40!

It dawned on me yesterday during worship at church that it was my birthday. No, not the anniversary of my physical birth but the anniversary of my spiritual birth. I accepted Christ on Easter Sunday 1969 at the age of 9 years.

I remember it very clearly; my family went to Easter Sunrise service with Berean Baptist Church in Adrian; the service was held at Island Park that year. My sisters and I were able to walk to the park for the service as my parents drove along behind us (we only lived a couple of blocks from the park anyway).

Mom and Dad packed all 5 of us girls into the station wagon and took us to Sunday School followed by church service. I had been hearing about Jesus all my life but on that particular Easter Sunday, the Holy Spirit really made an impact on my 9 year old heart... it was as if I was hearing for the first time about how Christ died for me. My heart was nearly pounding out of my chest at the end of the service as I walked forward to tell the pastor that I wanted to accept Christ into my life.

I still have the bible that my Sunday School teacher gave me after that morning. Inside the front cover it simply says, "Faythe was saved Easter Sunday 1969", signed Mrs. Emerson. How cool is that?