My father’s family helped to start the first Pentecostal church in Western New York.
My family attended the local Methodist church every Sunday morning when I was growing up. My mom played the organ and my dad taught the adult Sunday school class. Church life was in our blood and in our very DNA.
When I was 7, my father decided that he wanted his family to experience the power of the Holy Spirit in the church setting. So, although we continued to attend the Methodist church every Sunday morning and serve there, we also began to attend Sunday evening services at the Assembly of God church in a neighboring community.
Instead of staying at home and watching Lassie or The Wonderful World of Walt Disney on Sunday evenings, we went to a church where the power of the Holy Spirit was moving and alive.
We drove to this Pentecostal house of God through blizzards and through thunderstorms. Weather didn’t keep us home … weariness didn’t keep us home … homework didn’t keep us home … and holidays didn’t keep us home.
We went to church! It was who we were and what we did with our lives. There was no whining involved … no questions asked … no excuses given.
The Sunday night service began at 7 p.m. with a lively song service, but that was only the beginning! The evening wasn’t complete without vibrant testimonies, a Bible-based sermon, and then it was time for the gifts of the Holy Spirit to move. I remember that most Sunday nights, we lingered at the altar until 10:30 or later. God was there … He was real … He spoke even to children!
I received the baptism of the Holy Spirit when I was 8 at that precious Pentecostal altar.
No matter how late we arrived home from Sunday night service, all three Burton children went to school on time on Monday mornings. The call to honor God with our lives went beyond the altar and into the everyday.
When it was time for college, God made it abundantly clear that I was to attend Oral Roberts University in Tulsa, Oklahoma. ORU was a place where the Holy Spirit was recognized as a vital and life-giving force.
ORU was a place of worship, of prayer, of hearing God’s voice and of dynamic and Spirit-led challenge! And I was there!
I met the man of my dreams at ORU, and we have served the Lord in charismatic churches across the country for 38 incredible years! What a rich honor to be chosen to love the people of God who are simply hungry and thirsty for more of Jesus.
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