In the past, when I told certain friends that I attended Believers’ Conventions, they looked at me like “What happened to you?” Throw in speaking in tongues, and I dropped off their guest lists.
So I kept quiet, until I got a bad cough. Then it was either the free clinic or the Holy Spirit. I looked for a miracle, because the only hospital I could afford was County.
Fast forward to the ICU where a terrible idea made itself known. I wanted the pain to stop even if it meant dying. I’d coughed up a stone, which tore up my lungs, and with too much painkiller, I might stop breathing. That’s when I heard Kenneth Copeland yelling at me from TV and my notebooks at home.
“Pain is the devil trying to get your attention. That’s not your thought. DON’T HAVE IT. Evil is real, but it’s not true.”
I hung on for fourteen days, until my grumpy doctor who hated working at County, said, “I’m shocked, but you may live.”
Two months later Spirit Food Christian Center appeared all over my radar at a Believers’ Convention, on the Internet, and on Dumetz Road, where I learned:
“Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish…They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flourishing.” (Ps. 92: 13,14)
So when friends ask, “Why do you go to church?” and try to argue me down with a tiring debate, I simply answer, “I’ve got to praise God.”
After that, there’s really nothing they can come back with.
Eda Zahl (S.O.B.I. student)
