Don Dibble

I am grateful for the old-time religion. I am glad, too, that it is not something abstract. I am not a Christian only because Mother and Father were, but I found I needed a real experience of my own.

Bible salvation came to me many years ago when I got honest with God. I knew I needed it. For years I had failed to take advantage of the golden opportunities laid at my feet in a Christian home. I had good intentions and thought that someday I would become a Christian. I knew I needed a change in my way of living—that the best days of my life were slipping away and being wasted in sin.

One Sunday morning I decided to end my trouble, and I went to an altar of prayer. God came in and took away that burden of condemnation that had weighed me down. That was a good day. The great God of Heaven made a real change in my life and gave me victory and power to live for Him.

On the campground, many years ago, after I had been saved and sanctified, I received the baptism of the Holy Ghost. I had sought it many years—that is, I would go to the altar. When I finally got down to real business with God, I got results. When I rose from the altar and went to tell my mother about it, I was still talking in a language she could not understand. She knew what had happened. Things like that make the Gospel real.

Down through the years, I have appreciated the things that the Lord has done for me. I am glad I serve a God who still hears and answers prayer. I can get a prayer through when I have a need in my life and I get serious. The old-time religion is genuine. It is the kind that produces results. I have found that it pays well to serve God.