* Pastor Kenny Windsor

 I was nine years old when we attended a singing service at Carnes Chapel Congregational Methodist Church in Attalla, Alabama when I felt God pulling me.  The service was a type of celebration service many churches had around the first Sunday of the month.  They would often bring in a quartet and for an hour or so, all we would do is sing.  It was at the close of the service when my sister, Patsy Mayo went to the altar and gave her heart to Christ.  My family was so excited that we had to stop my Grandmother’s house to tell her and my Grandfather.  When we arrived, Grandma was already in bed and Granddaddy was headed that way.  We went into the bedroom where my grandmother was lying down and told her about my sister getting saved.  When everyone went back into the living room, I stayed behind and talked to my Grandma about what was going on in my heart.  I knew that I too wanted to get saved.  She knew immediately what was happening and she asked me if I wanted to be saved as well.  I told her I did, then she and I prayed at that moment and I knew without a doubt that I had been saved.  I do not think I could have explained it very well, but I knew who Jesus was and you would not convince me otherwise. 

    As a pastor, I often watch siblings be baptized at the same time because they both accepted Christ at the same time.  The parents are usually a little suspect in both kids being saved at the same time.  They fear one (usually the youngest) is doing it because big brother or big sister is doing it.  The night I accepted Christ, there is no doubt that my sister’s conversion made me much more aware of the Holy Spirit’s drawing.  I’m certain there were some who thought I accepted Christ because my sister did.  I am just thankful I was there when she was saved because she led me to Christ and my Grandmother ushered me in.