The night that I became a Christian was August 29, 1991. That night changed my life. I walked out of the service free. Free of all the guilt, free of all the self-loathing, and free of the WT$. I knew that I would never be the same. I came home and my wife remarked that there was something different about me. I didn't say a word about where I had been. The following Sunday, she was going to the circuit assembly. I told her that I was not going to go because I had something to take care of (I went Saturday, and hated it). She left early, and after she left, I got dressed and went to my first church service.
I had thought that the church that hosted the crusade, was located in the church building that the crusade was held in. I parked in the lot, and began to walk towards that building when the Associate Pastor (Mario) saw me, and directed my to the right building. I walked in and it was a gym, and it smelled of sweat & super flowery deodorizer. The chairs were second hand, and there was four long pieces of carpet. Three on the aisles, and one in front of the stage. I sat down, and Mario brought a few of the guys over to meet me. It was quite pleasant. I sat down, and waited for the service to start.
The worship team got up, and they prayed. This was not any ordinary prayer. I had never heard anyone pray to God like that. The young lady prayed to God like she really knew Him. Then came the singing. I was expecting one song and sit down, but they sang about 7 different songs for about 30-40 minutes. People lifted their hands. Others began to cry. It was a very exhilarating time. I was in awe that these people showed an intensity of love for God in such an unashamed manner.
Then Mario walked on the stage and asked for those with needs to raise their hands, and he also mentioned some pressing needs. Again what stunned me was the prayer’s familiarity with God, and the expectation that God would perform a miracle in the lives of the people. He didn’t ask for “God’s will to be done.” He quoted scripture, and asked God to hold to His word. I had never heard a prayer like that before.
He then went on with the service. This entailed asking for first-time visitors, and I raised my hand. A bunch of people came around and shook my hand, but I didn’t feel “love bombed.” He then announced that the church was having a lunch for the new people. He said that it was a time to get to know the Pastor and the rest of the leadership. I thought to myself that this was unique. As a J-Dub, I never saw people really go out of their way to make people feel welcome.
Then the Pastor was introduced, and up came this short little Mexican guy, and he spoke about the history of the movement (Victory Outreach), and it’s mission in the community (to minister to the gang member, drug addict, prostitute (male & female) and the utter dregs of society. He taught out of Isaiah 43: 2,3, a verse that referred to Cyrus the Great, but that had been given to this movement’s founder as a promise for what type of people God wanted him to reach.
When the service ended, Mario brought me up to meet the Pastor (Arnie), and I was impressed by the humility mixed with confidence. Being a Dub, I was very wary of any “man of the cloth.” I was taught that they only wanted your money, and had no interest in you. Unlike the J-Dubs, which are only interested in your time and not you.
He then explained that most of the people at the church came out of gangs, drugs, or prostitution, and that they were the “treasures out of darkness” he had spoken about in Isaiah. We then walked across and ate lunch. I have never been more impressed with the humility and simplicity of people. On that day I knew that I had found a new home.
More to come.