Testimony of Earl C. Wafford Jr.

I was born May 17, 1939, at home, in the small town of Dillsboro, Indiana. Dillsboro is located in Dearborn county in the southeastern corner of the state, not far from Cincinnati, Ohio. My dad, Earl C. Wafford Sr., was in the Navy for twenty years, therefore, as a family, we lived in a number of places. When I was just a baby my dad was sent to Central America to the country of Panama where he served aboard the USS Mallard (ASR 4). My dad was a «Master Deep Sea Diver» aboard the Mallard which was a submarine rescue ship. Deep sea divers were affectionately called, «Hard Hat Divers.»

My mother (Leota), my two sisters (Shirley & Mary) and I were all sent to Panama on a Navy vessel which, while in route, made a stop in Haiti. The countries of the Dominican Republic and Haiti are both on the Island of Hispaniola which is located just south east of Cuba. While in Haiti, my mother took her three children off the vessel and onto the dock where the ship was secured. My mother has reminded me many times that I have been in the country of Haiti …more on that later.

From Panama, my dad was transferred to Washington DC, I was three years old at that time. Before my family went to DC to be with my dad, we went back to Dillsboro for a few months. While we were in Dillsboro, my seven year old sister, Shirley, was run over by a truck and killed.

During the time my dad was stationed in DC, we all lived in the state of Maryland and it was during that time that my mother gave birth to her second son, Thomas Wafford. My dad was a «Deep Sea Diving Instructor» during his tour of duty in DC.

From Washington DC, my dad was transferred to the US Naval Submarine Base in Key West, Florida, where he reported aboard the USS Chanticleer (ASR-7). The Chanticleer was a surface support ship for submarine rescue operations. My dad established a new depth record for deep sea diving, for the United States, while he was on the USS Chanticleer. My dad’s picture is in the 1950, January issue of the National Geographic Magazine, page 56. He is the one on the left side of the picture.

My very first encounter with anything spiritual was when I was about eight years old while we were living in Key West, Florida. My mother took us to a Baptist Church and the pastor of that Church dealt with me and told my mother that I had a good understanding of the Scripture where it related to salvation. The pastor said he had led me to Christ and I had asked Him to come into my heart …I have absolutely no recollection of that event.

My dad retired from the Navy in 1950, after twenty years of service, and we moved back to Dillsboro, Indiana, I was eleven years old.

The next time I had any recollection of anything spiritual was when I was twelve years old. My mother took us to a Methodist Church in Dillsboro and on one particular Sunday morning, the service was conducted by a visiting evangelist. The speaker gave a very clear message on the plan of salvation. I remember him quoting:

Romans 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; —- and —-

Romans 5:12 Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned: —- and —-

Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.

I especially remember him quoting:

John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

I can see that man to this day with his Bible held high over his head with one hand and with his other hand he was pointing to the audience proclaiming those words. I had never been told that I was a sinner and that I was in trouble with God. I have neither forgotten that day nor that message. Many people went forward during the invitation that morning but I did not. I had no real conviction of my condition or of my sins.

Later that same day my mother asked me what I thought of the service, I said, «I thought it was good.» She asked what I thought about all the people going forward and I said, «I thought it was good.» She asked me why I hadn’t gone forward and I just shrugged my shoulders. She asked me if I would like to ask God to forgive my sins and I said that I didn’t care; I had absolutely no conviction of my sins.

She had me pray and ask God to forgive my sins and I did but: she didn’t mention anything about Jesus Christ. From that point on, it was easy for me to call myself a Christian, because my Mother said …»I was a Christian.» I’m sure, if it hadn’t been for my mother, I wouldn’t be a Christian today but; at that time, I was not.

As soon as I graduated from high school (1957), I enlisted in the Navy for a 4 year tour of duty. I was sent to the US Naval Training Center in Great Lakes, Illinois. After my basic training, I went to electrician’s school at the same location, which now includes nuclear training. From there I went to the US Naval Submarine School in Groton, Connecticut. When I completed my training at the submarine school, I was sent to the US Naval Submarine Base in San Diego, California to report aboard the USS Sea Fox (SS402). The Sea Fox was powered by two large diesel engines while on the surface and with two large batteries for power and propulsion while the vessel was submerged.

While I was stationed in San Diego, I went to town where there was a Church sponsored service center where free sandwiches and drinks were offered to the service men. I went in to get my free sandwich but before I made it in, I was taken to a little room where I was asked to say a prayer and ask Jesus Christ to save me. I had a really good laugh when I left that place. I had no desire for Church, I was convinced that Church, or any semblance of it, was for women and children.

I had absolutely no respect for the name of Jesus Christ, you would never hear me use the name “God” in vain: but the Name “Jesus Christ” was just another trash word to me, along with my filthy vocabulary. The Name that is above all names meant absolutely nothing to me. There is no other name given that holds the power that the name, «Jesus Christ» holds and I laughed at the very mention of it.

While I was aboard the USS Sea Fox, my commanding officer asked me if I would like to enter the Navy’s «Nuclear Power» training program and serve aboard a nuclear powered submarine and I accepted the challenge. I had to extend my enlistment for two additional years to get the training.

I was sent to the Navy’s «Nuclear Power School» in Vallejo, California and then to the prototype of the USS Nautilus in Pocatello, Idaho. In 1953, the engineering prototype of the first nuclear submarine, the USS Nautilus (SSN 571), was built and tested in the Idaho desert on the Snake River Plain near Arco, Idaho.

After I had completed my training at the nuclear facility, I was sent to the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I was assigned to the commissioning crew (gold crew) of the USS Abraham Lincoln (SSBN 602). While I was on the USS Abe Lincoln, I was approached by a «religious» man who had me ask God to forgive my sins, once again, no mention of Jesus Christ.

While on the Lincoln, the ship sent out a request for two Scuba diver volunteers and I immediately applied. My dad’s certification as a «Navy Deep Sea Diver» had made him a hero to me and also to many of the people who had known him. Sometime in the early 60’s I became a certified Navy SCUBA diver and later, as a civilian, I became a PADI «Master Scuba Diver Instructor.»

I was discharged from the Navy early in the summer of 1963 at which time my rating was EM1 P2 SS SD (E6). That year I went to work for the Westinghouse Electric Co. in Cincinnati, Ohio and stayed there for only 9 months. I was hired by Procter & Gamble in Cincinnati, in 1964, and worked for them for 32 years.

I was married when I was twenty years old after having been in the Navy for only 2 years. We didn’t have our first child until I was 28. We had two girls, our first (Denise) in ’67 and our second (Dawn) in ’73. After my first child was born I had a deep desire to have her raised in Church. We attended a Methodist Church where I was told that «God was in His Holy Temple.» I soon grew disillusioned with that Church and stopped going after just a few weeks.

I would often stop for a single drink after work and not get home until late that night, after many drinks. I would pull into my driveway and try to recall how I had gotten home. I didn’t remember the route or anything about the trip. I never got into any kind of mind altering drugs, other than beer. I have never taken any marijuana or dope of any kind but that didn’t stop me from having a filthy heart.

My boss, Beckham Wyrick, was a Christian and we had some interesting conversations. I, of course, told him that I was also a Christian. I could tell the world that I was a Christian but I couldn’t look Jesus Christ in the face and tell Him. I called myself a Christian but “I DIDN’T KNOW JESUS CHRIST» and down deep, I knew I was a phony. My boss invited me to attend his Church to hear an evangelist by the name of Bob Harrington, «The Chaplin Of Bourbon Street.”

I went to Church with my boss on a Saturday night to see & hear “The Chaplin Of Bourbon Street.” The Church was “Landmark Baptist Temple” 1600 Glendale-Milford Rd, Glendale, Ohio, Pastor, John Rawlings. There were around 2,000 in attendance that night. I thought the preacher was funny but really thought he was more of a clown than a man of God. When he finally got to the invitation, my boss turned to me and said, «Don’t you think it is about time that you get your heart right with God.» I was quite surprised because I didn’t know that he knew, my heart wasn’t right with God; I certainly didn’t tell him that.

He called someone over and a stranger took me up the aisle to the front of the Church. There was a pretty good group of people there and few personal workers. Harold Rawlings, the son of John Rawlings, summoned someone out of his seat to deal with me. The person who dealt with me, knelt with me at the alter. He put his arm around my shoulders and placed his body weight on me. He had bad breath and he asked me only one question, and that was, “Did you know that the Bible says, ‘What would it profit a man if he should gain the whole world and lose his own soul’?» He said, «Did you know that?» I said, «No, I didn’t.» He said, «Would you like to pray?» I said, «Okay.» He prayed and asked God to forgive my sins. Again no mention of Jesus Christ!

I was stood at the front of the Church with many others who had come forward that night. Many people came by and shook my hand and congratulated me for getting saved. The following Monday morning I was greeted by many Christians at work who congratulated and patted me on the back for trusting in Christ. I thought the world had gone crazy. I was still the same man who had little or no respect for neither the Name nor for the Man, Jesus Christ. I played the game for a few days but I couldn’t pretend to have something that I didn’t have.

I soon resorted back to my filthy mouth and my old ungodly, pernicious ways.

I worked with a Christian man whose name is Fred Cole. Fred had a friend who came to tell him that he was leaving the company to go to Bible College to become a Methodist minister. I told Fred’s friend that I too was a Christian and thought his decision to become a preacher was commendable.

After Fred’s friend left, Fred came over to me and said, «Earl, what you do is your own business but don’t call yourself a Christian in my presence.» I said, “What did you say?» This time Fred put his finger in my face and screamed the words, “Don’t you EVER! call yourself a Christian in my presence!” His face was as red as a beet and the veins in his neck were quite pronounced. I have never in my life hated anyone as much as I did that man, at that particular time. If I had ever had a desire to kill, it was then.

Time passed …now I couldn’t tell anyone that I was a Christian. I was no longer a phony to my friends or to myself about my spiritual condition. I just kept my mouth shut and lived in a deep state of emptiness.

A year or so later, I was talking with another Christian co-worker, Homer Emerson. He was telling me about a pastor in his Church who was teaching «The Book of Revelation.» I had always been interested in the future and I knew the world was unstable in many ways. I had been told by my mother that it would be «As it was in the days of Noah,» (very sinful) she also told me that the Roman Catholic Institution was in the 17th chapter of «The Book of Revelation.»

Since I was interested, I asked where his Church was, and he said, «Landmark Baptist Temple.» I immediately said, «I will never go to that crazy place as long as I live.» He ask me why and I told him about my experience on the night of the revival with Bob Harrington. He apologized and said that he was sorry that that had happened but not to hold it against the Church.

He was as gentle as a lamb with me and showed true concern for my spiritual well-being. I was convinced that he had a genuine concern for my soul. He showed me a full page newspaper ad, in the Cincinnati Enquirer, advertising the teaching series on «The Book of Revelation.» He talked with me everyday about going and I finally gave in and said that I would attend his Church.

The following Sunday, I attended his Church and was very impressed with the message and the teacher, Harold Rawlings. At the end of the service, the pastor started the invitation with a statement, he said, «If you’re saved and know that you are saved, raise your hand.» I thought, «Who in their right mind would do anything as ignorant as that?» Much to my surprise and dismay, the vast majority of the people in attendance had one of their hands raised high into the air. Then he stated, «If you would like to trust in Jesus Christ, come forward, and we will show you how to receive Jesus Christ as your Saviour and know that you have a home in heaven.» I, of course, didn’t move. I left the Church with an empty feeling and still believed that «That Place» was a «Crazy Place.»

I continued to attend Landmark Baptist Temple for a couple months. I really liked the teacher and thought he did a great job. I was learning quite a lot about future events and I was also starting to get under conviction. I would always clench my fists during the invitation and glare at the personal workers as they walked the aisles looking for someone who hadn’t raise his hand. They didn’t come over and talk with me but I watched them like a hawk. I got accustomed to all the people raising their hands and proclaiming their faith in Jesus Christ.

I stopped going to Church for about 6 weeks but gave a lot of thought to what I had been taught. I was again approached by Homer and he asked if I had been going to his Church and I told him that I had not. He was busy on Sunday mornings and couldn’t sit with me. He said that I should attend his Church once again and learn more about «The Book of Revelation.» I asked if they were still teaching that same book and he said that they were. The Book of Revelation has 22 chapters and they took 26 weeks to teach the entire series of messages.

I started back to Church and this time, I really listened. I was taught about the «Rapture of The Church,» «The Great Tribulation,» «The Lake of Fire,» «The Battle of Armageddon,» «The GREAT WHORE of Revelation chapter 17,» «The Antichrist» and many other events that were to take place in the near future. After a few more weeks I was under deep conviction of my sins. I probably would have gotten saved sooner but I would always watch the personal workers during the invitation and not go forward. I remember well one Sunday when I left the Church. I was under strong conviction and knew that the rapture could be at any moment and that I would be left behind. I also knew that I was going to be cast alive into «The Lake of Fire.»

I prayed every day that following week that the Lord would wait just one more week before He instituted the rapture and started the great tribulation. I was under so much conviction that I was almost sick. By now, I knew I deserved to go to hell and I was really frightened. The thing that I wanted more than anything was God’s mercy and His forgiveness. I was determined to get saved the next Sunday in Church. Why I didn’t simply bow my head, at that time, and ask Christ to save me, is beyond my understanding.

The next Sunday, I was in Church and listened to every word of the preacher’s message. At the beginning of the invitation, the preacher, once again, made the same statement, «If you are saved and know you are saved, raise your hand.» I wasn’t saved but I wasn’t going to go forward either, I had done that already and it turned out to be a real mess.

Because of all the anti-God teaching on evolution, I had convinced myself that I was an agnostic, I had a real problem believing in God so it was a real struggle for me to surrender. I resisted for a few moments and then with a plea of mercy, I said, «I will never get drunk again.» With a repentant heart, I raised my hand and looked to heaven with absolute belief and expected to see Jesus Christ Himself, I said, «I buy it.» For a split second there was nothing, …but, then it happened. I was struck by a flash of light that came down from heaven that I actually tried to dodge. I had never felt anything so peaceful and wonderful in my entire life.

I had been saved. I had called on the Name of The Lord and He saved me. His name is Jesus Christ and I had called on His name. As wicked as my heart was, the moment that I called on His Name …HE SAVED ME!

I had met the creator of the Universe and He had forgiven ALL of my many sins and «He saved me.» I had been born again and I had received «His Righteousness.» Shortly after my conversion, I followed my Lord in «Believers’ Baptism.» Any time after that, if the statement was made, «If you are saved and know that you are saved, raise your hand,» I would enthusiastically raise my hand to proclaim my faith in Jesus Christ.

This all took place in the Spring of ’69 when I was 29 years old, and, of course, I have not been the same since.

All of the misery I had experienced and all the mishandling by people who didn’t know what they were doing was over. I could have gotten saved years before if the people who dealt with me had known what to tell me to do. His name is Jesus Christ, call on Him and He will save you.

Romans 10:13 For whosoever shall call upon THE NAME OF THE LORD shall be saved.

I John 5:11 And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and THIS LIFE IS IN HIS SON.

After the service was over, I started to shake the hands of the people I knew in the Church. This time, they thought I was crazy. I had a grin on my face that wrapped completely around my head. I thought that every member of that congregation was a saint. I was excited and didn’t care what people thought of me. I was happy! I wasn’t going to hell! I wasn’t going to be left behind at the rapture of the Church! I wasn’t going to go through the great tribulation! I wasn’t going to be cast into the lake of fire! I had been saved! I didn’t deserve it, but I had my sins washed away by the blood of Jesus Christ and I was a brand new child of God!

I witnessed to everyone I knew and to many I didn’t know. My brother wouldn’t come near me, he thought I had gone mad. (My brother has since been saved and has been a great witness for Christ). When I witnessed to people, I told them what I knew and that was what I had been taught from «The Book of Revelation.» I would draw a timeline and explain what was about to take place. Almost immediately after I had passed from death unto life, I started to pray that the Lord would give me a chance to serve Him. I didn’t want to go to the Judgment Seat of Christ without any service to Him.

My dad didn’t get saved until late in his life. He was one mean man but I loved him dearly. My dad was to be operated on and he was very concerned about his operation. I sent a friend of mine, Charles Henry, to speak to him the night before his operation. Charley had a good talk with him and tried to lead him to the Lord, but my dad would not. Charley called me later that night and told me that he had told my dad that he was lost and going to hell. I was delighted, I immediately called another good friend of mine, Carl Burtrum, and asked him to see my dad the next morning before the operation. Carl called me later that morning and told me that my dad had accepted Jesus Christ as his Saviour. I wept with joy.

Not long after my conversion, I was attending Dr. Harold Rawlings’s newly formed class, «The Young Adults Class,» where I heard a message that changed me forever. The guest speaker preached a message on the «Lake of Fire.» He quoted:

Revelation 20:11-15 And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them. And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.

And whosoever was not found written in the book of life

He said that the Scripture proclaims: «Whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.» He went on to say, «If you don’t warn your friends and loved ones, you either don’t really believe that part of the Bible, in which case you are a hypocrite or you do believe that part of the Bible and simply don’t care that people are going there.»

During the invitation the preacher said, «If you care, come and ask God to give you a burden for the lost.» Well, I cared, I really cared! I knew the Word of God was true. This time I didn’t hesitate, I left my seat and hurried down the aisle. I prayed that the Lord would use me to win people to Him, my Saviour & my God, Jesus Christ.

Soon after that time, because I was seen at Church on almost all occasions, I was asked to teach a youth class. I consented and spent the next 23 years teaching young people the Bible but most importantly, I taught them how to get saved. This I knew and I wasn’t going to mishandle them the way I had been mishandled. I led everyone of them to Christ. I didn’t say they all got saved, I said, «I led them all to Christ.» If they didn’t get saved, it wasn’t my fault.

I’ll tell anyone who is reading this testimony: If you don’t know Jesus Christ, you don’t know God and if you don’t know Jesus Christ, God doesn’t know you.
The man who spoke those words to me is now one of my best friends. I LOVE HIM. He had the guts to tell me the truth. Many Christians will willingly let their friends go to hell without a word. Fred Cole now owns a furniture store: Cole Furniture, 710 North High Street, Mount Orab, Ohio 45154. (937) 444-4070.

I know Christians who will show you every sweet verse in the Bible but they won’t tell you the «Whole Counsel of God.»

Acts 20:26-27 Wherefore I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men. For I have not shunned to DECLARE UNTO YOU ALL THE COUNSEL OF GOD.

Landmark was involved in a large bus ministry and we ran large numbers. Some Christians don’t like to talk «numbers.» They think it is wrong to get hung up on numbers …well let me tell you something brother, each one of those numbers represents a soul and if you aren’t concerned about numbers, you simply aren’t concerned about souls. There are those who are determined to sow sparingly and they will reap sparingly as a result. No apologies my friend, just the plain truth.
A person could trust the souls of their children, in my care, to be taught the truth. We ran large numbers and I never was satisfied and I still am not satisfied. Over the 23 years that I taught young people, we won them to Jesus Christ by the thousands. The reason we didn’t win more is because we didn’t do the job we should have done.

After just a few months of teaching the youth, I started a tract ministry. I would give each student a bundle of Chick Tracts. (Tracts produced by Chick Publications). I put 20 booklets in a set and wrapped a rubber band around each bundle. Each one of the booklets was a different tract with a separate message. I encouraged the students to take the booklets home and let their entire families read them. I told them to take them into their neighborhoods and let the kids who lived on their streets read them. I encouraged them to send them to someone in prison to read. I encouraged them to take them into their schools for their friends to read …and they did.

I asked the young people to report back with what they had done with the booklets. Some would say that there were 20 kids on their street and at least 16 of the kids had read the booklets. Other kids weren’t allowed to attend our Church and they would ask for a set for themselves. We gave the students a set for just that purpose.

I met a Sunday School Teacher and told him what we were doing with the tracts. I gave him a set and told him to give them to his family and see what his own kids would do with them. I followed up later and asked how his kids liked the booklets and he said that his kids said, “Dad, we have seen these before, we find them all over our school.” I was thrilled because I knew they had come from our class.

We gave those booklets out for over 22 years and have gotten them into the hands of thousands of people. I talked to the young people about the tracts each and every week and encouraged them to pass them out.

I saw thousands of young people get saved over the years and it was “nothing that I did” except that “I presented Christ” and He did the rest. How can anyone boast about that? That is what we are supposed to do. “If I be lifted up, I WILL draw all men unto myself.” What an absolute privilege I had all those years.

After I got saved, I was determined to make Church fun for my family. Both of my daughters married saved men and both love their husbands and both love their Church. My kids loved going to Church camp, they went every year and my younger daughter, Dawn, went twice in the same year. I was very strict in many ways but they had all the freedom they wanted as long as they stayed within the boundaries that I set. They could go anyplace they wanted as long as I knew where they were and I first approved. They had to have decent friends and I had to meet them …and I always liked them. All their friends were good kids. I didn’t believe in «grounding them,» if I did it was for only short periods. I dealt with them as soon as there was any kind of a problem …and then it was over.

I had many chances to lead my kids to Christ but I didn’t, I wanted their conversion to be real, I wanted them to be under real conviction and they both were under strong conviction when they got saved. My older daughter, Denise, asked me to “save her” many times and I told her that I couldn’t that only Jesus Christ could save her. Many months later, she got saved at her school (Landmark Christian School) during a devotional and cried for about 20 minutes. Her teacher was really concerned because she had gotten so emotional, but I was overjoyed. I probably should have led her to Christ, but I didn’t.

I led the fellow who married her, Steven Wagner, to Christ. He too was under deep conviction when he got saved. Both of my son-in-laws love the Lord and both are a credit to the faith. Steven Zeinner Jr. married my daughter, Dawn, and his dad, Steve Zeinner Sr., was the director of the «Bearing Precious Seed» ministry in Milford, Ohio. I am very proud of both of my son-in-laws. I have allowed both of them to raise my grandchildren, Caylea, Evan & Adalee Wagner and Isabella & Sophia Zeinner.

I believe in tough love, I believe that if you let your children ‘step on your toes,’ when they are young, they will ‘STEP ON YOUR HEART,’ when they are grown. I believe that your children pretty much become just exactly what you allow them to become.

I love my grandchildren as much as I did my own children. There are only two people in the world who have a right to call me “dad” and there are only five kids in the world who have the right to call me “grandpa” and every time I hear those words, I am absolutely thrilled.

Another ministry that I was involved in was “Preaching over the CB (Citizen Band) Radio.” I preached thousands of little mini messages over the CB. Messages such as “The Terrible Text.” and “I’ll Be In Hell With All My Friends.” I got others started in the same ministry who have preached a thousand more messages, over the CB, than I have. They have had much fruit.

Prior to the United States invasion of Iraq in the first Gulf War, Iraq’s president-at-the-time Saddam Hussein became widely known for his claim that a U.S. attack on Iraq would result in «The Mother Of All Battles.» I was very concerned that many of our service men would lose their lives in this battle.

Before the start of Operation Desert Storm, I started a campaign to reach military men and women for Christ. A letter, along with a gospel tract, was sent to over 30,000 men and women of the Armed Forces. The addresses were obtained from many sources such as: recruiting stations, Ann Landers, friends in the military and Military bases… etc. The letters were addressed to ANY SOLDIER, ANY AIRMAN, ANY SAILOR, or ANY MARINE along with the appropriate address. The letters were read by many and the responses were great. There was a report that some Chaplains were kept up all night leading young men and women to Christ. Don’t ever stop being a witness for Christ.

What follows is a copy of the actual letter that we sent to our men and women of the armed forces:

Dear Friend:

There is only one reason I would ever send anyone a letter such as this, because of the URGENCY of the day and because «I CARE.» I care what happens to you now, and I care what happens to you eternally. I am asking that you read this letter and enclosed Gospel Booklet as if your «SOUL’S SECURITY» depends on it, BECAUSE IT DOES.

The unstable conditions of the world (the threat of almost certain combat with high tech weapons, chemical warfare, and terrorist activities) leave us with an uncertainty of our future and possible death at every turn.

There is one thing that is truly certain about the future and that is this; Hebrews 9:27 And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this THE JUDGMENT. Revelation 20:15 And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire. John 3:16 For GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD, that He gave His only Begotten Son, that WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

The Word of God says, I Timothy 2:5 For there is ONE God, and ONE Mediator between God and Men, the MAN Christ Jesus; Who gave himself a ransom for all, to be testified in due time. John 14:6 Jesus saith unto him, I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE: NO MAN COMETH UNTO THE FATHER, BUT BY ME.

Regardless of what you have been taught, there is only ONE WAY to God and that is through His Son, Jesus Christ. This excludes any other man, woman, or saint and/or anything else including your religious beliefs. If you don’t know Jesus Christ, YOU DON’T KNOW GOD. If you don’t know Jesus Christ, GOD DOESN’T KNOW YOU.

Many people believe their good works will help get them into heaven or that as long as their «GOOD» outweighs their bad, they will be okay. This is simply not so. Ephesians 2:8-9 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: NOT OF WORKS, lest any man should boast. Romans 3:23 For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the GIFT OF GOD IS ETERNAL LIFE THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.

I mean no malice, my only prayer is that you know the truth and that you act upon it. John 8:32 And ye shall know the truth, and THE TRUTH WILL MAKE YOU FREE. Don’t take a chance with your soul, God didn’t. He sent His Son that you might have life. John 3:36 He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.

Please read this letter and Gospel Booklet and pass them on to others. If you would like more of these Booklets, my address is:

NOTE: I received many letters of appreciation from the service men & women who received this letter and gospel tract.

More about Haiti: I was in Haiti as a little child and had been reminded of that many times by my mother. I had the privilege to hear a black Haitian pastor, Jean Berthony Paul, speak and I really liked his message and I loved the man. After he spoke, I told him that I had been to Haiti as a child and he immediately replied, «You must come back to Haiti.» I, more or less jokingly, said that I would love to. One thing led to another and to make a long story short, I went there twice. The first time I had the privilege to speak to around 2,000 souls. The second trip, I spoke at an eight day city wide crusade and we had around 5,000 in attendance each night, I spoke 6 nights. I led all of them to the saving grace of Jesus Christ. I didn’t say they all got saved, I said I led them all to Christ. Again, I say, «If they didn’t get saved it wasn’t my fault.»

The needs of the ministry of Pastor Jean Berthony Paul and his staff are great and there is really no other way for his needs to be met outside of the willing hearts of other Christians. I have listed many of their needs below, just click on «MENH’s Haitian Ministry — Expenses & Needs.» Ask the Lord to give you a burden for the souls of Haiti and support «Pastor Thony» in his tireless endeavor to reach Haiti for Christ.

I started this web site to lead and win people to Jesus Christ and to encourage others to do the same. Some people come to our «Bible Believers’ Open Forum» with an agenda. Some run people off who come with a sincere heart. Others should be run off when they have a hatred for the pure preserved word of God or they claim that salvation is mixed with works and/or water baptism. Most of the people who contribute to the forum have a sincere heart and are truly concerned for the souls of the lost …they are my friends.

BibleAnswers.US is an excellent resource for Pastors, Missionaries, Bible teachers, Bible study leaders and the sincere student of «The Word Of God.” We are here to serve our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. Our hope and prayer is that you will be able to make use of this material and pass it on to others. Take advantage of this information and use it to glorify Jesus Christ and help us with the mission to edify and strengthen “The Body Of Christ.”

Who are we? Just a bunch of sinners saved by grace seeking to do the will of God and win some of the lost to Him. We will all see someone weeping at «The Great White Throne Judgment» who will point an accusing finger in our faces and say, «You Knew The Coming Judgment Of God» and you didn’t warn me. Don’t criticize us, help us in our endeavor to reach the lost for Him.

I long for «The Rapture of The Church» and «The Second Coming Of Christ» but I fear the «Judgment Seat of Christ.» I don’t talk about the things that I have done to boast but rather to encourage you to do more for the cause of Christ. I also don’t talk about the many things, that I have done since I have been saved, that I shouldn’t have done. I ask God to forgive me for what I have done that may have brought a reproach to the «Name of Jesus Christ.»

I humbly thank God for His Mercy and His Love and for His Son, Jesus Christ, wherein lies the summation of all His Mercy and His Love.

Earl C. Wafford
(513) 307-2584

Вторник, 15 июля, 2014 at 11:07
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