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STATION ONE Subject:
Teens leaving revival @ Citgo Station
From: SisterWOOD
SisterWOOD@aol.com
Subject: Teens leaving revival @ Citgo Station
Hey you guys,
Many of you may have already heard that tape going around called REVIVAL FIRE.
It was made by one of the youth who came to the Brownsville Revival in Spring
Break. In that tape you hear about photos of these kids being hit by the power
of God at a Citgo gas station. The father of one of the boys sent me this testimony.
I have all the photos online if any want to see them. It takes about 2 minutes
to load but they are awesome. Wish I had been there to take them!
Cathy Wood
TEENS OVERCOME BY THE HOLY SPIRIT AT CITGO STATION
On March 29th 1998, we left Pensacola in two fifteen passenger vans, heading home
to Tulsa, Oklahoma. We had just spent Spring Break at the Brownsville Revival.
Except for six adults, all the passengers were teens. God had mightily touched
every one of them.
The kids arose every morning to get in line at the revival at 5:00a.m. They were
all so hungry for God. A large number of them had been praying every Friday night
for revival in their schools for about two years.
Driving home that night of the 29th, we got a call on our walkie talkie from van
# 2. they said God had fallen in their van and they wanted to pull over and pray
for the other van. We could hear them praying in the background. Van # 1 pulled
off the interstate at the Clarksville Arkansas exit. We pulled into a Citgo Gas
Station.
We pulled up at Citgo in front of the door. Van # 2 leaped out and flung open
the doors of van # 1, laying hands on everyone. The Holy Spirit fell on them!
It was
amazing! They began to weep, shake and tremble and fall on the ground. In 5 or
6 minutes they were all over the parking lot of Citgo. Some of them out cold on
the pavement. This went on for 2 hours and 45 minutes. They repented, danced and
shouted. Someone driving by called the police. The police came. They talked to
the manager of the Citgo and he said "I'm not going to mess with the man upstairs,
they can stay as long as they want, I was skeptical at first but now I can see
"this is God!"
People driving up to get gas got nervous not knowing what was happening. Some
of the kids witnessed to them. Before we left that night we all went into the
station and laid hands on the Citgo manager. He said "I'll never be the same again".
He said he could "see" Jesus in the kids eyes, they were all so full of love.
Most
of these teens still have their fire and commitment to Christ. They are growing
in him everyday. One of the girls gave a revival video to her principal to view
and got permission to show it in the cafeteria. She showed an altar call with
Charity singing, quickly stopped the video and gave a powerful altar call herself.
The 30 kids there, at the public school came forward to repent and give their
lives to Christ.
We are continuing to bring van loads of teens to the revival because of the wonderful
fruit in their lives.
Thank you all, In Him!
Photos are on website
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STATION TWO
Art Barton lived in Pensacola, Florida. He was serving in Bible Baptist
Church. Art
loves the Lord, and he is very persistent and zealous to talk of Christ to anyone
he can. Saturday evening, Art's partner in the carpet cleaning trade called
him. Art had the work van at his home, and there was $12 in the van, and
Art's partner asked him to go around to the gas station and fill the tank. Everyone
in town was doing this because hurricane Georges was bearing down on them, and
if the power went out they would not be able to buy gas.
Art agreed, and he jumped in the van and headed for the local gas station. When
he got there, and when he started to fill the gas tank, he realized the gas pump
meter was barely creeping along. Art had heard that this happened after
a gas station allowed the tanks to run completely dry and then refilled them.
The pumps seem to take some time to get a good prime.
So, Art settled in for a long wait. He jammed the gas cap into the space
where the handle is, and stood back. He said the meter was just creeping
along, and it seemed like a pointless way to spend the evening.
Well, across the other side of the island, two ladies, one Black and the other
White, were watching his little trick. The young Black lady asked Art if
he would show her how to do the trick. He went over and put her gas cap
into the handle, and then the other lady asked him to do hers. He did so.
Upon returning, he realized he would have time to start a short witness with the
Black lady, so he started his usual friendly but blunt way of asking folks if
they were ready to go be with the Lord if they should die right away. With
a hurricane soon coming ashore, this would seem to be a fair concern.
Art said the Black lady got very interested, and she wanted to hear more. Art
witnessed to her for quite a while, and he could see she was being convicted by
the Holy Spirit. He finally remembered the gas running, and he checked his
pump. $7.50 only. He had about $4.50 worth of time left to renew the
witness with the Black lady.
Art went back to her, and she was so eager to hear more that she pulled the cap
out of the handle of the filler nozzle, and she told Art to tell her more. Art
talked about the Lord and about believing on purpose and by faith without works.
He said the lady really showed she was being moved by the Holy Spirit.
Finally, the tank on the van topped off, and Art had to go inside and pay up.
The Black lady did so also, Art paid and asked the lady to wait outside--
he had something else to tell her. Well, after they both paid, Art really
dug in with the Gospel and pressed the lady for the verdict. He also asked
her to drive over to the curb of the street to get out of the way.
Art said the Black lady eagerly listened, and when Art asked her if she wanted
to pray to received Christ as her Savior, the lady kneeled down in the street
and began to weep and cry out to God.
Art said after she got up she was really changed, rejoicing, and eager to do the
next thing for the Lord. Art took her name, and his wife is going to contact
the lady and help her start growing and find a church.
The Black lady was 19 years old with three children-- the oldest is six years
old. Now, friends, there was something very special happening at that gas
station, and that lady did not need a man to carelessly lay hands on her again
as some others had. She did not need to roll around the filthy apron of
the gas station and spoil hers clothes. She did not need to run in circles
and play the fool. She needed to repent and be converted-- AND she was.
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