Written: 6-27-2007

Dear Brother Shockley,

I can not believe it has been over a year since my husband Howard and I visited with you there at church.  As we told your church family it was such an honor to be able to be there again after so many years. 
We were stationed in Key West in 1976 through 1977.  That's 30 years ago.  We have not been back there since.  One of the things we wanted to do was go to White Street Church of God. 
Something happen there back in 1976 that radically changed our lives.  I had been saved around two years and Howard about one.  We had belonged to a very sweet Baptist church in the Birmingham, AL area.  They had loved us and brought to me the truth of salvation.  And through that I led Howard to the Lord.
I first went to White Street COG on a Sunday night with another Army wife.  She was Lutheran and scared to death!  I did not understand everything but liked what I "felt".
The pastor, I do not remember his name, had finished preaching and asked for a 'prayer line' for 'any' need.  I did not know what or why but I knew for 'sure' the Holy Spirit was drawing me to get in the 'prayer line'.
When it was my time for prayer the pastor asked if I was saved and I said yes.  Then he asked if I "had the Holy Ghost".  I was not familiar with saying it that way.  I knew the Holy Spirit lived in me since salvation, but the way he said it was different.  I said I was not sure what he meant." 
At this point the spoke rather 'loudly' to the church that I needed the Holy Ghost!  They all laid hands on me and prayed for me.  I did not remember what all happen to me.  They said I received the Holy Ghost and spoke in tongues.  I was unsure.  I asked the lady with me if I spoke in tongues and she said he did not know there was so much going on up there.
That next week I searched the Scriptures and asked God if this was real to let me "hear myself speak in tongues".  Nothing happen during this week.  That Sunday morning I went back to White COG along with my husband and three children.  They had prayer at the altar prior to the service.  I went to the altar and was quietly praying asking God to "let me hear myself speak in tongues if this was real".
I remember hearing the pastor say, "This young girl received the Holy Ghost last Sunday night, but I do not feel she is satisfied.  If anyone feels led to, pray for her."  I didn't know who at the time but found out later that a young man, about 19 years old, just lightly touched me on the forehead and I began speaking in tongues.
I mean I spoke in a full language.  It was just rolling up out of my belly.  I remember thinking, "I hear myself, I hear myself!!"   I did not hear anything or anyone else, only myself speaking in tongues.  I could not stop speaking in tongues.  
I did not realize but my husband told me later, I continued to kneel there speaking in tongues for around 45 minutes.  They had the whole service; singing, offering, preaching, altar service and I did not hear any of it.  
After the altar service the pastor came over to me and touched me and helped me up.  He asked me if I wanted to testify about what had happen to me that morning.  I tried but only spoke in tongues.  They all praised God and rejoiced.  
I went home speaking in tongues in the car.  Later that day I finally "quieted down".  God answered my prayer and "let me hear myself" in such a way I would never doubt the reality of the Baptism of the Holy Spirit with the evidence of Speaking in Tongues.  
We were only stationed in Key West for one year.  We completed 2o years in the Army and retired back in the Birmingham, AL. area.  I have taught classes throughout those years in churches.  However, in 1997 the Lord "called me to preach".  I did not accept this 'call' until 2001.  I now am an Ordained Minister in the Church of God.  I am presently the Associate Pastor at Mt Olive Road Church of God in Mt Olive, Al.
White Street Church of God will ALWAYS be a special place in my heart.  I pray for the ministry there.  A lot had changed since we were there and it is truly a mission field.
May God Bless,    
 
Sandy Leslie