The love of God. . . . We should remember it, talk about it, live in it, and appreciate it! John 3:16 reveals the very essence of the message of God's love: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him...

My grandparents were immigrants from Ireland, fishermen who settled on a small island in Lake Michigan. There my parents raised me in a good home, where I was the youngest of eleven children. Although we went to church, we did not have a Bible in our house. Neither my mother...

For forty-eight years I lived without any understanding of what it meant to be a Christian. When I was a child, my mother told me that God knew everything I was doing, so I thought I just needed to be careful and do the best I could.

I can look back...

As young parents, my wife and I enjoyed God’s blessings. We had two little girls, and then our first son, Gary, was born. Of course, we were elated at his birth. However, soon after bringing him home from the hospital, we realized that something was seriously wrong. His bodily functions...

Some time ago, I visited a clock shop in Leavenworth, Washington, which featured grandfather clocks. On the wall, a sign said that they would deliver a grandfather clock anywhere within a one-hundred-mile radius of Leavenworth, set it up, and make sure that it ran accurately. A couple of customers were...

As a child, I loved the Lord and the Bible. When I was first learning to read, I would lie on the floor with the Bible open in front of me, and sound out the words. I thank God for that early love in my heart, because it was the...

God has been so good to me. Truly I love Him with all my soul and with all that is within me. He has healed me so many times. I wish I could tell it the way I believe and know it.

I was born in Arkansas in 1910 to parents...

As a child, I grew up without God and without hope, but how I thank Him for the day He transformed my life from darkness into the light of this glorious Gospel!

My father was a Catholic, and I was taught the catechism and loved to hear the stories about Jesus,...

My heart is full of praise to God for this mighty salvation, because I am sure that I would not be alive today if the Lord had not saved me.

In 1924, I was the first child born to my parents. I was raised in a Christian home on the family...

God has blessed my life. As a young child, I attended church and Sunday school with my mother. At night, Dad would lock the door and kneel on one knee to ask the Lord to keep our family safe through the night. My parents loved each other, and they loved...

How I thank the Lord for His goodness and mercy to my soul. It seems as if He has been especially good to me. Many blessings have accrued in my life since infancy.

When I was a toddler, my parents pulled up stakes in Kansas and came west in search of...

As I awoke that beautiful July morning, the thought raced through my mind that I would take my boat out for a sail after work and have an enjoyable evening on the river. Little did I know, that very night I would narrowly escape death.

A short time later, with lunch...

What a privilege it is to be a Bible Christian, washed in the Blood of Jesus, and be counted among the redeemed of the Lord! This wonderful Gospel lifted me out of sin when I was a defeated young man on a downward way.

Our family, which included eight children, lived...

When the Lord delivered my soul from sin and discouragement, He also took the crooked doctrine out of my heart. I had been schooled in a false religion from earliest childhood. My father kept Sunday as a day of rest, but did not believe in Hell. He also embraced the...

I was four years old in 1906 when our family came from Finland and settled in the small seaport town of Astoria, Oregon. Three years later, my father came home and said he had heard an Apostolic Faith street meeting, and he believed they were people of God.

I was brought...

How I praise God for the Gospel, and for what He has done for me. I am a witness that the Lord can save a man and give him something that will make him live clean, honorable, and upright. He can also sober up a drunkard, straighten him out, and...

Thank God for the old-time religion. I am glad His arm is outstretched to save the “whosoever will” and that one dark December night many years ago, He reached out to me.

My life had been spent in sin, burning the candle at both ends and sewing my wild oats. The...

Just last night, I noticed an article in the Oregon Journal about presidents. It went through and named them one by one, identified their opponents, and listed some physical characteristics of each. It seems that in the majority of cases, the tallest man won. The article went on to say...

Before I reached my teens, my mother made it clear to me for the first time that if I would live right and obey the Bible, I would go to Heaven. If not, I would go to Hell for all eternity. I remember so well how I purposed in my...

How I thank God that while He was calling sinners, He remembered me. He was faithful to my heart to open my eyes to see there were better things in life than what sin had to offer. For years I couldn’t see it, and I spurned God’s love. I had...

Over forty years ago, when I was a young man twenty-two years of age, I arrived in Portland, Oregon. Sin had robbed me of everything; my health and everything good in my life was gone.

My father had been a drunkard, so I grew up in the slums of one of...

It was 1935 and the Great Depression was felt in all our land. My husband and I were the parents of two little girls, who at this time were six and eight years old. For the past five years we had operated a concession stand in a golf course clubhouse....

Scotty Ross tells his story: Being raised by divorced parents and hearing nothing of the Gospel in either home, I grew up in ignorance of what God can do. I lived with my mother for a couple of years and then with my father. In my mother’s home I learned about...

The Apostolic Faith work in Norway celebrated its centennial anniversary in April of this year. In honor of that event, we are republishing the testimony of Odd Bruvoll, one of the veterans of the work in that country.

Growing up, I had the privilege to live in a Christian home with...

I am thankful to God that I can give a testimony of what the Lord has done in my life. I was raised in a home where the name of the Lord was mentioned often. My mother was a Christian but my father was not. My mother prayed with us...

Florence Crawford had a burning desire to spread the Gospel—a flame that was ignited in her heart when she received the baptism of the Holy Spirit during the Azusa Revival of April, 1906, in Los Angeles, California. In commemoration of that event, we are republishing one of her sermons, which...

Slowly I trudged away from my home one morning, blankets over my shoulders, with my parents behind me in the home yard shouting, “Go away, go away! The way you worship is not the way we taught you! Go away!” My heart was heavy as I walked past the cattle...