Excerpt #2 From Lonnie's Book - How Lonnie met the Lord

ONE OF THE bright spots in my young life was my grandmother Naomi. Thank God for her. She was a simple, uncomplicated lady. As I mentioned before, she was my grandma on my mother’s side. She belonged to the First Christian Church. She didn’t really conceive that there were any other kinds of believers other than First Christian. I love her very much. She also had a real strong interest in making sure that I attended Sunday School. She bought me all brand new clothes, brand new shoes, and a white shirt with a little bow tie. Then she marched me down to a little Pentecostal church, (which was the closest church to my house), where the people –– you know –– “Shandala Shandi” –– speak in

tongues, and shout “GLORY HALLELUJAH!!” –– and

things like that. As a child, I thought it was radical and wonderful.

One day they brought me to a little puppet show. It was in a Union Hall on Chapman Avenue in Orange, California. For the first time in my life I really heard the Gospel story. I heard how Jesus died for me and gave His life on the cross –– so that I could have eternal life. Suddenly, I understood that, and went forward to the stage area at this little marionette puppet show. I got down on my knees and accepted Christ into my heart. I was eight years old, and can take you to the very spot, in the very same building where it happened. I was born from above by the supernatural resurrection power of God. It is absolutely the greatest miracle anyone can experience no matter what age they are!