Vivian Getti

I stood one Sunday afternoon, in 1911, and heard that God answers prayer. I needed a Savior that day. I was a deep-dyed sinner, a fallen woman, living in this city when it was wide open. Sin had wrecked and blighted my life.

I was born with an awful temper and had spent time behind bars for the crime of attempted murder. From the time I was a little child I often turned white with anger.

I never knew a mother's love, and never had a home after the age of nine. By the age of eighteen I was living a life of sin and shame. The way of the transgressor is a hard one. I know the remorse of that awful life. It left me with a broken heart, and I spent many nights weeping until my face was almost blistered by tears.

Many times I tried to straighten up and live a life of reform, but that utterly failed. Resolutions could not save me. I thought if someone cared, it would surely help me to do better, but no one cared what became of me. Sin had made me a nameless outcast.

The awful disease of consumption fastened on me, and was taking me down to an early grave. I needed encouragement, but did not get it from the world. I needed a helping hand, but no one ever gave it to me. So I drifted on, discouraged and hopeless.

Then I heard the Story of Jesus. I knew I was a sinner doomed for Hell. That day in my room, I went down on my knees before God, and He saved my soul. How I thank Him for the Blood of Jesus that can transform a sinner! Since then, I haven't known what it is to be angry.

Afterward, I did not want anyone to know how I had lived before, but God showed me to confess about my life and testify so that others might know there is hope. I praise God for His great love to me.