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Welcome To
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Introduction by Dianne Olsen: Hello, I
would like to introduce my dad. I have been writing for Strombolis for more
than a one year, and the last few months, my dad has been sharing
stories with me that he has been writing for internet Bible studies. I
quickly realized where my gift for writing came from! My dad has a great
testimony of salvation I hope you will enjoy his story, and his articles, as
much as I have. Darrel’s Story: Hello,
I am Darrel Bird. I have been married to my wife My
story really begins about 35 years ago, I had been an alcoholic for some 17
years, I was working at the time for a company that built modular homes in
Bakersfield Ca., a man came to work there whose wife pastured a small local
Pentecostal church and we became friends, he kept inviting me to church but I
would put him off with “Sure James, one day” it was just the standard way of
getting rid of the request without offending him. I had never met his wife. One
Friday evening about seven, I was already pretty well looped, they came to my
home, and I shoved the beer back into the refrigerator and invited them in. So as The
couple then excused themselves and left so I hauled my beer back out to
continue to drink. I told my wife that I felt “Weird” and ask her what they
had done to me, my answer to that was to get in my car and go to the local
liquor store for something stronger so I came back with a ½ pint of 100 proof
Vodka. I drank that and passed out on the floor. My wife called the Pastor
and said “What do I do now, he has passed out on the floor?” so Sister
Eastwood told her to just let me alone, not to touch me or try to put me to
bed. The
next morning, Saturday I woke up about The
next morning, Sunday, I told the wife to get the kids ready, we were going to
church, that couples church. I hadn’t seen the inside of a church since I was
a kid much. As I sat and listened that Sunday morning I thought “These folks
act like they know God on a day to day basis. That
evening was to be the start of a revival there and so we went that Sunday
night, it was standing room only, and so I stood back against the wall of the
church, well the Spirit of God began to move in that place, folks began
speaking in tongues, a man who had demons was sitting close to the front when
all of a sudden he fell off his chair and began to slither toward the door on
his back like a snake and somebody yelled “Don’t let him get out” and two big
old oilfield Holy Ghost filled Christians jumped right astraddle of him and
folks began to really pray in tongues. I’m
still standing back against the wall thinking about that time “I’ve got to
get out of here!” But before I could bolt for the door a young woman was
slain in the Spirit and completely blocked my path and me being brought up to
be polite I wouldn’t step over her to get out Half of
me was trying to run and the other half couldn’t move. That gal laid there
through the rest of the service. After service when everyone turned into
people again I sort of calmed down. I don’t
remember much of the next week but what kept hanging with me was the idea
that these people talked as if they knew God on a first name basis and they
seemed to care for me and the family so much. As time
went on I read where Moses met God on the mountain, and how god was not a
respecter of persons so I thought “Well, if he is not a respecter of persons
then I’ll just find me a mountain and see” and so I got in my truck and drove
up to the mountains where the mouth of Kern canyon meets the valley floor. I
climbed up there to where I thought it was suitably high enough for God and
sat down and pulled my shoes off according to the pattern of Moses with the
hot afternoon sun on my face and I began to pray “God if you are really up
there I need to know it” all of a sudden the Lord did speak to me, he said “I
have seen you, go your way” well sir, that scared me silly for I knew that my
maker had spoken and I got the heck out of there. How did I know? Well, you
just know! No, he didn’t thunder down in a loud voice, but he thundered to
the very depths off my soul. About a month later I received the baptism in
the precious Holy Ghost. In
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