When Chuck woke up he thought I had fallen asleep while driving and we were going to hit the semi, so he jumped around trying to control the car and wake me up. It was really funny. We still get a big laugh thinking about it. One time Jesse and I were driving in Fort Wayne with my station wagon and the cars passing us were pointing to our car saying it was on fire. Well, I stopped and Jesse and I ran as fast as we could to the top of a hill while somebody helped put the fire out. When Harold heard about it, he asked Sid if he wanted to buy the car he was about to trade in for me. Which Sid did. It was a great car, an Oldsmobile. When we still had that old station wagon, we took a lot of trips to conventions and to the Cherokee Indian reservation. Sister Lois and Adam, Danny and Jesse and I have happy memories. I love my grandchildren and pray that they will never forget what they learned in Sunday school and apply it to their lives. Dear God, don't ever let them forget the many church conventions we have attended through the years. We all want to be together around the throne of God as a family. That is my prayer. My son, Chuck, and I planned to go to Florida to bring my daughter, Lois, back. She had driven an old couple down and was going to come back by bus. We offered to drive down and get her so we could make a vacation out of it. Chuck had just bought a new camaro and he told me to get a good nights sleep because he was going to have to work all night at Corning Glass and I would have to drive first. Instead of sleeping like he told me, I decided to fry chicken and get food ready to take with us. I figured we could save money by not eating in restaurants right away. He was upset when he saw what I had done but he was too tired to drive after working all night. Well, I drove fine until we hit Kentucky and I fell asleep and woke up in a cornfield. The corn stalks were flying by fast and were hitting the hood and making a terrible racket. I couldn't see anything but cornstalks. I just prayed for Jesus to guide the car back to the road. Chuck jumped up thinking I was wrecking his new camaro. I told him I had it under control and would have it back on the road in no time - which I did! I learned I have to listen to my children once in a while. I could have wrecked his brand new car. The rest of the trip was fine and we had a good time. Harold liked to hunt and fish so he would go with his friends to Canada. I told him if he would give me the same amount of money it costs him for his vacation; I would take the children on a camping trip. He agreed. He claimed he couldn't sleep on the ground and that's where we put our sleeping bags. We bought a big tent. Both boys were boy scouts so they were good at putting up the tent and I took a pressure cooker so it didn't take me long to prepare meals. Harold gave us two hundred and fifty dollars and a gas credit card. We were gone two weeks. We had a wonderful time that none of us will ever forget. We went to a lot of historical places: Philadelphia, Valley Forge, Gettysburg, New York City, Statue of Liberty, Cape Cod, Boston, Plymouth Rock, Salem, House of the Seven Gables, and many more. We didn't miss much. None of us will ever forget Washington, D.C. We even had chicken for breakfast once and on the spur of the moment decided to drive across Massachusetts at night so we could go down a ski lift the next day in Vermont. We weren't too organized, but we sure had a good time. We had a scare on Cape Cod. Mary Lou and Lois were out swimming and the undertow kept knocking them down and Mary Lou kept trying to hold Lois up when finally Chuck came to their rescue. We didn't stay there much longer. It's really dangerous when there is an undertow like that, so watch your children if they ever swim where you know there could be an undertow. In the late nineteen fifties, we were still living on Castlewood Drive in Toledo. My next door neighbor, Ruth Weiss, had a black girl to help her once a week. She ask me if I would like to have her help me so when I was expecting company I decided to have Ruth call Ginny to see if she could help me out. I wasn't planing on having her more than that week, but we got along so good that I ask her to give me one day a week which she did. We became good friends. She was a Christian so we could talk about God and compare our experiences. I had been in the Apostolic Christian Church for many years but always felt something was lacking in my life. I remember when Ginny testified of her experience of receiving the Holy Ghost, it brought back memories. When I was in Sunday school in the Apostolic Christian Church, I asked my Sunday school teacher what Acts 2:4 meant and he couldn't tell me, and here Ginny had the answer for me. I really began reading and searching the scriptures. I would cross reference, which I had known how to do before. It was exciting to finally have the answer. I had studied Fraelick's books but I needed everything straight from the scriptures and I found what I was searching for. All through this searching, Harold agreed. He also knew that many things hadn't been right. The sermons were centered around repentance, but little was preached on the Baptism of the Holy Ghost as in Acts 2:4. One night I was reading in Acts of the Apostles. I had decided I would read the Acts of the Apostles since the church was called Apostolic Christian. I wanted to compare the early church to the one I belonged to and see how they compared. The first thing I found was Acts 2 verse 4. No one that I had ever known in the Apostolic Church had ever had that kind of testimony except Elmer Gerber, Sam Sladenhaufen, his brother Amos, Elmer Heyerly and Freida Heyerly. Elmer Gerber gave his testimony to all the preachers in the Apostolic Christian Church and no one accepted it as far as I know. I'm sure I would have heard of it if someone had started preaching Acts 2 verse 4. What a pity when it is a requirement to enter the Kingdom. When I read Acts2: 38, I knew I hadn't been water baptized right. I was baptized in the titles Father, Son and Holy Ghost, not the Name, which is the Lord Jesus Christ. One night I was reading, I always kept my Bible open on the dining room table so I left it open at Acts 5 and went on to bed. Harold and I talked a while then I started to doze off when suddenly, I heard the sound of a rushing wind. It couldn't come from outdoors because it was in March and I had all the windows shut. About that time our bed shook like some one had lifted it up. Harold jumped and he said, "What was that? It felt like someone lifted the bed." I said, "I don't know but did you hear the wind?" He hadn't heard the sound of the rushing wind, but it was loud in my ears. The next morning I was the first one up. The children were still sleeping. I went to the dining room table and began reading. The Bible was no longer open to Acts 5 but to St. John chapter 3 where Nicodemus is asking about the new birth. In verse 8 it reads, "The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit." I knew it was all from God and He wanted our attention. I knew then that God was hearing my prayers and He was becoming more real each day. This was in early March of nineteen fifty-eight. Then on March fourteenth, Ginny came to do my weekly house cleaning. We sat at the kitchen tale drinking coffee before we started our cleaning. She told me of their church service the night before and then stood by the fridge and took a step forward and said, "It's just a step of faith." I told her I had faith, she just smiled and said it again. Then she got the sweeper and went into the front room. I went into the bedroom and kneeled in prayer. I wasn't on my knees long before such an anointing came down on me I could hardly contain it. Such a blessed, sweet, wonderful presence of Jesus flowed over me - into me - down my throat that I could hardly contain it. My hands were as paralyzed. I knew that this was the baptism of the Holy Ghost and I had been filled with Jesus' Spirit. When Ginny, the black girl, came in the room she kept saying, "Keep praying". She was concerned that she hadn't heard me speak in tongues as the scripture says they did in the upper room at Pentecost. The Pentecostal denomination think speaking in tongues is the evidence of having the Holy Ghost. I knew that if I never spoke in tongues, I still had the Holy Ghost. The next day I was talking to Ginny on the phone and I began to speak in another language. Then she believed that I had the fullness of the Baptism. One time that God allowed me to use that was at a Full Gospel convention at the Americana Hotel on Miami Beach. I had met an Orthodox Jewish lady and we became friends. She lived on Miami Beach so I told her there was a Jewish Rabbi that had become a Christian and he was going to speak at this hotel on Thursday. I invited her to come and we waited in the lobby for her to come and the Rabbi was sitting real close by and was taking to a young couple. I heard him say that he would not be able to keep the appointment to speak and that he had to leave. I began praying that my Jewish friend, Leona, would be there in time to meet Brother Robins. His name was Rabbi Rabinovich, but he changed it to Brother Robins. Anyway, he stood up just when Leona walked in the door and they both met right in front of us and I introduced them. He took one look at her and began telling her all about her sisters and her life. She stood there dumbfounded then he looked at me and told me things that I later found out were true. When we walked away she looked at me and said if she had told me about her sisters then she would have thought I had told him, but she had never told me anything. She wondered what this was and I told her that he had the gift of prophecy. We went on into the assembly where they were having the convention. They were singing and praising God so we entered in and I lifted my hands and was praising God and began speaking in another language. When I opened my eyes, Leona was staring at me wide eyed. She said, "You were praising God in Hebrew and what is that I feel?" I told her that was the Holy Spirit. In their services in the old orthodox synagogues they do not worship Jesus who is the Holy Spirit, so they don't feel the heavenly anointing, as do those who have the Holy Spirit. Their services are cold and without the anointing. She was impressed and now owns a New Testament. I ask Leona why they wore head coverings and she told me the orthodox Jewish women had to shave their heads and had to wear wigs because they were not supposed to be attractive to any man except for their husbands. She also said the women taking care of their children in services often would speak out if they couldn't hear or understand what had been said. They were told to keep quiet and ask their husbands when they got home. I told the Lord that I would tell my people of this experience that was the same as the first century church experience on the day of Pentecost, Acts 2:1 to 4. I read Acts 2:38 where "Peter said unto them, Repent and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for remission of sins and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost." I had been baptized in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost in the Apostolic Christian Church but I realized now those were only titles and not His name. In St. Matthew 28:19, Jesus commissions His disciples to go ye into all nations teach them baptizing them in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. He knew His disciples would have the revelation that the name was Lord Jesus Christ, so all through the book of Acts they baptized in that name, never in the titles Father, Son and Holy Ghost. The Catholics changed it at the Nicaean council in Rome in 325 AD. They have the idea they can change scripture but the Word