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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

A
t this point in my life, I realized that I needed the Lord Jesus
as my Savior. I could not continue to live this miserable life,

so I started watching services on television. At that time,

there weren’t very many of them on, but I saw one I liked. It was called
the Queen's Way Cathedral, with Pastor Ruthledge. It was very far, but

I took two different buses to get there. I attended there for a while
because the preaching was good—until suddenly, scandal broke out in

the church. The pastor was gay. I left and was told of another church
called the Oakwood Wesleyan, named after a man named John Wesley.

In other words, it was a Wesleyan church that was in 1988. Unknown

to me, there was a split taking place. One half of the church went one
way, leaving the other half behind. And so began my Christian journey.

One weekend, someone invited me to a crusade. What I didn’t know
was that it was a Seventh-day Adventist church. The preaching was

good, but I was scared to death. I will never forget him—a very small

guy, about five feet tall, with a voice like thunder. He preached from
Matthew twenty-four. I swear I was going to die that night and go

straight to hell because I was not baptized. They had this pool all set up
to baptize the same night if you would let them. But I was not quite

ready to be a Seventh-day Adventist.

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