My parents had questioned me about being lost for a few years but I had never been convicted until the Monday Morning Revival Service at Marlsboro Baptist Church on the 3rd Monday in July 1953. The invitation hymn was “Softly and Tenderly” and I was so broken that I went to the altar when they started singing the chorus. After prayer, I felt better but I was still burdened. I continued to be troubled and would try to pray and go to the altar for the next two years. On the 2nd week in July, I was playing the piano for Center Point Baptist Church. I had become very discouraged and decided that I would not go back to the altar. I had said that I was confused and I did not feel like going for prayer but actually I did desire prayer. On Saturday morning, Bro. James Abbott preached about “Your Last Request”. I could hardly wait for him to finish the sermon and I ran to the altar. Later, I moved from the bench to the floor and bowed for many prayers. After the prayers, the benediction was being given and I was so disappointed. I continued to pray and then it was like a voice (not audible) that said, “you’re saved”. I did not tell anyone but I felt that I was smiling and the Devil said “you’d better not smile or someone might think that you have been saved”. That night, I told someone in the choir that I had been saved that morning. That was such a relief. The revival at Marlsboro was the next week and I united with the church on Tuesday morning and was baptized the following week-end.
