Eternal Security [antikvár]

I have not always believed in eternal security. I was raised in the Pentecostal Holiness church, a denomination that did not believe in eternal security and frequently preached against it As a child, I was not threatened by such preaching. I always loved church. I would arrive early to claim my second-row aisle seat—right in front of the pastor. There were two reasons I chose to attend the Pentecostal Holiness church. First, my grandfather was a Pentecostal pastor. Second, it was my mother's preference. I can remember as a young boy getting up on Sunday morning, eating breakfast, and walking to church. Even when my mother was unable to go, I would be there. June was typically revival month back in those days. In June of 1944 our evangelist for the week was a Mrs. Wilson. Women evangelists were not uncommon in the Pentecostal Holiness church. As was my habit I was there Sunday morning, front and center, with every intention of attending each night that week. After the choir finished their song, Mrs. Wilson walked to the pulpit and preached a stirring salvation message. I don't remember anything in particular that she said; I just remember feeling a strong desire to respond. When the invitation began, I rose from my seat and went forward. Before I reached the altar, I began weeping. I knelt down and started asking Jesus to save me. Several members of my Sunday school class gathered around me and began praying for me as well. 1