Reinhart Dubs

I want to thank God for the day He saved my soul. I should have been a Christian long before I prayed, because I was brought up in a Christian home. I did not understand sin, though, and I did not know anyone in that community that could tell me of a born-again experience. I was in the hospital and I knew enough to call on God. I do not know what I prayed that day, but I surrendered my life to God. I told Him I would give Him the rest of my life.

It did not take long after that day until I was out of the hospital. I had such a burning hunger in my heart that I knew there was a change. When my friends came around they talked about earthly things, but my heart was restless with what I had inside. I sought for a people that really were Christians, and God directed my way to the Apostolic Faith Church in Portland, Oregon. I was still sickly at that time.

Two of the brothers in the church prayed with me and I received sanctification. I went home and I went to bed, but I could not sleep. Waves and waves of joy flooded my soul. It was wonderful all through the next several days—I just walked with God.

God laid it on my heart to go to Mexico. I prayed about it for several years. I knew that people there wanted to know God, too. He opened the way for my wife and I to go. There is much counterfeit in that land, but God is there, and many hungry souls are there, too. Many times we saw tears running down their faces. The people were happy that someone was there to bring the Gospel story. It meant much for us to go to the country of Mexico.

I have never lost what God put in my heart. He is still with me today, and I want to give the rest of my life to Him.