It all begins.

After being told that I only had 6 months to live, the doctors were baffled by my recovery process. I found myself attending a Methodists church during this time, and it took everything I had just to walk the three blocks from my house. I wasn’t supposed to be alive, but the illness had left me weak and in need of building strength, so I took every opportunity to carry chairs or help people just to stay active. Eventually, I was sponsored to attend a Tres Dias weekend, although I had no desire to go. Nevertheless, I went. I befriended a man named Brandon, a member of Beloved Church in Lena, IL. folks from this particualr church made up most of the attendance for this event. After experiencing the love of all those who were attending and serving that weekend, and after receiving prayer for anxiety and witnessing that heaviness leave, I didn’t want to go back home! I got connected to the church from which all of these amazing men of God where from and everything went up from there. Three months later, I was baptized in the Holy Spirit and it was on!

• Jonathan W.