It was that little preacher girl who brought me to Christ I swear it was.
Of course, by the second day of the Great Revival camp meeting I am
ready to fall on my knees and declare my faith to the first preacher man
who can make me feel the Glory of God all the way down into my bones.
I watch her climb onto that old white oak stump, rain starting to fall
as lightning flashes and the boom of thunder crashes over our heads.
She looks up, her hands clasped together and calls out, “Help me
Jesus, bring these good people into your presence. Make them
“believe like they never believed before that You are goodness and
light, Your heart filled with love for every one of them standing here
under these trees. Show them they don’t need no foreordination
to be worthy of Your mercy, of Your forgiveness, of Your love.”
She is so delicate, her voice high but strong as she begins to sing
“O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise.” The
sweetness of her being fills the air as those around me begin falling to
the ground, crying and singing and praying, under the spell of God.
That is when I am taken by the Spirit of Christ into my own special
fire of ecstacy and awakening, ready to accomplish works worthy of
my salvation. Someday I am gonna marry that girl so we can raise
our own little angels to praise this world and all of its glories.
