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"I was with fifty or sixty other people at that service in Johannesburg but that Preacher might just as well have been talking to me alone. THE HOLY SPIRIT, through him, systematically cut to ribbons all my pretences and illusions, sympathised with me, and told me that Jesus longed to love me if I would only let him. Jesus was standing at the door knocking. At the end of the service there was an altar call but I still sat in my seat defiantly clinging to what was left of my pride. But the Holy Spirit spoke to me in no uncertain terms in bright lights in my head and said, 'It's now or never'. I couldn't carry on the way I was going. I knew that. I gulped, stood up and took a dozen very noisy clog-footed steps to the altar with about ten others and gave in to Jesus. I went outside that church and cried like a newborn baby for a good 30 minutes, the relief, the burdens lifted and the joy all mixed together and running over. What a tremendous moment in my life. |