SALVATION TESTIMONIES OF
MCFERRIN MISSIONARY BAPTIST CHURCH MEMBERS
October 2025


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Testimonies compiled for this project
By Janet B.

Nancy June D.
The Steps in my House Age 10 I had sat through a week of listening to Bro. McClard preach about hell, and I had realized I was lost on that Wednesday. I was too prideful and scared to go to the altar and pray, so I would bury myself in a songbook and think of anything that wasn't God related. On Saturday morning, I was getting ready to go to my cousin's birthday party when my Mom and I got in a fight and she finally blurted out, "Do you want to pray?" I said, "Yes" and we prayed on the steps for about 30 minutes. I knew what to do but I couldn't let go of things like my friends and family. The burden felt like I was having a hot flash that would never go away. Finally, I gave it all up; all I wanted was to be saved and go to Heaven when I died. When He saved me, there weren’t fireworks or music, there was peace and I promise to this day, that it was the brightest day of my life.

Troy E. In My Bed Age 10
I began feeling that I was missing something on the car ride home. I remember asking my parents if they were saved and being a child and not overly loud they didn't hear me. Then I was very concerned and worried. I prayed in my bed that night and gave everything I had up to God and He saved me. That was the most comforting peace that I have ever felt. The devil did his best and I didn't tell anyone that I was saved until I was 15. I know my parents were worried that I never went to altar calls, or even mentioned anything. One night at a revival they had an altar call and they wanted me to go up there; I got up to go for them and instead told my Dad that there was no need. I told him when and where I got saved. It is great to know that I have a time and place.

Sasha G. July 23, 1997 Brattontown Missionary Baptist Church Age 13
I realized I was lost at age eight. I remember that night as well as I remember the night I was saved. My cousin had told she had gotten saved and I went to my mom and asked her what being lost felt like. She talked to me for a while but I already knew I was. I was scared, afraid, and knew if I died I would go to hell. I was lost for 5 years going to every revival and church service my parents could take me to and after a while I was simply going through the motion. On July 23, 1997, things went a lot differently, the service (revival) had ended for the night and I was walking out the door looking for my twin sister and when I found her she was telling everyone on the porch she had just gotten saved. I knew then that I couldn’t live an eternity without her. So I fell to my knees on the bottom steps of the church and prayed and pleaded for God to please save me! When I looked up the lights from across the street were so bright and I felt a peace like I had never felt before. I knew the Lord had saved me. I cried with joy with my sister and parents, we drove to my grandparents’ home. We woke them up and told them we both had been saved. We all rejoiced, and cried. I then joined Brattontown church the next day and was baptized. I later moved my membership to Antioch and then to McFerrin.

Bobby G. August 1944 Beasley's Bend School Building in Rural Smith County on Rome Road Age 13
There were 13 saved that day including my oldest brother. Bro. Calvin Gregory and Bro. F. W. Lambert had borrowed church pews from some other church and put them in the one-room school building where I attended school. In those days, there was no electricity and no air conditioning. We had to use Aladdin kerosene lamps. On the third Sunday in August 1944, they started a two-week revival. At that time, they would have preaching and singing and prayers for about three days before they would have an altar call. During these three days, I realized I was lost. It seemed to me that every word they said was directed to me. On Wednesday of the revival, they had an altar call. I knew I was lost so I went to the altar and probably went another four or five times 98 before I was saved after listening to the good sermons and all the prayers and all of the old songs, by all of the faithful Christian people. When the Lord reached down and lifted me up, it seemed like I was out in space floating around with beautiful lights all around. When I realized what was going on I was standing up with people shouting everywhere. Even though I did not shout, my burden was gone and I felt peace. The Lord has been so good to me. I have failed Him many times when I would get away from God for long periods of time and I would start doubting my salvation. When I would get in touch with Jesus, He would always send me back to that August night. I was baptized in Dickson Creek by Bro. Calvin Gregory after joining Mace's Hill Missionary Baptist Church in August 1944 and stayed there until August 1960 when I joined New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church. In 1969 the Lord saved both of our children while at New Bethel. He has been very good to us. I am very thankful that the Lord brought us to McFerrin Missionary Baptist Church. We love the church and the pastor, Bro. Carver, and all the members very much.

Ruth G. 1943 Hillsdale Baptist Church Age 10
In September of 1943, I realized I was lost. They were having a revival at Hillsdale Baptist Church, which was about a mile from Hillsdale School. The school would dismiss anyone who wanted to go to the revival. On Friday I walked with all the other children and went to church. I went to the altar and was saved that day. That afternoon my brother and sister rushed home to tell my parents thinking, I would be in trouble for leaving school. But all I could think about was my burden and that troubled feeling was gone. I knew I was saved!! I joined Meadorville Church in October and was baptized by Bro. W.T. Russell.

Brenda H. August Revival New Bethel Age 11
It was during the August revival at New Bethel (the old building) with Bro. Russell and Bro. Vanderpool preaching. I was a little eleven year old girl sitting beside my Mother listening to the preacher who seemed to be speaking directly to me and it was one of those HOT old time sermons that Bro. Russell was so good at giving. As he preached, I began to really listen and began to squirm, got very scared and knew for the very first time that I was lost and would not go to Heaven if I didn’t ask God to forgive my sins and save me. As soon as the invitation was given, Mother asked me if I wanted to go to the altar to pray and I said YES! I remember praying so hard and nothing happened. I went back to the altar the next day and continued to pray when finally I just said God I don’t know what else to do, please save me and with that, peace came and the burden was lifted as if a huge weight had been taken from my heart. I sat there a few minutes not knowing if that was it when I heard someone say, I believe she’s been saved. My Mother asked me if anything had happened and I told her about the burden being taken away, that’s when I understood what had just happened and that God had just saved my soul. After telling about being saved, I remember rejoicing in my heart and wanted all my friends to be saved too; several were during that revival. At that revival, I joined the church and was baptized in the creek, off Old Springfield Pike, Goodlettsville, TN by Bro. W. T. Russell. My experience seems like so many others who are blessed to have grown up in church and had good Christian parents who always took them to church and revivals. We were taught about being saved and 111 knew that when God touched our heart, we would know the meaning of being lost and what we must do to be saved. Thank God I was one of those children and God heard my prayer!

Terry H. 1963 New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church Age 21
I was saved in 1963 when I was twenty-one years old at a revival at New Bethel. I was not raised in a Missionary Baptist church, so I didn’t know about getting saved, and had never heard that kind of preaching. I thought that if I believed in God and what the Bible taught, that I was all right. I would go to church with Brenda just to be with her. We married in June of that year and I would go to church with her but never got under conviction. Some of the ladies in church would ask me from time to time if I was lost, and I would always say NO. One night during the revival, Bro. W. T. Russell was preaching and I thought he was talking directly to me. I had no intention of going to an altar in front of all those people, but I could not help from going. When the invitation was given, it was like someone had me by the hand and leading me to the altar. I went to my knees and begged God to save my soul. It seemed like I was on the altar for an hour. I remember thinking that God would not save a sinner boy from West Nashville, so I got up off the altar and went out and sat on the church steps. I had only seen one other person get saved; she jumped up and shouted when she was saved, so I thought that would happen to me. I don’t know the exact moment I was saved, but it happened sometime between when I left the altar and sat down on the steps. I felt no burden at all and felt really good, but I still thought I didn’t have what Marsha got. On the way home, Brenda asked me how I felt and I told her that I didn’t have a burden and felt good, but I didn’t know if I had been saved. We talked about it and I realized everyone would not feel the same. I thank God for my salvation and giving me a wonderful Christian wife that insisted I go to church with her. And, I thank God for my salvation.

Ashley L. Summer of 1997 At home in Bed Age 12
When I was a 12-year-old girl, I was taking gymnastics in Rivergate, which was almost an hour from our house. We came home late I THINK on a Thursday night, and we went to bed as normal. Now, I’m an only child and that information helps you understand a little better, but I was a bit . . . spoiled, I guess. Please don’t judge me, but my Mama still slept with me and had my whole life. Anyway, I remember lying there with her holding me and crying and praying for the Lord to save my soul because I knew, if I died, I would go to Hell. She says she could remember feeling me shaking and crying. I was trying so hard to be quiet because I didn’t want her to know. That was a terrifying feeling, and I remember very clearly thinking, “Everyone says they just basically say they will do absolutely ANYTHING that the Lord wants them to do so I guess that’s all I have to do.” Well, I said that over and over and over in my mind, “Lord I’ll do anything. ANNYTHING Lord.” Like I was trying to bargain, beg, or negotiate with Him, but nothing was happening. Finally after who knows how long, I got absolutely willing way down deep in my soul to honestly do ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING He wanted me to do whether it was die and go to Hell or anything else if He would just save me. In that moment, the sweetest peace I’ve ever experienced flooded into me. I no longer had that scared, sick feeling, and I was so excited. I rolled over and told Mama that God had just saved me. She was so excited too. It is such a sweet memory. She asked if I wanted to go tell Daddy, so we did. I told them they couldn’t tell anyone though. Looking back, I’m not sure why. Probably some sort of stupid embarrassment that the devil put on me. A few months later, or maybe a year, they played the “Days of the Week” song. During this song, everyone stands up on the day of the week that they got saved, and I, for the first time EVER stood up. For some reason I didn’t write the date down, but I always stand up at the end whey they say, “It was on a great day.” I’m 99% sure it was on a Thursday, but I don’t know for sure, so I’ll just stand up on the great day part. When I was 14, I believe, they played a song during revival and I KNEW that the Lord was showing me I needed to join the church. He 165 basically grabbed me by my heart and pulled me up there. I told my salvation experience, and they baptized me in the creek behind Mrs. Beatrice Kemp’s house in Pleasant Shade. It was the most beautiful experience coming up out of that water. Nothing in my soul changed that day, but when I came up out of the water everyone knew I was one of God’s children that day and I’ve worn that badge of honor ever since.

Scott L. Spring 2006 Driving in Chattanooga Age 21
During my sophomore year of college at University of Tennessee Chattanooga, I had a World Civilization professor who was an atheist. He used his class as a platform to “preach” his thoughts and ways. He challenged my Christian upbringing. I was raised in a United Methodist Church but had never had a moment when the Lord spoke peace into my heart or I became full of the Holy Spirit. I began to challenge the Lord and asked for Him to prove His existence to me. What He ended up doing was giving me the knowledge I needed to realize I was lost. While driving home one night I finally got to a point in my conviction to where instead of trying to get the Lord to come to me, I began begging Him to come to me. In an instant I gave myself over and my perspective changed. At that moment I became at peace and have not wavered since.

Jan M. July 1969 Old McFerrin Avenue Baptist Church Age 6
We were having our Summer Revival and this was the 2nd Sunday of the revival. I don’t remember who was helping Bro. A. G. Gregory, but I do remember that he was giving a hellfire and brimstone sermon and that he had used the story of Lazarus and the Rich Man. We haven’t had a revival since then that has had as many lost people coming up to the altar to seek salvation. I had an uncle that died during that week and I remember standing at the grave and looking down at the casket as it was being lowered and the grave was being refilled. Mom kept pulling me back from the edge. Afterward, I was bothered. I had trouble sleeping and I felt like “something” was out there waiting for me. When we came to church that Sunday morning Bro. Gregory preached his sermon and everything he said made sense to me. I remember him giving the invitation and feeling sorry for all the people who were going up. I remember being hit like a ton of bricks with the realization that I shouldn’t feel sorry for them because I was just like them. I was lost too. I wanted to hide, but I was frozen. Evidently Mildred Dillard noticed something and somehow went and got my Mother. I am not clear on those events because I was focusing on my feelings and trying to deny to myself that I was lost, but I was unsuccessful. Mom came up and eventually got me to go to the altar. By the time I went up, the mourners' bench, the front bench on the A women’s corner and one of the other front benches were filled. I knelt down next to the mourners' bench and began seeking God. I don’t know how long I was down there but I do remember Mom telling me that Randy Wilkerson had just gotten saved. I knew that if he could do it I could do it and I was determined to stay where I was until I got saved. I had already told God that He could have my life, if that was what it took, but I was holding on to my family. When I finally turned the control of their lives over to God, I got saved. I felt a peace come over me. When I came out of the church, everything seemed so much brighter and I felt like I could tackle the world. I joined the church that night. At the October Revival in 1970, I was troubled. I couldn’t put my finger on why I was troubled, so I didn’t say anything to anybody. One 182 night before services started two of the brothers in our church were talking about something and one of them suddenly turned to me and asked, “Have you ever doubted that you were saved?” Before I even thought, I answered “No.” It was then, after I had blurted out my answer, that I realized that what was bothering me was not whether I had been saved, but why I was saved. I wasn’t any different than anybody else, so why did I get saved while others hadn’t? As I grew older I began to understand the “why” question I was asking myself, I’ve never questioned my salvation. There’s a thin line; especially for a young child, between the question of “Why was I saved” and letting it grow to the point that someone could doubt their salvation.

Alana M. October 1990 McFerrin's Fall Revival Age 12
In the late 1980's I would visit Springfield Baptist Church Vacation Bible School in the summer. My sister was saved at one of their VBS sessions. After that, the preacher came to our house to visit. I knew at that time I was lost and told my mom I was going to take a nap. I knew he probably wanted to talk to me, too. When I awoke from the nap, I still had the conviction. It didn't matter what I did, it didn't go away. It was October of 1990 when I was saved at McFerrin's fall revival. Brother Kenneth Massey was preaching and I knew that I was lost. When Brother Massey finished we were led to sing a couple of songs. During the singing, I looked to my right and saw Daddy Hollis (Brother Hollis Whitley) walking out from his pew in the "Amen Corner". I felt my heart sink, because I knew he was coming to see me. When he got to me, I was already in tears. He asked me "If you died tonight, where would you go?" I already knew the answer and I replied "hell". At that moment, several others had come by to talk or just say a single statement. My mom came over and we prayed in the pew for a little while. Then, we walked toward the mourners’ bench. I continued to pray and seek God. After a few minutes, I was saved! I stood up, stopped crying and felt a peace about me. Then, we sang "I've Been Washed in the Blood of the Lamb". I knew at that moment, if something were to happen to me that I didn't have to worry where I was going when I died. I am so thankful for God's gift of salvation.

Ricky M. Wednesday, June 18, 1997 Cool Springs, TN Age 17
In the summer of 1997, I had just graduated from high school. I had started going to a local church on Wednesday nights just to play basketball. The name of the church was Cool Springs Cumberland Presbyterian Church. I became really close with a lot of the youth at that church. So close, that they invited me to go on their summer mission trip to Psalm 23 Camp in West Virginia. Psalm 23 Camp was way up in the mountains and in need of lots of repairs. It was a place that held Christian camps for children of all ages. While at the camp, I met lots of wonderful people from all over the United States. All week we did everything together. We worked, played, ate, slept, fellowshipped, and worshipped. As the week went along, I felt empty inside like I was missing something. I knew I was missing God in my life. I needed a Savior. All of those people at the camp were so happy and I wanted to feel that way so badly. After returning from the camp a few weeks later, we had a revival. I had been on the edge of my pew for three weeks because I didn't want to go down front in front of everyone. Finally, I felt like I was literally going to burst open if I didn't go down front. Conviction was so heavy on my heart. So, on Wednesday night, I went down front and hit my knees prayed for God to save me. After maybe 10-15 minutes, my heart was at peace. I no longer felt the pain and emptiness inside. I knew God had graciously saved my soul. I finally had a relationship with my Savior.

Dennis P. June 1985 New Bethel Missionary Baptist Church Age 14
I sought the Lord for at least two years. We were having revival at New Bethel, and I finally got under deep conviction while Bro. Doug Curtis was preaching. I was under deep conviction all day long while I worked with my dad. That night at revival when Bro. Doug started preaching, it was like it was just me and him there that night. I had known I was lost, but before that night, I would go to the altar and try to guess who was talking to me by their shoes. I would typically try to time my visit to the water fountain about the time the singing was starting to 213 avoid the altar call. That night I couldn’t even tell you if anyone was wearing shoes. Before that night I had always tried to bargain. I’d give up this or I’d give up that . . . and that night I just remember crying out that I couldn’t go another night without being saved, and I just laid it all down. That is when the peace came over. There were several times later that I would doubt it, but every time that I would pray about it, God would take me back to that night. I was saved the week of revival, and joined New Bethel and was baptized that Sunday, June 16, 1985.

Courtney P. In a 15-Passenger Van in Colorado 1999 Age 9
I grew up at McFerrin Missionary Baptist and have been there all my life. My grandfather was a deacon and my mother was the first indoor baptism. When I was nine years old my family took an 11-day driving trip to Yellowstone National Park in a 15 passenger van. It was a long and fantastic trip, but I came home different. In our big white van we had a small television that mom had recorded different movies for us to watch. We were watching “School House Rock”, specifically The Multiplication by Two episode as it was showing Noah loading up the Arc with animals by two‘s. Somewhere in Colorado we drove up alongside a car wreck. I immediately had a heavy burden. Right outside of my window they were loading a woman onto a stretcher and I immediately began to cry and pray. I had never had that fear prior to that moment. I had a burden knowing if something were to happen to me I would go to hell. My grandparents, two great aunts and my Mom also prayed with me. I have no idea how long this went on. However, I suddenly felt relief and sat up. I do not remember even wiping a tear, I just had a sense of comfort that I could not explain. That was it, I was saved. I knew about salvation, but at a young age I was not truly sure if that was it. I just knew that I was safe and had no more burden. That experience never went farther than that white van. Through the years I sat through countless services and revivals with loved ones and church members coming to talk to me and check on the state of my soul. I always told them that I was ok and that I did not have a burden. Through many conversations and prayers, I asked for guidance and the Lord always brought me back to that van ride. I am a doer and it felt too easy so I questioned and doubted. I continued to pray for clarity and it was finally so clear that he saved me that day. I then joined the church, McFerrin Missionary Baptist Church and was baptized at age 15.

Joan S. June 1967 McFerrin Baptist Church Age 24
I knew the very moment I was lost. I became so afraid of dying and going to hell. I could not eat or sleep or enjoy doing anything. I paced the floors and would beg the Lord to please save me. This went on for about a week. The following week the revival started, I went to church on the second Sunday of the revival. My sister June came to me and asked me if I was lost, I said yes. I told her the Lord wouldn’t save me because I felt like I was an awful sinful person. As soon as I said that, the Lord saved my soul. That day was a bright sunny day. But when I was saved it was an even brighter day. And I know that I know, that I know, that I know I am saved.

Brad S. October 1981 McFerrin Baptist Church Age 12
The Lord saved me when I was 12 years old. I remember the sweetest peace came over my soul and then almost immediately the devil came on the scene and tried to tell me that I wasn’t saved. So I didn’t tell anybody that night or the next 4 years. I would pray every day and ask the Lord to lead me and do the right things. Then one Sunday when I was 16, Bro. Taylor gave an invitation for membership. When I had come to church that day, I had an easy feeling about myself. I prayed throughout the sermon, and God let me know that I was taken care of and to put the devil aside. So I joined the church that day and finally, publicly, let everyone know that I was saved. And since that day, I have no doubts and look forward to seeing Jesus someday.

Patty S. July 27, 1999 Altar at McFerrin Missionary Baptist Church Age 28
Like many people I had grown up going to church on a regular basis. When I was 12, I professed my acceptance of Jesus and joined my church at the time. I always felt the Lord was in my life. However, when I got married and started attending McFerrin, the questions started creeping into my mind. For several years, I let my head tell me I was okay. I even suggested to my husband that we try another church. Finally, I was very frustrated and prayed to the Lord to help me know if I was saved. I think I knew I was lost, but my stubbornness and pride would not allow me to do anything about it. The third night of revival, Joan Oldham, a woman I respect and love dearly, came up and asked me if I needed to go pray. I just decided that was exactly what I needed to do. It was so difficult to go up to the altar, but once I was there I forgot everything else. I prayed and literally remember saying “Jesus, I am giving it all to you; I don’t know what else to do. Here is my heart, please forgive me.” I was quiet for a few minutes, but I know the peace was there. He saved me and I know that "time and place" I had wondered about for years was really there. I have relived with wonder that moment many times. He cares for me and to know He wants to do that for every person is so amazing.

Elaine S. July 25, 1957 Mace’s Hill Missionary Baptist Church Age 9
It was during the revival when the Lord convicted me of my sins. I made an altar on the front seat of the Amen corner. I was young but I knew if I died at that moment, hell would be my home. I was begging the Lord to save my soul. All that I was aware of was the heavy burden that I had. When I promised the Lord I would do anything if He would save my soul, I heard a voice say, “Get up.” I had never heard that voice before. I heard the voice again say, “Get up.” The next thing that I knew, I was in my Daddy’s arms and my Daddy was shouting. My granddaddy, Daddy Rob, asked me what happened. I told him that the Lord had saved my soul. I didn’t have that heavy burden anymore. I knew if I died right then I would go to Heaven.

Bobby T. Dixon Creek Missionary Baptist Church Age 12
I was nine years old at the time when I realized that I was lost and separated from God and I can recall the exact place. It was difficult for me getting saved, I suppose mainly because I had perceived in my mind of what “being saved” would be like and, of course, it wasn’t that way at all. I sought after the Lord for three long years but only truly called me Him one time. On the day of my salvation, my thoughts were that I was not going to leave church until I was saved regardless of how long it took. Again, I tried everything that I thought would possibly work and finally I said “Lord, I now turn it all over to You, take it all, even my life too, just give me that Home in Heaven!” The instant that I said and thought this was when the Lord saved my soul! I am thankful that I have the blessed assurance of my eternal Home in Heaven with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ when my time comes for me to leave this world.

Reice Ann T. April 1985 My Grandmother’s House Greeneville, TN Age 13
 One weekend in mid to late April 1985, my parents and I went to Greeneville, TN, to spend the weekend with my grandmother. I do not remember why, but my grandmother let me sleep in her bedroom, and she slept on the couch. Saturday night I had a terrible nightmare about hell. The nightmare awakened me, and I knew I was lost. I immediately began to pray, and after praying for about ten to fifteen minutes, I felt like a dead spirit had been pulled out of my body. Immediately Satan came on the scene telling me, “No, that wasn’t it,” so I thought that maybe someone had kicked me. That was a silly thought though since no one was in the bed with me. I tried praying some more, but the burden was gone. I went back to sleep with a smile on my face and a peaceful feeling in my heart. Like many other people, I have doubted my salvation, but when I prayed about it, God always took me back to that same time and place. I know what I received that night at my grandmother’s house was genuine salvation.

Lisa Wh. November 1979 Fall Revival at The Old McFerrin Church Age 18
I was a small child going to church with my grandfather on holidays, and during revivals I noticed what he had in his heart and realized that someday I could have the same. I prayed that when I grew up I would have a Christian home and be part of a family that worshipped God. My prayers have been answered. The man I married introduced me to the church that I am so proud to be a part of. 272 It was the second Sunday of the Fall Revival in 1979 when God saved my soul. Brother Howard Taylor preached the sermon that took me to the altar that day. God sent Sister Laura Shoulders to lead the way. As I sat down on the bench with my dear sweet father-in-law at my side, he began to pray with me. It didn’t take long for me to get the Peace I had wanted for some time. For the next two weeks I don’t think my feet touched the ground. Shortly after that, I went back to the old way of living and began to question my salvation. I don’t think I have ever been so confused or had such heartache. After talking with family and friends, I realized that God had saved my soul and the only perfect thing in this world is His love. I am so thankful for it. As I grow older, each day becomes sweeter. Addendum: I am writing this addendum because I do not ever want to confuse anyone about my salvation or create any confusion for them and theirs. In my salvation experience, I stated, “Shortly after being saved, I went back to my old way of living.” And I did. Let me be clear now. A new Christian must develop the relationship with God immediately after receiving salvation. If not, you are wasting precious time. The devil is there just waiting to intervene and draw you away from the gift God has given you. That is exactly what happened to me. I did not grow up in church and I was ignorant to God’s word, to His ways, and I found myself filled with guilt and sorrow. When I began to attend church regularly, study His word and get involved in Sunday School and Bible studies, He showed me I no longer wanted to live an unsaved sinner’s way of life. That is when the joy of my salvation truly began to grow and the desire to serve Him instead of the world started. I also stated, As I grow older, each day becomes sweeter and sweeter. That still holds true today. When I said it, I had no idea the degree of immense joy that was yet to come. Oh how sweet it is.

Lisa Wi. May 1971 Fortland Baptist Church Age 7
When I was seven years old, I realized I was lost and needed to be saved. I remember going to the altar and asking the Lord to save my soul. As a small child, I was humble and willing to turn it all over to Him if He would save me. I believe this is why it seemed so easy for me to be saved at a young age. At the time I was saved, my older brother had not been saved. The following week he kept trying to convince me that I had not been saved. Although I knew God had saved me and I had that peace in my heart, my brother’s constant questioning made me doubt my salvation. The next Sunday I made my way out of the pew and headed back to the altar. As I reached the altar, I was asking myself, “Why am I here? I have already been saved.” That Sunday morning God reassured me of my salvation and that there was no reason to ever have doubts again.