California

Bro. Booker’s Testimony – The Short Version

Pastor Larry Booker's Testimony

Pastor Larry Booker
Pastor Booker before and after coming to God
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I was born in 1952 and lived in Colorado, mainly in the city of Pueblo. My mother raised my older brother and me by herself. At times we were reduced to very dire circumstances. My mother married my step-father when I was in fourth grade. He adopted us, and my mother, loved, cared, and provided for all of our needs. I have no complaints or sad tales from that point on concerning my upbringing.
In spite of all my parent’s efforts, when I reached my teen years I “spinned out” as did so many young people of the Sixties era. From the age of 14 until nineteen, my life became completely captivated by the drugs, alcohol, rock music, and rebellion that earmarked that generation. Read More »

The Ministry Of Healing

Sis. Lewis's Testimony

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Sis. Lewis and her
granddaughter Rekeeba
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“I would wash my wound everyday, keep it clean, but the wound kept getting larger and larger. So finally one day I was in the bathroom cleaning my wound and I heard the Lord say “Wound… Hospital.” I didn’t know exactly what that was but when God… I’m a firm believer when God does something for you he does it well and he don’t make no mistakes. So if God said he’s a healer, I believe that! And this wound started out small, as I would say, it got to be bigger and then it lasted for ten months, and that’s a long time. And the enemy was coming to me and said “Well your gonna loose your leg” and this. But I believed God, I stood on his word. And God has always proven himself real to me, he has always answered my prayers”

Earlier this year, Sister Lewis gave the testimony of how God brought healing to a wound that developed on her leg. God lead her to the “Wound Center” where they doctored her wound that was not healing. Click below to hear her tell the story. (Click here to see the medical pictures mentioned in the testimony)

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Another great post about testimonies of healing is “Adventures In God” shared by Bro. Abshire. Click Here for more!

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Daddy In The Grandstands

Vivian's Testimony

When I walked down the empty corridor, the bare floor seemed to stretch on forever. Nearby, the clicks of my mother’s shoes rang sharply in my ears. When I opened the large metal door, my senses were immediately flooded by a pungent, stale stench. In front of me were rows of steel stools and bulletproof transparent windows. As I stood molded against the wall, my body shuddered, yet I hid behind a cover of indissoluble emotion. A short, stocky man with a close-shaved haircut, wearing pale blue overalls approached a window. Tears came to my eyes, but my feet remained stationed in place. My mother walked over to a steel stool and took a seat. When she picked up the receiver, I watched as an array of emotions swept across her face. After a few minutes of conversation, she motioned me over. Slowly, I lifted one leg and then the other. At the window, I stared across at a face which I had adored my whole life.

Vivian and her father
Vivian with her dad
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“Hello, mija,” he said casually. With those words, the torrent of tears that pressed against closed lids released a single trickle down my stricken face. Why? I asked myself. Why did our family reunion have to take place in this remote prison cell? Why was I crying? You have been through this many times; I tried convincing myself. What is the difference now? Nevertheless, my heart gave way at the sight of my father, three feet in front of me, separated by the glass partition. “Hello, daddy,” I said at last. Read More »

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