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All of a sudden he cried out, "Yes, it's Jesus! You're my Saviour! You died for me! I
believe it. I take You as my Saviour."
Not only was his hand pounding the floor, but he began to bang the floor with his forehead.
It was not long until the peace of God flooded his whole heart, soul, and being.
He stood up, and, as one in a trance, with his hands lifted, he looked over the congregation,
then up at Rev. Adcock and said, "You're beautiful!" He looked up at Rev. Emery and said,
"You're beautiful!" Then he said, "I've got to go and tell my parents. My father's in his eighties. I
don't know what they're going to do."
He did tell his brothers and sisters. They said they never wanted to see him again. He was
figuratively buried for dead, but they said they would never tell his eighty-four year old father, for
they knew it would hasten his death. He was excommunicated from his family and never allowed
to go home again. Solomon was sanctified in April, 1972. The Lord gave him a Christian bride;
they were married in November. His letters are radiant with the love of God and his desire to
serve Him. Both parents died. He was not notified.
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22
"UNDER THE PASSOVER BLOOD"
I was staying for a few days in a parsonage in a little Pennsylvania town. I had asked the
pastor's wife to visit the Jews in a nearby city with me that day.
The first place we approached was a furniture store. We found the owner of the store very
gracious, a fine Jewish man, one-hundred percent a gentleman. He was educated to be a rabbi and
his wife was the daughter of a rabbi. We discussed the claims of the Lord Jesus Christ. He listened
very attentively. When I was ready to leave I gave him a little New Testament, for which he
warmly thanked me.
From there we went to many more Jewish stores. One was an auto supply store. There we
had quite a congregation to witness to, including a policeman. The Lord marvelously helped.
there."
As we were going back to our car we passed a tavern. The Lord whispered, "You go in
I thought. "O I can't. What if the rabbi or some of the others see me?"
The Lord said. "Go in there."
I said to my friend, "The Lord wants me to go in there to witness."
"O," she said, "I've never been in such a place before."