Last week was one year since I came back to church. It's hard to believe it's only been a year because so much has changed. My life has truly been transformed. I was lost and he came looking for me, pulled me back to where I needed to be, and worked on my wounds while I hesitantly grew roots in a faith I once thought I had to walk away from forever. I remember the moon and stars shining over the church that night as I arrived to evening service. I was shaking and red with anxiety. It was that life-changing; it's ingrained in my memory, the moonlit parking lot. That decision was one that redirected my lifestyle.
How do I explain what it means to be Apostolic Pentecostal? How could I possibly explain the atmosphere of a church service, the worship, the praises of the people, and the sermons spoken with conviction? I don't have enough pages to tell of the miracles, the testimonies, and the transformations you'll find. I know the blind who have been healed. I've seen the disabled walk again. I've seen the addict recover, the people with debilitating anxiety find healing, chains broken, breakthroughs happen, and lives changed. I can feel the presence of God in the church stronger than anywhere I've ever been. There is Holy Spirit fire. There is power. There is revelation.
Perhaps, I feel the difference as distinctly as I do because I haven't always been among these people and I haven't always known truth. I was atheist. I didn't even know God. I was lost. He called me out of darkness. He journeyed with me patiently. He led me to where I need to be. I became a Christian in 2005 at 17 years old. I became Apostolic Pentecostal in 2011. For the steps from 2005 through 2010, check out my blog series on my faith journey. On 2011 January 30th I stepped into an Apostolic church for the first time.