They talked about getting the baptism of the Holy Ghost-putting on the whole armor of God. I prayed and prayed, and it seemed I wasn’t going to get it. There were special meetings about forty miles away, and I went there for a week and prayed earnestly. Then came Sunday, a hot day, but I could think only of getting my baptism. My mother prayed that night. All I remember that she said was, “To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts” (Hebrews 3:15). That night I was the first one at the altar and promised God, “If You will baptize me, I will be willing to preach the Gospel the rest of my life.” It seemed the Heavens opened and the Holy Ghost filled my soul. That was many years ago, and since that day, I have been on my way rejoicing in the God of my salvation, doing to the best of my ability what the Lord has called me to do.