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Taking A Stand And Running To Win

Pastor Scott Smith's Testimony

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Pastor Scott Smith
Pastor Scott Smith
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“I walked into the men’s prayer room and I said, “If you see where I’m not mature enough or lack character; if this would go to my head; I would backslide, be a reproach to your church, then I want you to let me lose and lose miserably. But if I can be a witness, if I could bring kids to church, if I can let my light shine,” And I said “Then I want you to give me a speech.” And I want you to know when I prayed that, the anointing began to flow and ya see this is… this was unnatural to me for something like this to happen and ya know. And so I’m writing, I mean I am writing so fast and I’m thinking about that nine year old prayer meeting and I’m thinking about other things that happened and I’m writing and it’s just coming and it’s just.. I mean I remember literally my wrist hurting and I’m saying “God would you slow down, this… just slow down!” It was just ya know. And so in about thirty minutes it was all written. Folded it up, went home, got in the bed, went to sleep. [The] next day I go to school, and I’m walking down the hall. Now I had heard by way of the grapevine (now the grapevine is when you hear something you ain’t supposed to hear). And I had heard by the way of the grapevine that Randy Angsworth who was the assistant student council sponsor to Miss Nichols, had been meeting during the student council hour in the library, working with Mike Connelle on his speech. They were collaborating and writing a speech together. So I’m walking in the hall between class, and Mr. Randy Angsworth comes beside me and, “Hey Scott, how ya doin?” I said, “Oh oh yeah, I’m doin great.” He said, “Well ya know… uh, just a few days here we’re gonna give speeches. You ready?” I said, “Well, I’m gettin ready.” And I don’t know if his conscience was bothering him or what but he said, “Is anybody helping you write your speech?” And I looked at him and I said, “Yes sir.” And he said, “Who?” And I said, “God!” … He looked at me… like I had fell out of tree!”

Bro. Scott Smith is the pastor of Christ Center United Pentecostal Church in West Columbia, South Carolina. On May 15, 2005 he shared his personal testimony entitled “Taking A Stand And Running To Win” at Victory Tabernacle in Burbank, California.

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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 »

The Greatest Choice I Have Ever Made

Omar G.'s Testimony

Omar after coming to Jesus Christ
Omar after coming to Jesus Christ
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Sin was a part of my life at a very early age. Lying, stealing… the sort of stuff that just gets passed along as “regular” kid things in the world. I didn’t know it was a sin and to be honest with you I didn’t care. I had to get my candy one way or another! Sin is so deceitful. Unless you know about God you don’t even know what sin is.

Apparently, according to my fellow sixth graders, I was a nerd. Believe that? A nerd! How was I suppose to know that being good at school, collecting baseball cards, and wearing “medical” glasses would classify you as a nerd?! Have you ever been to the optometrist with no cash, only your medical card? They dust off a cover and present you with the wide selection of two different pairs of glasses to choose from, one size fits all!

That’s when I began my journey of trying to find happiness and “fitting in” with the world. I became the class clown as a way of being accepted. The more I would try to be accepted by the world, the more I would have to do things that were against God. Sometimes the things I would do at a young age didn’t feel right. To be honest with you I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was be happy and be accepted. My only form of religion was when my mom forced me to go to a catholic church and do my first communion. It was either study for my first communion test or get a whooping. Sometimes I chose the whooping…

I discovered girls at a pretty early age. In school girls are the barometer of seeing how accepted you are. If the pretty girls like you, you’re in. If they reject you then you move down the social ladder until you find those that do. Sadly to say I would aim for the “top” and find that my social standard was way below average. Can I honestly tell you that during my high school years I felt worthless, meaningless, ugly, and bitter to name a few. I felt as if the only way I could fit in was to joke around. Read More »

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