Ken Roe
Testimony of Salvation
I went to Indiana from Tennessee right after I was married. My wife, Freda, was saved, but I wasn’t. After a while, our Aunt Francis invited us to go to Kokomo Missionary Baptist Church.
After attending for a while, I realized those people had something that I didn’t have. I just didn’t understand what it was, but I wanted it. They would testify of salvation with such love.
A revival meeting came and one of the men, Brother Floyd Davis, came so slowly and humbly with tears in his eyes, and invited me to go to the altar. I didn’t go, telling him I needed to understand more.
As I listened to the Gospel, it began to give me this feeling of heaviness and burden. When it would bother me, I would put my mind on an old car I was working on. Every time I would see Brother Davis come, he looked like a road grader coming at me that I couldn’t get around. He was so humble, but every time I wouldn’t seek the Lord.
On Friday night, October 23, 1964 I was at home by myself sitting at the kitchen table, when that conviction again came over me. At that moment I had never felt so alone. In my heart I prayed. All of a sudden, a feeling went over me like never before and that feeling of conviction left and peace came over me.
Being young and unlearned, I didn’t tell anyone about it. One day, the Pastor of the church, Elder Paul Bryson, and his wife came to our home for lunch. After lunch, as we sat in the living room, he asked me about being saved, and I told him about being saved that night at the kitchen table.
After that, my wife Freda and I joined Kokomo Missionary Baptist Church and were baptized on September 5, 1965.
Thank God for His marvelous grace.
