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The Meeting
I praise the Lord that I had parents to teach me about Jesus. Though our family was not members of any congregation, they at least knew about the Lord, and therefore I believed in the Lord from my earliest recollections. Of the exact time that I asked the Lord to be my saviour, I can’t recall but I do remember when I met him.
In the spring of the year 1964 a few months prior to my fourteenth birthday, my Dad had a job as a night watchman and occasionally I would go along with him. It was ok because there was nobody there at night. The place was called Island City Iron and people would bring scrap metal, old cars, or what not, to sell.
On one of these nights I brought my guitar along to pass the time. On one of the rounds my Dad made that night, (actually about 4:00 AM) I was walking alongside Dad playing a song and Dad had been praying aloud for some time. Then he started shouting and praising the Lord. This got me into the spirit of the moment and I started playing and singing Christian songs. At the start of the third song something happened. A big smile came on my face and my spirit came alive. It was such a strong feeling of love. I remember that the instant it happened that my spirit said within me, “There you are Lord Jesus”. It was like finding what you were searching for all of your life and knowing that it was perfection. The feeling of love for everyone and the joy and peace that His Spirit brought upon me that night was quite intense. There also was a golden light within me as if it were a liquid gold being poured in from the top of my head. Strange to walk around all lit up when all around you is darkness.
The Lord has taken me out of the beer joints where I played music to make a living.
He has kept me fed and clothed even in times when no one in our household had a job.
He has kept me in good health.
He has given me opportunities to be a witness for him.
My goal is to be a witness for the Lord for the rest of my life. I plan doing this by witnessing through my music, motorcycle rallies, prison ministries, visiting the sick, and whatever else the Lord Jesus would have me do.
Larry Turner
I praise the Lord that I had parents to teach me about Jesus. Though our family was not members of any congregation, they at least knew about the Lord, and therefore I believed in the Lord from my earliest recollections. Of the exact time that I asked the Lord to be my saviour, I can’t recall but I do remember when I met him.
In the spring of the year 1964 a few months prior to my fourteenth birthday, my Dad had a job as a night watchman and occasionally I would go along with him. It was ok because there was nobody there at night. The place was called Island City Iron and people would bring scrap metal, old cars, or what not, to sell.
On one of these nights I brought my guitar along to pass the time. On one of the rounds my Dad made that night, (actually about 4:00 AM) I was walking alongside Dad playing a song and Dad had been praying aloud for some time. Then he started shouting and praising the Lord. This got me into the spirit of the moment and I started playing and singing Christian songs. At the start of the third song something happened. A big smile came on my face and my spirit came alive. It was such a strong feeling of love. I remember that the instant it happened that my spirit said within me, “There you are Lord Jesus”. It was like finding what you were searching for all of your life and knowing that it was perfection. The feeling of love for everyone and the joy and peace that His Spirit brought upon me that night was quite intense. There also was a golden light within me as if it were a liquid gold being poured in from the top of my head. Strange to walk around all lit up when all around you is darkness.
The Lord has taken me out of the beer joints where I played music to make a living.
He has kept me fed and clothed even in times when no one in our household had a job.
He has kept me in good health.
He has given me opportunities to be a witness for him.
My goal is to be a witness for the Lord for the rest of my life. I plan doing this by witnessing through my music, motorcycle rallies, prison ministries, visiting the sick, and whatever else the Lord Jesus would have me do.
Larry Turner
Larry in the Cow pasture
In 2008 Hurricane Ike ran me out of Galveston for good. I had gone through many Hurricanes and Tropical Storms but Ike left my home in such a mess that it would have had to be rebuilt in order to live there.
So after Ike I moved up to Huntsville Texas to live with my sister and Brother in law.
I knew that if I was going to live there that I would have to help out around the place and that entailed feeding and penning cows for sale, fixing fence and other duties.
An incident happened about three years before this that caused me to be scared of large animals.
My oldest sister Jean, now passed away, asked me to come up to Hitchcock Texas to her house about 20 miles from mine and feed her horse because her husband had gone with his friends hog hunting.
To make a long story a little shorter, the horse kicked me. I had never felt such pain in my entire life. I was licked in the front part of my left leg and it felt like judgement day.
My sister offered to pay for me to go to the doctor but since I could still walk I declined.
The leg hurt me more at night when I went to bed and it lasted two weeks.
Needless to say I was very unsettled around large animals after that and now here I was having to get in amongst a bunch of large animals that swarmed all around when you were feeding them.
My brother in law Joe would drive the tractor and carry a large round bale of hay back across the branch to another pasture and choose a spot to set it down. Just before he sat the bale down I would cut the string that helped hold the bale together for transportation, Then Joe would set the bale down and I would put the feeding ring over the top of it.
I got to be pretty fast at this because the quicker I got it done the less time the cows had to reach us and I would not be swarmed so badly.
I had been doing this work for several months and still dreaded it. One time one of our dogs got after a cow that was standing next to me eating on the bale before I could get it ready. The cow turned to run and stopped just short of crashing into me. I thank the Lord that she turned the other way.
One cold day in January we went out to feed. We hadn’t fed in four days so the cows were pretty hungry.
Joe was ahead of me and I was right behind him on the Kawasaki Mule. The cows were all around us and already trying to get at the hay.
As we were crossing the branch I prayed, “Lord hold these cows back for me would ya?”
I kept following Joe way out to the far end of this pasture hoping that he would find a spot real quick so I could get my part done before I was swarmed by too many of the cows.
Joe took his time. He stopped at one spot for a while and then decided against it. He went to another spot and decided against it.
He finally found a spot he liked and let me cut the hay string. I cleaned off part of the outer layer of the hay like usual and went and got a ring and rolled it over and then laid it over the hay.
Then the thought struck me, where are the cows? I looked and saw the cows standing just our side of the branch which was about the length of a football field back from us. They were standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and looking in our direction.
Make no mistake about it I know that I don’t deserve anything like that from the Lord. To think that the creator himself is watching over us like that is mind blowing to say the least.
I’m still praising the Lord Jesus for that miracle. It wasn’t quite Daniel in the Lion’s den but it was good enough for me. From that day my fears have gone away.
Larry Turner
In 2008 Hurricane Ike ran me out of Galveston for good. I had gone through many Hurricanes and Tropical Storms but Ike left my home in such a mess that it would have had to be rebuilt in order to live there.
So after Ike I moved up to Huntsville Texas to live with my sister and Brother in law.
I knew that if I was going to live there that I would have to help out around the place and that entailed feeding and penning cows for sale, fixing fence and other duties.
An incident happened about three years before this that caused me to be scared of large animals.
My oldest sister Jean, now passed away, asked me to come up to Hitchcock Texas to her house about 20 miles from mine and feed her horse because her husband had gone with his friends hog hunting.
To make a long story a little shorter, the horse kicked me. I had never felt such pain in my entire life. I was licked in the front part of my left leg and it felt like judgement day.
My sister offered to pay for me to go to the doctor but since I could still walk I declined.
The leg hurt me more at night when I went to bed and it lasted two weeks.
Needless to say I was very unsettled around large animals after that and now here I was having to get in amongst a bunch of large animals that swarmed all around when you were feeding them.
My brother in law Joe would drive the tractor and carry a large round bale of hay back across the branch to another pasture and choose a spot to set it down. Just before he sat the bale down I would cut the string that helped hold the bale together for transportation, Then Joe would set the bale down and I would put the feeding ring over the top of it.
I got to be pretty fast at this because the quicker I got it done the less time the cows had to reach us and I would not be swarmed so badly.
I had been doing this work for several months and still dreaded it. One time one of our dogs got after a cow that was standing next to me eating on the bale before I could get it ready. The cow turned to run and stopped just short of crashing into me. I thank the Lord that she turned the other way.
One cold day in January we went out to feed. We hadn’t fed in four days so the cows were pretty hungry.
Joe was ahead of me and I was right behind him on the Kawasaki Mule. The cows were all around us and already trying to get at the hay.
As we were crossing the branch I prayed, “Lord hold these cows back for me would ya?”
I kept following Joe way out to the far end of this pasture hoping that he would find a spot real quick so I could get my part done before I was swarmed by too many of the cows.
Joe took his time. He stopped at one spot for a while and then decided against it. He went to another spot and decided against it.
He finally found a spot he liked and let me cut the hay string. I cleaned off part of the outer layer of the hay like usual and went and got a ring and rolled it over and then laid it over the hay.
Then the thought struck me, where are the cows? I looked and saw the cows standing just our side of the branch which was about the length of a football field back from us. They were standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and looking in our direction.
Make no mistake about it I know that I don’t deserve anything like that from the Lord. To think that the creator himself is watching over us like that is mind blowing to say the least.
I’m still praising the Lord Jesus for that miracle. It wasn’t quite Daniel in the Lion’s den but it was good enough for me. From that day my fears have gone away.
Larry Turner
Man In Black
My Dad told me this story when I was very little. He passed away in 1987 but I’ll never forget this.
The story happened in the days of The Great Depression, Back when the President of the United States opened the railways so that the unemployed could travel cross country looking for work. My oldest brother was a baby in those days and my Mom had traveled by rail back to her home state of Iowa to visit relatives. Dad followed a couple of months later via the free open rails. Dad told me that he was running along the side of a moving train and jumped into a boxcar and was having a lot of trouble getting enough of a grip to pull himself in. He was just about to lose his grip and fall down and inward to the massive wheels when a hand reached out and dragged him in. He looked up and saw a huge man dressed all in black. As he was making his way to a corner of the boxcar he heard the man say, “you be a good boy now and I’ll see you later”. Dad turned around and the man was gone. He looked out both of the boxcar doors up and down the track and there was nothing in sight, nothing but prairie. Dad said he thought it was an angel and I believe that also. Knowing my dad the way I did makes it possible for me to accept the possibility that the Lord would have taken direct intervention because my dad loved the Lord above all else.
Just like me.
Larry Turner
My Dad told me this story when I was very little. He passed away in 1987 but I’ll never forget this.
The story happened in the days of The Great Depression, Back when the President of the United States opened the railways so that the unemployed could travel cross country looking for work. My oldest brother was a baby in those days and my Mom had traveled by rail back to her home state of Iowa to visit relatives. Dad followed a couple of months later via the free open rails. Dad told me that he was running along the side of a moving train and jumped into a boxcar and was having a lot of trouble getting enough of a grip to pull himself in. He was just about to lose his grip and fall down and inward to the massive wheels when a hand reached out and dragged him in. He looked up and saw a huge man dressed all in black. As he was making his way to a corner of the boxcar he heard the man say, “you be a good boy now and I’ll see you later”. Dad turned around and the man was gone. He looked out both of the boxcar doors up and down the track and there was nothing in sight, nothing but prairie. Dad said he thought it was an angel and I believe that also. Knowing my dad the way I did makes it possible for me to accept the possibility that the Lord would have taken direct intervention because my dad loved the Lord above all else.
Just like me.
Larry Turner