I just got a phone call from someone I hadn’t spoken to in 38 years. Kip was a youth pastor at the church my family attended when I was in the 8th grade. As we chatted, we began comparing notes and I realized, Kip was the person who actually prayed with me to receive Christ.
I remembered where and when it had happened (July 15, 1975 at Osage Hills Bible Camp) but I couldn’t remember who had given the talk that night. It was Kip. He shared a message to that group of unruly teenagers. I’m sure he wondered if anything was getting through. It was.
After that talk that I went up and asked Kip what I needed to do to have an assurance of my salvation. He shared the gospel with me and I prayed with him to receive Jesus.
I know the actual date because I still have the Bible where I wrote in the front: “I excepted Jesus on July 15, 1975” Even though my spelling needed some work, that day marked a beginning of a new life for me.
I’m deeply grateful for Kip and his faithfulness to share the gospel with a bunch of teenagers that day 38 years ago. My life will never be the same.