One of the sweetest memories of my childhood is of my grandmother taking me to tent revivals with her. Although she did not know so much it was clear to me that she loved Jesus, and that she was full of faith. Even as a child I knew that Jesus was real, and that you could talk to Him and ask Him for help.

We were not a religious family and as I got older I did not focus on God. We tried different neighborhood churches and I remember attending a few vacation Bible schools. Basically, I was a good person occupied with my life. I graduated from high school and started working part time at a fried chicken place to earn some money for college.

While I was working there a dear sister, who came in regularly for our famous liver and gizzard baskets, invited me to go to a meeting of the local church with her. I did go to a Friday night pot luck dinner with her and it was neat; but I was too busy looking at the cute guys to see anything real. I was just not ready.

God had mercy on me. While I was still working at that chicken place my grandmother, who lived in Denison, Texas, became ill. We realized she was probably going to die. I would drive up on the weekends to give some relief to my mother and other relatives who were taking turns sitting with grandmother. During those drives my heart began to soften. Things happened, and I began to realize how sinful and selfish I could be, and in fact was. I was not good at all. I began to cry out for a way for me, a fallen sinner, to be for God and to go on with Him.

My grandmother passed away and my job came to an end. I was desperate for a way to go on, and I prayed for the Lord to lead me. I even had a little Bible study in my family’s apartment with a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses. They had knocked on the door and I thought maybe they were God’s answer to my prayer. They had a kind of superficial goodness but there was nothing inside. They were fallen sinners just like me, and probably were not even saved.

This made me even more desperate to find the way. The Lord knew I was ready. He arranged for me to meet a sister at Eastfield College. A girl in my English class invited me to a Bible study on campus. Soon I was invited to a meeting of the local church in Dallas. This time, when I came it was completely different. There probably were some cute guys there, but all I could see was Christ. The speaking was so high; and, by God’s mercy, I was so open. This was real. The Lord was doing something on the earth, and He was calling me to be in on it with Him. He is so merciful. I am now married and we have one daughter. I have been enjoying the church life for twenty-three years now. Not only that, my mother, who loves the Lord just as her own mother did, is now in the church life enjoying the fellowship with us. Hallelujah.

Christina Dunn

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