Sally Damron

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

Some people testify that they came to Portland, Oregon to investigate the Gospel. My parents had never heard of the Apostolic Faith. They knew nothing about a church such as this, but they pulled up stakes in Kansas and came west in search of reality.

My father walked the streets of Portland, investigating the churches in the city. He heard about a little church and said, “I want to see what it is all about.” When he and my mother went, though, he didn’t like it. When the congregation got down to pray he asked my uncle, “How long does this last?” My uncle answered, “It depends on the kind of start they get.” My father said, “I’m going to leave, and I’m not coming back here.” But my parents did come back. I am thankful that the Lord knew how to deal with them.

It was a rugged road they traveled, and they had to feel their way along as they searched for the Lord. But they had some faithful neighbors who helped my mother pray through to salvation. My father held back and did not surrender to the Lord for a while. Then, one night, he was under such conviction that his bed shook. He got out of bed, and on his knees, he prayed through to salvation. Until his dying day, the Apostolic Faith was his church.

I am thankful for the Gospel of Jesus and that I can say I know that Jesus saves. In the days of my childhood, my mother told me the story of Jesus. On Saturday nights she would bring out a picture scroll and show us children pictures of Jesus. One was Christ’s Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem. She also showed us the picture of Jesus on the Cross and told us that this took place just a few days later. How my heart was broken to think that they would do that to Jesus. We then saw the picture of the empty tomb. I am so very thankful that the Lord arose, and that He became a reality in my heart.

I thank God for His Word that touched my heart and helped me to see my need of a Savior. I was just a stubborn teenager when He came into my life and saved me—what a change! It was true that I hadn’t gone very deep in sin, but there was a change in my life. Best of all it has lasted. As I have kept my hand in His, He has been by my side. I thank God for the Gospel and for what it means. Later, He sanctified me and baptized me at the altar in the Portland tabernacle. I can still point to the place where I knelt and surrendered my life to Jesus.

I was just a stubborn teenager when He came into my life and saved me—what a change!

Since I gave my life to the Lord, blessings have been numberless. I cannot forget the miracle of healing the Lord performed for me when he healed me of a large tumor on my body.

Also, there was the time in Grants Pass when my husband was so terribly sick. He was lying on the floor, writhing in agony. At first it seemed that my prayer did not go through. I told the Lord that night, “If I can’t get this prayer through, how can I ever expect to get another answer to prayer?” You know, that prayer went through and the Lord undertook in just a moment of time. I could tell of many, many miracles that the Lord has wrought in our lives. The very fact that I am here is a miracle.

About eight years ago, when it seemed the sun was setting in my life, God commanded the sun to stand still that I might live a little longer to fight the “fight of faith.”

It is five years since the Lord extended my husband’s life by healing him when he was so very ill with malaria and complications in Africa. The precious saints in Africa and all over the world were praying for his healing. The Lord saw fit to raise him up, and add to our lives, these five glorious years together, telling the Story of Jesus.

The Lord has given my husband and me many privileges in the Gospel, but it seems that we have done so little for Him and He has done so much for us. I have purposed in my heart to spend more time on my knees, and do what my hands find to do.

When I read of the devastation in Guatemala, I am so glad the Lord permitted us to go there and distribute literature. There are two fine brothers there who are doing what they can to spread the Gospel. Both lost their homes, but their lives were spared in the earthquake.

I can say that it is grand to be a Christian. I love God with all of my heart. I appreciate the Word of God that is going forth in this place. It searches my heart. I want to be an example and let my light shine, as others have been good examples for me.