I was about 8 and we were the children's choir singing on the steps of the platform during a church service. The power and annointing of God hit our little choir and it began to make it's way through the people sitting in the audience like a wave. Then a stronger wave hit our choir and suddenly all of us kids were praying through and the Mommas and Dads came and were praying for us right on the platform. Such a powerful move of God. I also believe that was the service that Chris Levesque was rolling on the floor for about an hour, Chris Helmer, David & Jason Walz, Nikki, Claudia and many of us others were so drunk in the spirit during altar call. Kids and young people were totally slain in the spirit and many people had already gone home. The move of God that night was incredibly powerful for us!
It's probably not my most meaningful.... but I remember the first time I was allowed to take communion. Pastor King was speaking on how our hearts should be right and we should have love for our brothers and sisters. Well I remember crying, telling my mom that I shouldn't take it because I couldn't forgive Jim Nieve for putting his 1/2 finger in my ear....
I do take communion now!
Feet, lots of feet, lots lots lots of them..... underneath the pews.
Fighting with the other girls over who got to be Misty :)
I remember getting the holy ghost at camp with Bro Melvin praying for me.It was also the same night that Isaac got it.Also the night me and Isaac got the baptistry heater broke down so we got a cold baptism!! Good times!!! Good memories
August 5 '90 I got the good stuff and running the aisles every camp
meeting the King Family in February '89 for the first time..when I first moved here
having a picture with Pastor King (me standing on the alter, Pastor King kneeling.. so I could be the same height as him) the day before I got filled with the holy ghost for the first time
Misty Hamel said... I was 4 years old. There was a visiting preacher in town. The evangelist's daughter sat with me and all through the service we pretended we were visitors who did not know the Lord. At the end of the service an altar call was given and we continued play acting by praying as all good sinners should. All of a sudden the pretend stopped and I really was praying. Then I lost control of my tongue and began to speak in a new language that my parents hadn't taught me. I knew even at that young age that I had received the precious gift of the Holy Ghost! What a great memory! My dad was out of town but my mom and I went downstairs to the church kitchen and called him to give him the news. What a great first church memory! It will remain fresh in my mind as long as I am alive and Alzheimer's-free.
Bonus memories - I think around this same time period, my parents left me at church since they both had a car and thought the other had taken me. I was under the stairs with the Walz boys and we were trying to start a fire with the round cardboard sticks that were from the hangers on the coat rack.
Also, when I was 3, Sister Gwen's son dared me to ride my tricycle down the stairs and I did.
The unmistakable prayers of John and Tina Walz, Ann Buckmaster, Una Gooden, and my parents.
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I was about 8 and we were the children's choir singing on the steps of the platform during a church service. The power and annointing of God hit our little choir and it began to make it's way through the people sitting in the audience like a wave. Then a stronger wave hit our choir and suddenly all of us kids were praying through and the Mommas and Dads came and were praying for us right on the platform. Such a powerful move of God. I also believe that was the service that Chris Levesque was rolling on the floor for about an hour, Chris Helmer, David & Jason Walz, Nikki, Claudia and many of us others were so drunk in the spirit during altar call. Kids and young people were totally slain in the spirit and many people had already gone home. The move of God that night was incredibly powerful for us!
It's probably not my most meaningful.... but I remember the first time I was allowed to take communion. Pastor King was speaking on how our hearts should be right and we should have love for our brothers and sisters. Well I remember crying, telling my mom that I shouldn't take it because I couldn't forgive Jim Nieve for putting his 1/2 finger in my ear....
I do take communion now!
Feet, lots of feet, lots lots lots of them..... underneath the pews.
Fighting with the other girls over who got to be Misty :)
I remember getting the holy ghost at camp with Bro Melvin praying for me.It was also the same night that Isaac got it.Also the night me and Isaac got the baptistry heater broke down so we got a cold baptism!! Good times!!! Good memories
these are awesome! keep them coming!
August 5 '90 I got the good stuff and running the aisles every camp
meeting the King Family in February '89 for the first time..when I first moved here
having a picture with Pastor King (me standing on the alter, Pastor King kneeling.. so I could be the same height as him) the day before I got filled with the holy ghost for the first time
getting baptised.. after camp '90
Bro. Cunnigham preaching '96
How could I forget when I was 11 "sleeping under the pew" Bro. Melvin accidentally danced on my finger and the nail came off.
Playing cars with the boys underneath the pews till we were 12.
Getting the Holy Ghost at Arlington Beach. That place was horrible with millions of masquitos and bugs.
When Sister Judith Loyer forced me to go to the altar and pray through.. sweet memories with her.
Sister Charlene being our teacher, and giving us thinking candies before every test. Many good memories with her.
Getting Sister Lois drunk in the Holy Ghost during school hours.
Soo many memories!!
time for a painful memory
there was a church bbq and we had a bike race and my ankle was caught in the wheel/gears..it hurt
Misty Hamel said...
I was 4 years old. There was a visiting preacher in town. The evangelist's daughter sat with me and all through the service we pretended we were visitors who did not know the Lord. At the end of the service an altar call was given and we continued play acting by praying as all good sinners should. All of a sudden the pretend stopped and I really was praying. Then I lost control of my tongue and began to speak in a new language that my parents hadn't taught me. I knew even at that young age that I had received the precious gift of the Holy Ghost! What a great memory! My dad was out of town but my mom and I went downstairs to the church kitchen and called him to give him the news. What a great first church memory! It will remain fresh in my mind as long as I am alive and Alzheimer's-free.
Bonus memories - I think around this same time period, my parents left me at church since they both had a car and thought the other had taken me. I was under the stairs with the Walz boys and we were trying to start a fire with the round cardboard sticks that were from the hangers on the coat rack.
Also, when I was 3, Sister Gwen's son dared me to ride my tricycle down the stairs and I did.
The unmistakable prayers of John and Tina Walz, Ann Buckmaster, Una Gooden, and my parents.
Sleeping under the pew.
Running the aisles every service.
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