Gods Merciful Intervention in my Family — Keith Daniel

Can we bow for prayer, please? Father, in mercy on every one of us now, come visit us by the Holy Spirit. Come and protect us under the blood of Christ, the sacred blood of our Savior. And in thy great mercy, wash me in the sacred blood of Jesus.

Afresh that I might be a vessel. Meet for the Master's use. Fill with the Holy Spirit, anoint, unctionize. Move upon every heart here this morning in a very deep way work. Only thou canst do that. Without thee, we can do nothing.

And we acknowledge it, and we're fearful of it. The most dangerous position to ever find a human in this world is a preacher in a pulpit without God. So have mercy on me and all of us. And in grace, come visit us and speak thou.

Now we ask these things in the name of Jesus Christ and for his glory only. Amen. The Lord Jesus said in John 8, verily I say unto you, in verse 34, whosoever committeth sin, whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin, literally enslaved to sin.

A slave of sin. This is not speaking of one isolated sin. This is sin that goes on and on. Whosoever committeth sin is enslaved. He's a slave to sin. You say you're not. Well, try stopping. Try stopping.

And then we speak again. Whosoever committeth sin is enslaved. He's a slave of sin. Verse 36, but if the Son, capital S, speaking of himself, shall make you free, ye shall be free. Indeed, gloriously freed from enslavement to sin, from being the slave, the servant of sin.

God manifests in the flesh, promised. If the Son shall make you free, you shall be free. Gloriously freed, indeed. When I was a little boy, I remember my father and mother. There was something completely unique in their lives.

I mean that with my soul. The happiness in that home, though they were totally unsaved. The happiness in my home startled people. And I became conscious as a little boy, a very small boy, that I was very, very honored and privileged to have the father and the mother that I had.

They loved each other as I have seldom ever seen in this world. There was an uncanny love. I heard people saying again and again about my father, how good he was. Look at this man. Where do you find such goodness?

My father was incomprehensibly good and kind and loving and gentle. And he lived for my mother. It was like every breath in his body was honestly there to honor her, to bless her, and every need to fulfill.

My mother was scared to speak because daddy would make the sacrifices humans would never ever consider making at the smallest whim of my mother. I was incredibly happy as a child. I remember hearing people saying one day as I was singing and skipping down around the gardens, where do you find such a happy child?

Look at this. With such a mother and father, how can he be but happy? I was so conscious. I was in a very, very privileged home. And I was more conscious of that when I was in other people's homes. And I realized that happiness is not everywhere, in not every home, as in my home.

A child's security and his sense of stability lies in him or her witnessing love between a father and mother. That is real. And you can't pretend in front of a child, maybe others, but not a child, not your child.

A child's stability and sense of security and happiness comes mainly from witnessing love between his father and mother. My daddy came back from the war. When the war ended, that was the year I was born.

He had no money. He was poor. We stayed in a poorly apartment. And I often go and sit and just look at and pray at what's left of that building, even to this day. But daddy found work, and he worked hard.

But he would come home, and the necessity of food, et cetera, he put aside. But he took every cent that was over and bought bricks and mortar and cement, sand, and on a little piece of property he had acquired with a little he had on the outskirts, very far from the center of town or built-up area, he began to build us a home.

With his own hands, I used to sit and watch him, all alone, mixing the cement, digging the foundations, and every week coming with more bricks, bringing them himself, and laying another few layers of the bricks on our home.

I watched him with the doors, the roof, and he did it with such joy, singing, and always coming back to me and putting his arms around me while he sang. And then we moved into that home after a few years of him building before he could finish it.

I don't know. It was certainly not Buckingham Palace. But to us, I'm quite sure, we had more joy than the Queen and Prince Philip in their palace when we walked in that home. Oh, the joy that flooded our hearts as a little family.

And the joy my father had watching us, going from room to room and moving in and settling in our home that Daddy built us. I loved him for that. But then our whole world began to crumble. I can remember distinctly how suddenly everything changed.

Everything. And fear filled my little heart. And I would weep in fear and sorrow in the dark as I heard the arguing. You see, Daddy had no education. He left schooling when he was a little boy to help his mother to get one shilling, 10 pennies a week, working on the roads.

Most children had to leave in the recession to help to keep the family alive. He had no schooling, no education in the recession. But he worked like a slave in this work he had acquired. He worked so hard that it unnerved anyone, everyone.

Daddy didn't just work. When the tea bell rang and there was 15 minutes for tea, Daddy worked on. And the others just looked at him from a distance. The lunchtime, the bell goes. For an hour, the others sit with their lunch.

Daddy worked on. And everyone looked at him. Nighttime, the bell goes. Everyone goes home to their families. Daddy works on into the night. The owner of the company, of the firm he first worked for, said to me years later, I said to you, Father, what is wrong with you men?

What are you trying to prove? You don't have to do this. Go home to your family. Stop this. Everyone was unnerved. But Daddy didn't speak. He just worked on. Alone into the night. In his department and everything.

He ordered books from Europe concerning the trade, the particular type of work he was involved in. And he studied through the night. He would come home late in the night, tired. And I remember Mother saying, but you can't come home tired like this and then study through the whole night and then go to work with no sleep.

You're going to die. And my father said, and I overheard him once, Morty, I have to do this. For you and the children. I have no education. I have to compete with people who have had privileges that I never had.

Don't stop me, Morty. Don't stop me now. Of course, he went up in position. And authority was given to him in an unusual way. To put on a man so much of the business world. Just kept on as he proved to everyone what no one else could do, he could do.

He made himself indispensable. This is the wrong thing to do, but he did it carefully, calculatingly and deliberately. He made himself totally indispensable that nothing could function without him, very little.

And a great amount of prosperity came in all those businesses. People began to fear him because he was ruthless. When it came to the work, he was ruthless. And there was one other problem. Decisions were not made in little conference halls in the business world.

Those days it was all socializing over drink and alcohol and talking. And there was all these meetings he would come back from. And soon he came staggering through the door. And his whole character had changed from this gentleness to aggressiveness.

Alcohol's Destruction of the Home

Alcohol, the curse, curse! You say drugs are a curse. That is hypocritical. Nothing has brought more shame and disgrace and sorrow and sadness and suffering in homes, in lives, in health than alcohol has done to this world.

But of course we ban drugs, but not alcohol because it is too much money from the top down, isn't it? My father walked in the door in the night and fear filled my heart when I saw his face. And I heard him speaking.

And I saw my mother begin to weep and walk out. And I heard her sobbing through the night. I watched her begin to age as her eyes began to swell up of all the weeping and the shame with visitors that she would have to get up and just walk away.

But the way he carried on at times, his health began to go fast. He was still young. He smoked 60 cigarettes a day. Nevertheless, somehow it helped him. I don't know what it is about the nicotine or whatever it is.

There was something to calm him, I don't know. Of all the stress that was upon him, 60 cigarettes a day. Year after year. He drank. He drank at work. Closed the door and just walked out staggering. No one said a word because he still functioned and kept everything going in spite of this drinking problem.

He was enslaved to drink and he couldn't stop. I remember weeping in the night with my back against the wall in the darkness of my bedroom as I listened to the arguing and mommy and daddy and what eventually resorted.

And I remember, I don't know what was in my mind, I was very small. I just remember walking out the front door and running and running and just running. I don't know how I got so far away from home. No one can work that out.

I can't. Cities away. Small boy. A man found me 2 o 'clock in the morning down the street in the one town. He got out and said, what are you doing here boy? You're going to get killed. He took me in his car to his home, talked and talked and contacted my parents and then I was taken back.

Daddy got on his knees and held me and sobbed. He said, my boy I know it's daddy that you ran from. It's me. It's drink. It's all the stress that's made me not what I wanted to be. Daddy wanted to be the best father that ever lived, Keith.

I tried. I wanted it. But I've done things wrong. Things have come in my life I never realized. In my pursuit of bringing happiness to the home and stability and wealth. He said these words. You will never run away again, Keith, from me.

I will never have to fear whether my son is dead or alive. And knowing he's run from me and I don't know where he is in the dark of the night, I will never face this again. I promise you, my boy, I will never touch alcohol again.

For you. He meant it with all his heart, but days later. And so I ran again and again. There was something in me to just run. In instability. Fears. Wounds. As young as I was. Complexes as young as I was.

How I stayed alive. I will never ever work out. I don't want to think. God seems to have blocked those things out of my mind. I don't want to think about that. Daddy had a high blood pressure. When I was home, we saw him one night lying prostrate on the ground and blood just pouring from his nose and his mouth like a pool of blood.

I thought he was dead. I just knelt next to him and wept. I thought he was dead. Blood pressure, all the pills, they somehow got him onto these things. He took so many pills. It was unbelievable. The doctors were prescribing because all the stress, all the smoking, the inflacema, as young as he was, choking through the nights, coughing, splatting, struggling to breathe.

All the cigarettes. Then he had this heart problem. He lost his health. He looked haggard. My brother, three years older than me, he had very little toward my father. Very little. I think he blamed daddy because of mother's aging and looking like a little battered, smashed, crushed bird and listening to the weeping in the nights.

I think he blamed daddy because of me running and my instability and disappearing and the fear that filled his little heart. As we heard later, how he ran down the streets as a little boy crying to a god he didn't know.

Don't let my brother die. Let me find my brother. Don't let him die. I think he blamed daddy. Daddy said so anyway. He knew that's why he lost his son totally. Then my mother said to my brother and I as we got older, my boy's mother has to divorce your father.

I will never love another man, Keith. Dudley. I promise you I will never ever love another man. He was my childhood sweetheart. I've never known anyone else who loved anyone else. This is not the man I loved.

There's nothing left of that man. Mother has to leave or I will die if I stay any longer. I will die. My brother particularly was crushed when she said those words. He was just crushed and crumbled. But then Jesus came.

The Brother's Conversion Through the Gospel

The savior who died that we can live, he so loved us in our sins. He died to forgive us. Not to save us necessarily from hell and judgment. To save us from ourselves. To save us from self and sin and wasting our lives in such a way that none of us, not one of us, was not totally conscious and awakened and conscious it was God himself stooping down to reach our hearts.

Our free will that every man has. We can't judge anyone righteously if we don't have. It came through my brother. First, my brother, three years older than me, so different from me. South African champion in his sport those days, sanctions across the world against us for the apartheid political eras.

We weren't allowed to compete in world events, even sports. But he was so good they couldn't allow him not to be part. In spite of the sanctions what's the point? He was so outshone everybody in his sport.

He had sports clubs. He was idolized, hero worshipped by many, many, many people who tried to emulate him. He had three businesses. He was like daddy. Incredible mind. Whatever he put his hands to, it just all worked.

He was very young but he wasn't successful, trust me. Heavy drinking, oh, I don't know what it was that he... smoking heavily again himself. Angry, bitter in many ways. Not a very loving person. Well, he fell in love with a girl.

God can use that. She was so beautiful I even nearly stopped breathing which was very unusual for me. I looked at this girl and I couldn't believe such beauty existed. She loved my brother. She was incredibly beautiful but she adored my brother and he was so smitten, so smitten by her.

He loved her but she came from a very godly home. They weren't just ordinary Christians, you know, who said we saved, we go to the prayer meeting, we carry a Bible, we witness. They were the choice of God's people that were looked up to and revered by many, many people through their godliness and stance for Christ.

Well, God brought my brother into this home. They were shocked of course. This heavy drinking, smoking, swearing full of himself, angry young man who their daughter had fallen in love with. Their fists were shaken.

Their world was staggered. And to see this girl of theirs that they brought up with the standard going with him into the world, they suddenly realized she's not saved. It's all here. Nothing had been here.

He just threw everything away. The love of a man. She wasn't saved. They panicked. They tried to get him to come to church. They tried to talk to him and others. My brother said, wait, I only want to say this once.

I am never going to become religious. So stop trying now. I don't know and understand about you. I've never seen this in my life. But I want you to know I will never go to your church. Ever. And I will never become what you are.

And I am telling you now, don't ever speak to me about God again. I'm telling you now, don't ever ask me to go to your church again. I want to marry your daughter and I'm going to. But stop now, I'm warning you.

What do you do? They weren't the type of people that put you against the wall, you know, and preach hellfire at you. They had a bit more wisdom than that. But they got godly people across Johannesburg, the largest city in Africa, Southern Africa.

They got godly across that city, crying to God with them for the salvation of this young man that had won their daughter's heart and life. And for the family he came from. They were praying. Oh, people were praying everywhere, crying out to God in prayer meetings.

We even found the three houses away from us. People walked up years later and said, we prayed for you. We cried to God for you and you're unsaved. Oh, people were praying everywhere. And then Will McFarlane, the second male worker in our mission, which is now the oldest surviving mission in Africa, that has sent literally thousands of missionaries across our continent and to many other countries, of which I have been with for many, many years.

He was the second young worker to ever come into the work many, many years ago. That's a hundred years ago now. Mr. Will McFarlane, the godliest man I ever met in my life. No other man ever made me tremble by just looking at his countenance and seeing what God can do and make a man if he let him in this world.

I trembled. People fell on their knees without him speaking about God and gave their lives to Christ, just being with him under deep conviction and desperation for salvation, just through his life and his countenance.

God had so refined him to such Christ-likeness. And this man had left Africa, gone to Canada, among other countries, poured his life out for God on mission fields, and now as an older man, retiring, he flies back to his home country.

And in the church where he preached as a young man in his twenties, before he left Africa, their church, where so many of them had come to God all those years ago, now he stands again, asked again, an old man, and God began to move again in such a magnificent way as people rode from all parts of our city, dragging people, dragging, especially young people, coming to God, just coming out night upon night, giving their lives to God broken.

Oh, what anointing! You could hardly breathe when he preached. I could hardly breathe. The consciousness of God and the anointing of God on this godly man's life. They came to my brother and said, Listen Dudley, you have said to us that you will never go to our church.

You have said to us we are never to speak to you again about God. And we fear that. I fear that Dudley. But Dudley, something is happening that I am so fearful you are going to miss. The man has come back, as so many of us, so many multitudes came to Christ through when he was young.

He is in our pulpit. And Dudley, he only has one meeting left. So many have come to God in these last few days, from all over. Are they just dreaming? In this outreach? And Dudley, I am begging you to come.

Before he goes, I am begging you. If you don't like him, I will never, we will never speak to you about God again. We will never, ever ask you to go to another meeting again. But I have to beg you to come before you miss this, Dudley.

This man is different. My brother said he thought to himself, oh my, I want to marry their daughter. I better show them I am not as wicked as they obviously think I am. So he said, all right, I will come.

Terrible to go to church. He sat in the back row. He wouldn't sit anywhere else. He said he was determined to switch off. I am not interested in all this fanaticism. He didn't want to hear a word. I don't want to become like this.

So he sat there determined to switch off to all this. But you can't switch off when God comes. When God orchestrates his love for you, what you think is your decision, doing people a favor. So you think you are here just to switch off, young person.

Be careful. This God is greater than your understanding and his love for you. Oh, you can say yes or no to God. I believe that emphatically. For every verse you give me, you try and tell me we have no free will or choice.

I'll give you 30 other verses that have proved you've misinterpreted your one little isolated half verse. You can say yes or no to this God. God doesn't press buttons. He doesn't want that sort of love.

He wants a free will because he is love and true love wants the will to want that love, not something forced mechanically. My brother said he sat there and he couldn't switch off as this man began to speak.

This man spoke about hell and all he did was quote scriptures of the judgments of God. Dudley said he had never heard the word hell in his life or judgment from the pulpit in his life. He'd only heard the word hell in blasphemous jokes from a priest.

And this man was weeping in compassion. He believed this and my brother believed it. For the first time, he was shaken and fearful as the Holy Spirit took those words and confronted him. And then this man quoted the verses strewn to the Bible of eternal life with God.

There shall be no more pain, suffering, sorrow, no more tears, no more death for eternity with this God. Singing the praise in the most perfect bliss, he quoted as heaven. Then he said to escape this hell, this eternal damnation where the smoke of their torment ascendeth up forever and ever.

They have no peace day or night to escape this that God has said you will face. For all have sinned, there's none righteous, no not one. And to gain this gift of eternal life is one way through Jesus.

And he preached and quoted Isaiah 53, quoted the cross, the love of God. Nothing in my hands I bring simply to the cross I claim. And that's the first moment God can actually look at you to be able to save you.

When you come with nothing but the blood of Jesus to promise us he will in no wise turn away anyone who comes to him through Christ. And then he said now if God has brought you to this building tonight and you know that it's God that brought you here, and you know that it's God speaking to you, not an old man in his weakness but from God's word his voice is penetrating where no human voice has ever been able to reach.

You know you have to do with God and you know God wants you to make a choice to come, whosoever will, let him come. And you want to give your life to God to save you from this judgment and from a life wasted on sin and self and shame and gain eternal life and be saved.

If you know it's God that brought you here, and you know what God is wanting of you choose you this day whom you will serve. Come, give your life to God. Kneel in the front here and we will pray with those that come.

My brother was weeping, trembling, fearful but awakened and he got up. He was so staggered, he said it was like someone had hit him with a head with a ten pound hammer, he could hardly stand. And he walked down the aisle, staggering, people helped him and he knelt.

He was the only one the other nights they streamed out. That night my brother in the back row came the only one and knelt weeping. The old man came and knelt beside him and put his arm around him while everyone just sat.

He didn't dismiss the congregation and he cried out to God with my brother, cry out to God with me. For God to save his soul through the shed blood of Christ and the living Christ, the resurrected Christ as many as received him.

To them gave he the power to become the children of God, even to them who believed on his name as many as received him. Christ in you is the hope of glory. You have no hope of eternal life unless Christ is in you.

If any man have not the spirit of Christ, he's none of his. It's God in you. Cry now to the Saviour who died for you for forgiveness. Cry now to his risen resurrected power that is, and receive him by his promise that he will come into your heart, into your life.

Your body will be the temple of the Holy Spirit. God will dwell in you. Oh, my brother and him cried out to God, who doubly wept and God saved my brother that night. He stood up and he walked, didn't want to speak.

He walked out of the church, got in his vehicle, drove home, called father and mother. They was living separate lives in the same home, but mother, you have to come. Father, daddy, mommy, I have given my life to God tonight and I shall never take it back.

What has saved me? I've become a Christian. He put his arms around my father. My mother stood in shock, trembling, and he asked my father's forgiveness for judging him, for blaming him for everything.

Daddy, you were a good man. You were a great man, but you lacked one thing. You lacked Christ and his salvation. But daddy, that's going to change. What God has done for me tonight, I know he's going to do for you.

God had you in mind, daddy, when he spoke to me. And you, mommy, I know God's going to save you, mommy, both of you. And Keith, if he's still alive, all he needs is what I found tonight. I know that. I never knew that before.

I never had anything to give him. My father wept. My mother said she never heard my father weep so uncontrollably when his son put his arms around him and said those words of love and compassion and forgiveness.

My mother wept and said she knew as she looked at Dudley that there is a God that cares and that is going to help the soul out of the mess it's in. She went to the lawyers the next day, friends of hers and fathers, and she stopped the divorce procedures totally.

Something's happened to my son. I want to stop the divorce now. An uncle of mine found me in a city a thousand miles away from them. He begged me go home to them, Keith. I'm begging you. He didn't contact mother or father in case I never got there, but he put me there if I get back home.

I went to mother and she walked out and looked at me. She didn't say the same words I'd heard her say again and again. Oh, thank God you're alive. She said, Keith, something's happened to your brother.

She didn't know the terminology of being born again and converted and something wonderful has happened to your brother and you have to speak to him. He said if we ever find you, you are to go straight to him.

Now, Keith, I said I would make sure. Please let me take you just to your brother before you go. He drove me to one of his businesses and he ran out when he saw who was in the car outside and he was laughing and crying.

He said, Mother, just go. Just leave. Took me inside, sat me down and said, Keith, I gave my life to Christ. I've been saved and everything's changed, Keith. Everything. All you need is Jesus, Keith. I've been so praying.

I said, but I am a Christian. What are you talking about? It's a Christian country. You're born Christian. What are you talking about? Oh, Keith, I don't know how it's possible we've never heard the truth.

We changed churches as we changed girlfriends. It meant nothing to us more than that. We've never heard the truth until now, Keith. But now I know the truth. He sat me down and he shared everything he knew and everything about his life and I sat there in staggered silence because I'd never heard this.

I looked at his life. He was so changed it's incomprehensible. Not ten years later, not one year later, not six months later, when he got up from his knees he was a new creature. Old things had passed away.

All things had become new. Every value, his attitude, he forgave. He was compassionate. He was not self-centered. He was not the blame game anymore. It was just this love and tenderness and compassion and transparency.

I began to thirst after God just listening to his words, looking at his life. What Ruth and Naomi, you know, she looked at her mother-in-law and she said through that life thy God shall be my God. I was crying out that from my soul just looking at his life.

I wanted these people who laughed in a way I never heard people laugh from their hearts. They didn't need drink. They didn't need drugs. They didn't need filthy jokes or depravity. And they were more happy and laughed more from their hearts in a way I wanted.

I wanted. I wanted these people to be my people. I remember my father and mother and I sitting at the table in the dining room of our home. And I looked at Daddy as my brother was just talking with this incredible joy about God.

And my father's mouth was open. Tears. I looked at my mother. Her mouth was open. And tears. And I suddenly realized my mouth's open. We just sat there stunned at the life God had transformed to this degree because he was willing to kneel and give himself to God.

He took me to his church. The man preached the gospel in a wonderful way. This old Irish man close to death. And it was wonderful to listen to the cross. But I wanted God's salvation before I heard the gospel being preached in truth in my life.

Through a life I wanted this God's salvation desperately. I knelt before God that night and gave my life to him. And God saved me wonderfully. Everything changed. Everything changed. There was not a soul on this earth beginning with my father, mother, or my brother to my relations, to my friends, to my enemies that was not stunned, staggered mostly to total silence and shock at the change that came in my life.

No man can do that through mind over matter. And I wasn't trying. One night my father when we had a visitor an old missionary from the Congo those days come back to die. All our lady workers, many of them came back young in their thirties to die, riddled with diseases from the rivers and came back to die.

Eileen Tauti, a great woman of God, oh she won souls for Christ's right as she was dying. She brought them to Christ. She was incredible. And she and many other godly people came to love us as a family as they became conscious of us.

They watched over my brother and I. Oh, we weren't allowed to backslide. We had no choice. Oh, did they pull us up every day. How many chapters have you read? Well, there you are. Hallelujah. Eileen Tauti comes now to our home and she's sitting next to father and mother and she looks up at my daddy and mummy looking at my brother and I.

We were inseparable. My brother and I couldn't be out of each other's sight for what he let God do. She looked at daddy watching us both just talking and laughing and one in Christ. She touched my father and she says, Mr. Daniel, look at your son.

Look at what God's done to them. Mr. Daniel, what reason can you give God as to why you don't seek God to do the same for you right now? What reason can you give yourself as to why you don't seek God with all your heart right now and tonight to save you as he saved them, to do the same for you?

My father was so stunned. No one ever spoke to him like that. He stood in shock at this confrontation and he walked down the passage to his room, shut the door, got on his knees. I don't know why, but he spent a few hours, hours alone with God.

I don't know why so long. No one ever will know. He never said, perhaps speaking back to the war years, the things he did that was on his conscience and mind. I don't know. Whatever everything he was bringing to God, I suppose, for forgiveness that haunted him.

And when my father opened that door, the greatest miracle I've ever witnessed in my life walked out of that door that night. I've seen miracles. We've prayed, I wouldn't say through great faith, and see the most incredible answers to prayers that staggered me, so it wasn't so much my faith, it was just God's mercy hearing our cry.

I've seen miracles that would make people shout hallelujah, but I've never seen a miracle as great as what God did to my father, not one year later, but that night. I wasn't there. My brother wasn't there.

I didn't doubt he wasn't there, but brother was. We'd all gone. Mother told us, he walked out, looked at her and said, Mother, I too have given my life to God. Do not. And I shall never take it back. He took Mother's hands, walked her to the socializing parts of our home.

We had a lovely home by that time. And he took all the bottles and began to pour them and empty them and broke them and wept. And he said, Maudie, we will never have alcohol in our house again. Do you understand me?

No champagne, no wine, never again in this home. It destroyed my life, Maudie. He never touched drink again in his life from that night. Threw down his cigarettes, 60 a day for over 25 years, never less than 60.

Didn't touch another cigarette till the day he died. Alcoholics Anonymous asked him to speak because he was very well known in our country. He said, you say that the first step to victory over drink is to say, I am an alcoholic.

But you're wrong. I was an alcoholic. Christ has set me. They never asked him back, of course. But no one could recover from that night, what they forgot over the years, no one could forget that night and what it did to so many hearts.

He picked up this book and read through it 68 times from cover to cover. In the nine years, God let him live as a saved soul. And he began to turn the world upside down as multitudes came to Christ through him.

Everywhere he went, across the business world of South Africa, they turned to God as they saw this man they feared filled with love and compassion and humility and joy and peace. It passes all understanding.

The Father's Deliverance and New Life in Christ

Oh, Father was mightily saved. And then my mother, she was in a dangerous position, you see. A very uncomfortable position to be the only unsaved person left in the home. And to know that everyone's praying for you to be saved is quite a predicament.

Especially for my darling mother. Now we tried so hard, you know. Missionaries, preachers, oh, they came. My mother got up with these people in the house and said, come to the kitchen. So we stand there where Mother and I did spend often times through the years.