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  • July 11, 2014 - Reflections

    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...




My Journey: A Joyful Conclusion

By Marie Dissmore
Oct. 13, 2013

Editor’s note: “My Journey” regularly highlights first-person experiences shared by Pentecostal Evangel readers. Marie Dissmore’s submission comes from her written thoughts left behind for her family when she died in 2012, thoughts that echo a Pentecostal Evangel article she penned in 1969. ?Selections from both follow below.

2012

I have lived a fulfilling life. I have had joy, happiness, sorrow, grief and pain. I have felt God’s presence in all the good times and bad times.

I have known the love of a husband. I have had the pleasure of holding my babies, looking into their eyes, and sensing their complete trust and security in my arms.

I have laughed, cried, and prayed a lot, and enjoyed the laughter and friendship only families understand.

I have wept over the coffin of a precious daughter whose life held so much potential. But I knew I would see her again.

I have sat beside the hospital bed of a daughter who was not given much hope of recovery, yet she did recover.

I sat by my husband’s bedside, not knowing whether he would live or die. It was 9/11, all planes had been grounded, yet the children began driving from West Virginia, Florida, Indiana and Wisconsin to join hands and pray around his bed. He survived, although the doctors had not given him hope of recovery.

I remember the 1,000-mile nonstop trip we took to be at our son’s bedside when he was hit head-on by a drunk driver in the West Virginia mountains.

I remember the pride we felt after flying to Los Angeles to witness the promotion of our son to major in the army.

We wept with our daughter when she buried her infant son next to our other daughter on the day that would have been our late daughter’s birthday.

All of these things fade away in light of the fact our children love the Lord and are serving Him, which is of utmost importance.

When I was just a little girl lying in bed, I remember thinking, What if? What if I would grow to be an old lady, and somehow I had failed to accept Jesus as my Savior, and would die and go to hell? The thought was so devastating. The first opportunity I had, I went to the altar and accepted Jesus into my heart.

Facing death, I am so thankful I made that decision for Christ many years ago. I’m thankful Christ’s cleansing blood washes all sins away from those who repent.

The saddest thing in life is seeing so many who are unconcerned about their eternal destiny and are lost and going to hell. My heart aches and cries for them. How I wish and pray that more would turn to Christ, so they could enjoy the wonders of heaven for all eternity.


Pentecostal Evangel, May 18, 1969

Her Sons Led Her to Christ

As Cecil LaBine viewed the body of a dear Christian lady in the funeral home, he couldn’t help but notice an inner happiness on the faces of her children. Intermingled with their sadness was a deep sense of thankfulness and joy because their mother had gone to be with Jesus.

Cecil’s heart grieved as he thought of his own mother who wasn’t saved. When Cecil and his brother Forrest were small, they often had to go to a tavern when they wanted to see their mother.

How the boys had prayed that their mom would accept the Lord before it was too late. Often they asked her to come to church, only to hear her say, “It’s too late! I’ve gone too far.”

It was during revival meetings that Mom LaBine finally attended church. One night at the close of the service Cecil could sense that the Spirit of God was dealing with his mother. As he put his arms around his mother, she wept on his shoulder and he asked, “Mom, would you like to give your heart to the Lord?”

“Not now,” she replied, “I want to be sure. I don’t want to backslide.”

The following day was the final night of the revival. Although Cecil wanted to talk to his mother again, he decided to go to the altar and pray for her.

While kneeling at the altar, Cecil felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his mother. She had come to receive Christ. Words cannot express the thrill he felt as he prayed with his mother for her salvation. All he could do was praise God and thank Him for answering prayer.

Mom LaBine later related that she felt if she hadn’t gone to the altar that night, she never would have had another chance to become a Christian.

It was a day of rejoicing when Mom LaBine was baptized in water. Her son, Cecil, assisted Pastor Roger Dissmore in baptizing his mother. Included in the group baptized that day were two of Mom Labine’s grandsons.

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