Joseph Mosee

I was born and reared in the Holy Land, but I was far from being holy. I never saw holiness there, only sham and make-believe, and I despised the very name of religion. I came to this country from Lebanon in 1900, and I was one of the vilest men who ever came across the ocean. I was a blasphemer and a liar, and was bound by a desire to make a few dollars. I wanted money and prestige. I thought, If I could only have a business of my own, what a happy man I would be! Well, in time I had my own business—I was the biggest merchant in the farming town where I lived in the state of Washington—but I found it did not bring happiness. Though I never left a stone unturned to try to make a success, I was one of the most miserable creatures under Heaven. I tried to drown my troubles with drink. I chewed and smoked tobacco and almost ruined my health.

I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was a child of God.

God had mercy on me, and sent a few of His people to my town to tell me about Christ and His precious Blood. They testified and praised God for what He had done for them. After the sermon that night, the minister came by and asked me if I was saved. I told him I didn’t know. He said, “Don’t you want to know?” I said, “Yes, I do!” He knelt beside me and rebuked the power of the devil. There, God showed me the reality and power in the Blood of Jesus to save the “whosoever will.” The tears began flowing down my face as I repented and prayed a prayer that reached the Throne of God. I felt the supernatural power of God come down into my heart and go through me from head to foot. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was a child of God. He took away every sin and set me free.

I went home that night and began to live the life of a Christian. I started cleaning house right away. I had a closet full of whisky, and I poured it down the sink and threw out my tobacco. From that day on, I didn’t curse my wife as I had before, and I didn’t mistreat my children. The love of Christ was in my soul.

It took more than a sham religion to make me straighten up my past life.

I made restitution amounting to hundreds of dollars. I was glad to do it after God saved me. There was a man I used to hate like a rattle snake. If I saw him walking on the sidewalk, I would cross the street to avoid him. When God saved me, he was the first man the Lord asked me to make restitution to. He said, “What are you going to do?” I said, “Lord, I will humble myself.” I went to that man and asked him to forgive me, telling him that the Lord had forgiven me and saved me. It took more than a sham religion to make me straighten up my past life.

I praise God for the healing virtue in the Blood of Jesus. Many years ago, I was struck on my head in an accident at work. I was taken to the hospital with a clot of blood on my brain. The three best physicians in this city examined me and told my wife they could do nothing for me. They said that the best thing for her to do was to take me home to die. But I thank God that between me and the cemetery was the mighty Son of God. I was paralyzed from my head to my feet. I couldn’t talk; I couldn’t see; I didn’t know any thing. The ministers prayed for me, and about two or three hours later, Jesus touched me and healed me. When the doctor came in, he said it was a miracle that I was healed.

Thank God for a Gospel that has power to save, power to keep you clean and walking upright before the world, and power to heal you when you are sick. The Lord has given me victory over sin all through the years. I thank God for this old-time religion and for all that He has done for me. ‍

Joseph Mosee was a veteran worker in the Apostolic Faith Church for more than half a century. After his conversion, he dedicated his time and strength toward winning souls, traveling back to the land of his birth to witness to his family there. He went to be with the Lord on November 24, 1970.