Something changed for me when I was nine-years-old and things have been improving for me since that time. Oh, I have often questioned whether or not what happened to me then was really real. Was it real or a figment of my imagination, or was it a game of pretend? Did Almighty God really save me? I have asked myself these questions on several occasions since that time. Was my baptism simply going through a motion of something that I was supposed to do in order to achieve eternal life? No, it was more than that. Baptism was my part, no doubt about that. It was my act of obedience, Brother McCann my pastor at the time, did the work of dunking me, he got his feet wet just like me, but, it was my act of showing everyone attending the ceremony, that I had accepted God’s gift of eternal life. The old self was dead and the new person was born to a new life in God's family. I don’t regret walking down to the front of the church that Sunday Morning. I really wanted to be obedient to God, I was totally committed. It was more than hell-fire that Dr. Jackson preached the week of that revival. He persuaded me to accept the gift that I had been hearing about every since I could remember. Now, there is no doubt in my mind that I was born again sometime during the week of that revival. There is no doubt that I was obedient in my professing salvation and being baptized. I wish that I could say that I went on to be a minister of the Gospel if it was God's will, and walked a walk that God intended for me to walk. But, I did not. There are more than a few characters in the bible that I can identify with. Many occasions, I have been every bit has hard headed as Jonah, every bit as skeptical as Thomas, every bit as arrogant as King Saul, every bit as afraid and frightened as Elijah was when he ran from Jezebel, every bit as sinful as King David was with Bathsheba and his murder of Uriah and every bit as judgmental of others, as are many Christians today. It wasn’t but days after I was baptized that I began drifting away into an immoral life style. I went from hearing filthy jokes to later passing them along to others, and I’m guilty of other deceitful and hateful sins. My example of being a Christian was the poorest of the poor. I’m now near to seventy-years-old and an ocean of water has passed over Niagara Falls since I accept the gift of salvation. The vast majority of this time has been a time of turmoil for me because of my hard head. I have learned that being hard headed has zero-advantage when used in opposition to the will of Almighty God. I haven’t been totally opposed to God, nor have I refused to admit the truth. I fully understand that I have failed to live according to His will. I have been a pick and chooser, and being a pick and chooser is a difficult habit to break. But, know this! I am a man who Jesus loves. He has ransomed my life, He has paid for my sins and has prepared a place for me in Heaven. You must understand that His perfectness and His sacrifice is a billion times more to the good side of the equation that my sin is bad on the other end of the equation. Although, my sins are many and are all very bad He still loves me. He has forgiven me and he has saved me. He has spent the past almost 60 years drawing me nearer and nearer to Himself. I have spent the same time in constant prayer begging for His mercy and that he would draw me nearer. All of my prayers have been answered. This is my Testimony as best as I can tell it.