was surrounded by something too pure, too good, and too holy for me to take, I was not qualified to stay in this light, I wanted to run away, but instead the words "Holy, holy, holy" came from my mouth. Something gripped my hands and raised them up. What started out as a shriek turned into some sort of language. I resolved that I would not return to the apartment until I found the truth..
I went to work and there I met a    short African man. I felt the lord prompted me to ask him what church to go to in the course of our conversation he directed me to a church in Sugar land, Life Tabernacle, Southwest, which I went to when I got off work. When I got there was only a couple there and the pastor. I asked, "Is this the true church?" The pastor answered, "Yes, we believe in receiving the Holy Ghost and being baptized in Jesus name. On Wednesday, there were about 60 members present. I sat in the back because of my previous experiences in churches.

As I sat there, watched and listened the people were so friendly and so plain. I came back on Sunday and the preacher asked. " Were you baptized in Jesus name?"  I said "Yes, by a preacher in Canada". But I was so excited at the time I didn't know what that preacher had said

over me. I later found out that I was baptized in the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. But when I read the book of Acts to find out how the New Testament church baptized, I found Acts 2:38. I also read Matthew 28:19. A small voice said to go back to the Word and the name. There is only one name! The Father has a name, the Son has a name, and the Holy Ghost has a name. What is it? When I returned to church on Wednesday, I wanted to be baptized. Sunday morning in late November of 1988 it happened. I felt so good, I loved it, but I thought I needed more.
It took me 8 long months to get tongues (as God gives the utterance). I did everything; I jumped, shouted. I felt eventually that I wasn't good enough. Everyone was getting it all around me. I decided that next Sunday would be my last night. I went to the altar by myself and a few saints prayed with me. Discouraged, I begin to visualize Christ brought before Pilate and how he was beaten. A door opened and the robber was brought out. He wasn't expecting to be set free. He looked at Barrabas, and Pilate said, "Go, this man had replaced you. Suddenly a voice spoke and it dawned on me that I was that robber and I had been set free, but I give you power to know what to do, how to stand on your feet. Immediately; I am Barrabas, I am free, but I don't know where to go. Then the Holy Ghost came upon me, I opened my mouth and tongues came forth--I spoke in tongues, just like that! 
I felt like I possessed what it takes to be with Christ, I am not afraid anymore! I became a full member of the church. I buried myself in studying and praying. The friend that I lived with had become a Buddhist, and left the apartment on a visit to New York. All the idols that he left I threw into the trash! When he returned and asked about his idols I said, "Let them speak for themselves!"  My friend never said another word.
I contacted my parents and told them that I was saved. My father's reaction was just so you' re safe.  Through prayer I felt in a dream that they told me there was a contract out on me, for when I was a child my grandmother was an idol worshippers, She washed our face in some kind of water. She told me I was married to them and would not let me go. Though young in Christ I felt that I really fought for a long time.  I would stay awake praying, going