me up, then I will go" I thought to myself. Thank the Lord she did. That day I went to church and decided to get down on my knees and try one more time, to pray through to God and be saved. This time I went to the altar, and I did not think of anything else. I fought the distractions around me and I kept praying. I decided to stay for as long as it took. "I think you'll save me ... No ... I believe you'll save me ... You want to save me". At that moment, a feeling came over me that no man can put into words. That day, I received the greatest free gift ever given to man. God saved my soul, February 11th, 2001, the day after my sixteenth birthday.
I did not plan it that way, but I am glad it happened. It is funny, I can look back and see how God worked. He used the words and actions of other people to show me the way.
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Sister Shannon Henderson
Most people know the exact date of when the Lord saved their soul. I can not tell you a month or day when the Lord saved my soul. I can take you the third bench on the right side of Hope Missionary Baptist Church and show you where I made peace with the Lord.
Looking back I would say I was about 16 years old. During the preaching of God’s word, my heart was convicted. I could do nothing more than to pray to the Lord to relieve this pain. I often thought that because I was a good person I would be fine, but the pains of hell enclosed around me. I realized that if I were to die today, hell would be my home. I had gone to church enough to know that I did not want to go to that terrible place called hell. In a twinkling of an eye, an indescribable feeling came over me. I was not sad, afraid, or worried. It was an extremely peaceful moment. I began to smile like I had never smiled before. I looked over to my mother wanting to say something, but I didn’t want to interrupt the preacher or disturb her train of thought. Before I knew it, I began to doubt what had just happened. Is that all to being saved? The world looked the exact same as it did before. The devil convinced me there was more to being saved.
A year went by of me thinking I was not saved. I continued to attend church with my loved ones thinking of me as lost. When the alter calls were given, I felt nothing. In October of 2003, my dad and I were on our way to revival. He said to me, “Shannon, sometimes I feel that you have already been saved.” As soon as he spoke these words, I went right back to the third bench. My heart began to beat and a smile came across my face. This revival was unlike any other revival I had ever attended. I sat through the services with great joy and peace. I could actually relate to the preaching and the testimonies that were given. When he spoke of hell, I was not afraid. Although I spoke of it to no one, the thought of what happened to me on the third bench could not escape me.
Sunday morning rolled around the next week and my heart was heavy. As soon as the service began, I stood before the congregation, and told the church about when the Lord saved my soul. My life has been forever changed. I can now worship the Lord and pray for those who are lost. The people who love me the most can now pray for me to grow in the knowledge of the Lord instead of praying for the Lord to deal with my soul. Thank the Lord for salvation! What a feeling!
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Sister Rita Henderson
My testimony is about the day the Lord saved my soul and about the first time I told of my salvation.
The Lord saved my soul one night during a revival. I cannot tell you the day or the year, but I can take you to the place.
I was about ten or eleven years of age. During the week I was experiencing bad dreams at night about death and was afraid of dying. One night during the revival I was sitting on the left side of the church on the back row. The invitation was given and people were already going to the altar to pray. The spirit was dealing with me that night, but I kept holding on to the pew in front of me. The devil was telling me not to go, but the spirit was so strong and my heart was so burden, that the very moment I stepped out in the isle to go to the altar, a peace had already come over me. I had prayed through and the Lord saved my soul. The church I attended had taught me that you could lose your salvation by sinning. Over the next seventeen years I could not enjoy my salvation because I was afraid of losing it.
In 1982, 1 moved to Nashville, TN and started attending Mt. Calvary Missionary Baptist Church. Elder D.W. Story was the pastor during this time. During the services different ones would stand up and tell of their salvation. They would tell of a time and place where they had been saved. The only time I could go back to was that night during that revival when the spirit was dealing with my heart. I knew that was the time that I had been saved. Even though I could not remember the time or day, I knew that was the day the Lord saved my soul.
In December of 1982, the Lord spoke to my heart to join the church and to be baptized. I joined the church and for the first time since the day I was saved, told my testimony to the church. Praise His Name!!!
(Sister Rita went to be with the Lord on October 4, 2016)
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