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Coming to faith in God as an 8 year old child

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Coming to faith in God as an 8 year old child. All my life I believed in the devil because he tormented me in my dreams every night for as long as I could remember. He would appear to me as the typical cartoonish character dressed in a red suit with a long pointy tail and a pitchfork in his hand. He would chase after me but never caught me. Just before he would catch me I would always awaken. I was afraid of the dark always afraid that the devil was hiding and waiting to get me. When I was 8 years old something happened that caused the nightmares to stop and my fear to vanish. I accompanied my father and my second cousin to a revival service at the Tarpon Springs Church of God in Tampa Florida. We sat on the third pew from the front on the left side of the church. The preacher was named James Poe Jackson and preached lying on a hospital cot propped up on a pillow. He was loud and boisterous and very legalistic. When he would "feel the Spirit" he would throw his pillow at someone and yell "run for me" and they would take off running around the pews and then they would return his pillow to him. Once he threw it to my father (he said it felt like he caught a ball of fire). When it came time for the "alter call" I felt that I needed to "go to the alter" but I was so shy and timid and a little uncertain of what the preacher might "do to me". I did not go up to the alter, but I made an alter out of my pew. I cried and, excuse the expression, "snotted" all over myself. I asked God to forgive me of my sins and to come into my heart and be my savior and He did! People ask "how do you know He did"? All I can say is, as the old hymn says, "I was there when it happened, so I guess I ought to know". That night my nightmare returned. In my dream, I started to run from the devil as always, but something happened! The though came into my mind and a boldness rose up in my spirit, and I SHOUTED, MISTER DEVIL, YOU CANT BOTHER ME ANYMORE BECAUSE TONIGHT I GOT SAVED! The devil vanished and I NEVER had that dream again! This experience has been used in ministry to countless of people young and old, male and female, to overcome their fears and take authority over the devil in their lives. I grew up to become a pastor and have shared this clear and simple message and lesson with thousands of people. "All it takes to overcome your fears is a child like faith in the God that is bigger and stronger than your fears!"