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Billie Hammers

As a young girl, I often wondered about the Lord. My brother and I decided when we grew up, we would go to every church, and when we found the one that preached the truth that would be our church.

We were just children and things were mostly black and white to us. I am glad that I didn't have to go through all of that to find the Lord.

The Lord has a way of guiding us to him if we are really sincere in our heart about wanting to know him.

After I married, my husband and I moved to Superior, Arizona to find work. We moved into the house with my sister, Mildred, and her family. She had just received the Lord into her life. She talked to me about her experience. I was glad for her, but I had wondered how a person could know when they had really received salvation.

Shortly after our arrival in Superior, my husband got a job as a mechanic at a small service station. His wages were on a percentage, and he could work out his own hours. One day he was working on a transmission in a car when a minister came on the Tucson radio station. He was telling the people about the healing power of Yahweh. "Bring your sick; even those in the hospital, the Lord will heal them. If they do not receive their healing, we will pay the ambulance bill." The minister spoke with such conviction and confidence my husband stopped to listen.

He came home and told me, "I heard a man speak that has an awful lot of money or tremendous faith. I would like to go see this man and hear what he has to say."

The following day was Saturday. We asked my sister and some of her church friends to go with us. They agreed to go, so we headed for Tucson. The services were held in a large tent. There were policemen directing traffic, as there were some six thousand people there. The Lord moved in a tremendous way and we saw many wondrous things.

We decided to go back on Sunday and take a picnic lunch. After the morning services, we had a picnic lunch in the park. We were all enjoying the services and rejoicing in the many miracles of the Lord. After lunch, we returned to the service. As I sat taking in all the wonder of the Lord, a woman stood up and began to speak. The minister stopped and waited. Not knowing anything about the spiritual gifts, I was ashamed for the woman for making such a spectacle of herself. She was speaking as though she was God.

I sat with my head bowed. I thought, why is she mocking God. Why doesn't someone sit her down? I had closed my eyes in embarrassment for her. I do not know if the Lord moved her voice closer to me or if someone else started to speak, I only know that suddenly a voice was answering my thoughts. I do not remember all that was said; I only remember the beginning of what was said, "Be not dismayed, God is not mocked . . . ."

I know the Lord talked to me that day. When I left the service I was speaking in a language I had never spoken before. I couldn't speak in my own language until we were almost home. My life was changed that day. I saw many miracles in that tent in Tucson, Arizona, but the biggest miracle of all was when I met the Lord. I still have his Spirit with me, and he gives me strength and the joy of living each day; for this, I am eternally thankful.