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I will ever thank the Lord for a definite, positive, know-so experience, I will ever be glad,

I can say with the poet:

“There is a spot to me more dear,
Than native vale and mountain.
A spot from which affection’s tear,
Springs grateful from its fountain.

“‘Tis not where kindred souls abound,
Though that is almost heaven,
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.”

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The blessing of God maketh rich. (Pro. 10:22)

We used to sing, “It is good for soul and body.” Nehemiah said, “The joy of the Lord is our

strength.” There isn’t any question but what the Lord wants his children to be happy. Isaiah said,
”Cry out and shout thou inhabitant of Zion for great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of Thee.”
Jesus said, “I came that ye might have life and that ye might have it more abundantly.”


I was greatly surprised when I was converted. I thought if I became a Christian I would

have to live a sedate, sanctimonious, joyless life. But to my great surprise God filled my heart to
overflowing with joy unspeakable and full of glory. I arose from the family altar and went up stairs
to get ready to go to church. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I fell on my knees, prayed and
praised the Lord.

I started down the road on foot for church which was about one and one-half miles and

laughed about all the way. This I think was the first time I had ever been able to laugh the laugh I
had always wanted to and could not. It seemed to come without any effort. Other times it would
tire me but this time it seemed to laugh itself. It seemed to come spontaneously, bubbling up and
rippling from the lips like a bubbling spring or a babbling brook.

I sat in a front seat that day. While the preacher preached I laughed him in the face and was

so ashamed of myself. I said, “You shouldn’t do this, these people know you have been getting
religion the last few days. You ought to be sedate and sanctimonious.” I tried to smooth the
wrinkles out of my face hardly knowing where the good feeling came from. The more I tried to
suppress it in my ignorance, the more it bubbled up.

Then they gave an altar call and of all the people under the sun, I went to the altar. God

came in mighty power and gave me a jumping blessing. I had a record in that country as a high
jumper, but think I might have broke my record that day. I don’t know how high I jumped but I
remember one time on my way down I lighted on top of the altar rail. As far as I ever knew I went
through that whole performance without making one break and had never rehearsed it once.

Well did it pay me to go to the altar that day? I think it did for I received a jumping

blessing. I had a laughing blessing on the way to church and now I get a jumping blessing which
makes two types of blessing on my first day as a Christian, and that is more than some seem to get
in forty years.

After my conversion I made a practice of praying in secret three times a day, and besides I

had a special season of praying through down in a certain fence corner in the pasture field in the
evening. The Lord would bless me much and often during the day, but especially in the fence
corner where I went with the express purpose of praying through and getting blessed out in my
soul. The Lord did not disappoint me and often I was so blessed I would jump to my feet and
shout. When the blessing became so great I could not express myself by merely shouting I would
take a run around and around the field, and when I could not seem to express myself satisfactorily
by running, I would jump way up in the air as high as I could jump and whoop something like a
wild Indian. What seasons of refreshing we had down in the old pasture field.

I was converted in the spring, of the year and soon after it came time to have the big Fourth

of July celebration at wicked old Gun Lake resort. The people all knew I was about the biggest
picnic and Fourth of July fan in the whole country. When the young people began driving by on
their way to Gun Lake on the Fourth of July and saw me out in the field mowing hay they knew a
great change had taken place. As they rode by they shouted and called, and the devil said to me,
”See what you are missing! Did not I tell you,” but by that time I had learned the source of true joy
and I said, “Whoa” to the horses. I rolled down off the mowing machine seat, slipped over under a


hickory tree, fell on my knees and about the time my knees hit the sand the glory of God struck my
soul and I had a whole Fourth of July celebration, fire works and all, in my soul inside of five
minutes. I arose and went on my way singing.

“How oft when I’m tempted to turn from the track,
I think of my Savior, my mind wanders back,
To the place where they nailed him, on Calvary’s tree,
I hear a voice saying, ‘I suffered for thee.’
I love Him far better than in days of yore,
I will serve Him more truly than ever before.”

I have never wanted to go to a Fourth of July celebration since.

Soon after I was converted they sent us a new pastor whose name was Rev. Burt. Sister

Burt was soon taken sick and was very ill. The Lord told me He wanted me to go stewarding for
them and told me I could not go to the members but must go to the outsiders. I had not been elected
steward by the church but God appointed me one for this occasion and oh, what a heavy cross it
was for that bashful backward boy. It seemed almost more than I could carry.

I made a practice of tackling any and everything the Lord told me to do, and if I could not

do well I would do the best I could. That is all an angel could do. I started east from our house and
stopped first at Bill Robinson’s. I took my cross and he gave me fifty cents and I went on my way
encouraged. I then started on toward Sam Andrew’s home. On the way there the Lord spoke to me
and said, “You may be preaching the gospel some time. Your wife may be sick in bed and in
destitute circumstances.” I got blessed and shouted and shouted along the road. Later, I could
hardly figure out what there was about my wife being sick in bed and me being hard up that would
cause me to get blessed and shout along the road. There have been many times through the years of
my ministry, when my wife has been sick in bed, and I have been in close circumstances, but I did
not see anything on those occasions to shout about. The pilgrims where I worshipped taught us, or
at least I received the impression, we ought to get blessed every time we went to meeting. To my
surprise and sorrow, some of them were not blessed. I thought it was so wonderful to be blessed. I
felt very sorry for those who sat there dry-eyed and cold-hearted, while a few of us were having
such a wonderful time praising the Lord. For that matter, I feel the same way yet.

In my ignorance, for I was, indeed, very ignorant, I seemed to get the idea the Lord started

in with a few of us up in the Amen Corner, and went as far as he could with what he had on hand,
and would run out before he could get all around. I was very much concerned about those
unblessed church members, and I am yet, and I made it a special subject of prayer that week down
in my fence corner in the pasture field. I prayed and prayed until I thought I prayed through and
God had answered. I looked forward with anticipation to the next service. After we had assembled
in the little Gregoryville church for our next service, sure enough, God came and poured out His
Spirit, and the saints began to get blessed. I was having such a wonderful time watching the others
praising the Lord, I forgot myself and the first thing I knew I was shouting as loud or louder than
most of the others. That day God taught me the lesson, that after He was all through blessing me,
He had enough left to go all around and give the others their meat in due season. In those days, we
all went to church expecting to see an outpouring of God’s Spirit. Many were the mighty


outpourings of God’s power, and marvelous the manifestations and demonstrations of His Spirit.
Today, I am homesick to go back once more and witness those scenes of the supernatural, such as
we saw before and after our conversion in the old home church. Where is the Lord God of Elijah

“Is not His grace as mighty now,
As when Elijah felt His power,
When glory beamed from Moses brow;
Or Job endured his trying hour?”

I believe it is, if we will but pay the price and let God have His way.

After the Lord had taken my first wife, Grace, home to be with Him, I was doing

evangelistic work and happened to be home for a few days. They were having a tent meeting down
in a pine groove across from the church. A young lady evangelist, by the name of Mary Mieras,
later became my [wife and] co-worker in the vineyard of the Lord, and has labored faithfully by
my side on several circuits and one district. For over twenty years she has gone with me in the
evangelistic work across the United States and Canada, ever praying and holding up my hands.
That day she sang as a special, “Every Bridge is Burned Behind Me.” She used as a text, “Launch
out into the deep.” I was wonderfully blessed in the service. After the service closed, the blessing
and power still lingered. When I started for home, the blessing and power of God surged and
throbbed until it seemed I scarcely had to put forth any effort in lifting my feet and putting them
down again. Thus I walked about a mile and a half in the strength of that blessing, and if I had not
reached my destination at that time, I suppose I might have been going yet.

On one of our circuits, there lived a wicked man who would come to church, testify, and

then go out and live as the devil wanted him to. We dealt with him, forbidding him taking part in
the services until he straightened up. He became very angry and decided to come to the parsonage
and thrash the preacher or do something drastic. A sister was ironing for us that day and all at once
I felt like having prayer. I asked the sister to leave her work while we prayed, and God came and
poured out His Spirit. We prayed on and on praying and praising God. It seemed this man came to
the back door about the time we began to pray. He waited and waited, and listened and became
more and more nervous and possibly frightened until, when we came to the door after praying, he
seemed to be whipped. He could hardly talk. God’s blessings are always timely. God really wants
to come and bless us all far above ourselves, surroundings, and circumstances. This will make
backsliders and sinners hungry for God. Until we get more of the blessing and joy of the Lord than
we can hold, others will not get much good out of our religion.

They tell us Egypt would have been a parched desert had it not been for the overflowing of

the Nile. Is it not true that many of the dry parched souls around us are thus dry because some of us
never overflow?

Time and space fail and forbid us to tell of the many, many times when and where the Lord

so richly blessed us, but suffice it to say, that through all the years the rich blessings of God have
attended and at times the showers have been so great there has not been room to receive them. I


have felt many times like the little girl who said, “I can’t hold very much but I can run over a lot.”
Or, as expressed in the poem written by E. E. Shelhamer:

Master, Thou knowest what I need:
Not fame, nor friends, nor foes to bleed,
Not pelf, nor pleasure — and the rest,
But, oh, I need my soul well blest!

Others may pray for great success,
And — ’tis a proper thing, I guess;
But, Lord, here is my heart-request:
Please daily keep my soul well blest!

Without Thy presence I am poor,
And trivial trials cannot endure;
But I can weather every test
If Thou wilt only keep me blest!

Then let the criticisms come;
Let friends deprive me of my home;
And let me be nobody’s guest –
But, Spirit, kindly keep me blest!”

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But if we walk in the light, as He is in light, we have fellowship, one with another; and the

blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin. (I John 1:7).

After I was converted, I began to take up my cross and walk in all the light. I had no books

to read to help me in getting the experience. There was no one to teach me, but still we believe, if
one will walk in all of the light after he is converted, the Holy Spirit will lead him definitely and
unerringly into this wonderful experience of entire sanctification. Before my conversion, I had
been keeping company for some time with a very nice girl, who of course, was unsaved. A few
days after I was saved, the Lord spoke to me, saying, “Now you are converted, you cannot keep
company with unsaved young people.” I did not know at that time that the Bible plainly forbade it,
but the Holy Spirit spoke to me, and I believe He will [speak] to all, who are willing to listen. Oh,
how many young people we have known, who have made a shipwreck of life and faith, all because
they did not separate themselves and come out from among the worldly companions, as the Bible
commands. I thought of going to this young lady and telling her I could not keep company with her
any longer. It was so hard for me, I feared I could not talk and say what I wanted to when I arrived
there. I decided to write on paper what I wanted to say and hand it to her. I, accordingly, rode my
bicycle over there, handed it to her and rode away with the blessing of God on my soul.


One day while plowing, I felt the Lord wanted me to go up the road and pray with an

unsaved neighbor. I almost sank to the ground and cried, “Oh, God, you will have to help me.” The
Lord blessed my soul, and I think right there behind the plow, as it was with Elisha — the Lord
hinted or whispered something about preaching the Gospel. I could eat no supper that night, but
took my Bible and started up the hill. It was less than a half mile, but it took me quite a while to get
there. It seemed I prayed in almost every fence corner on the way, fearing I wouldn’t have grace
enough to bear the cross. I had yet to learn I did not need strength to kill the lion until I came to
where the lion was.

In due time I arrived at the house, and looking through the window, I saw an unsaved

neighbor boy there, and feared I only had grace enough just for the family. That was all I had in
mind when I prayed, and accordingly, in my ignorance, I went back over the hill prayed for a little
extra grace, to take care of the neighbor boy. Then I staggered up the hill, weak and getting weaker
all the time. I walked into the house, and lo, the Spirit of the Lord came upon me and stirred me in
the Camp of Dan. God gave me grace and enabled me to bear my cross, and oh, what a time I had
on the way home, shouting, and praising God.

A few days after my conversion, God put a heavy burden on my heart for an old friend and

comrade in sin. I took my horse and buggy one night, went to this party’s home, got him into my
buggy and started down the road. I began trying to talk about salvation, but did not know how.

The more I tried to talk the more I became burdened, and soon I became so broken up, I

could hardly talk at all. Then I began to get numb all over, I was frightened, fearing I was getting a
stroke or something like that. I knew nothing about a burden, and before I was hardly a week old
spiritually, God was putting a burden on me for a soul. Strangely enough, some who profess to be
saved and sanctified, go on year after year, seemingly without much concern for lost souls.

I stopped my horse, climbed out of the buggy, walked and stamped around trying to limber

up and get rid of that strange feeling. I could not stamp it off, climbed back into the buggy, and
drove on to the church to the revival meeting. I managed to get my horse tied, staggered into the
church, slumped into a seat and did not seem to know enough to take off my overcoat. I don’t think
we knew much about what the preacher was talking about. When the invitation was given there
were two souls who fell at the altar, side by side. I was one, and the other was the first soul God
enabled this poor ignorant country boy to bring to Christ in a public way. Satan might have said,
”You can’t pray for this soul, you don’t even know the Lord’s prayer.” I did not pay any attention to
him, but fell on my knees with a heart breaking burden on my soul.

No one accused me of praying a great prayer that night, but some one said, you roared just

like a lion. There is really no excuse for anyone saying, “I just can’t pray at the altar, I am not gifted
in prayer.” Well, they ought to be able to roar, or weep. I have always been so glad I listened to
the voice of God that night, went out and brought that soul to Christ for that precious soul has been
in heaven many years.

While working one day the Lord spoke to me saying, “After the work for the day is done,

drive about five miles and talk about salvation to an old comrade in sin. Oh, what a cross that was
but I said, “I will, Lord, if you will only go with me, strengthen, and give me grace.” This was


about the heaviest cross I had ever borne. I went, called the party outside and talked to him the best
I knew how. I don’t know that it did the person any good but I am sure it did me good. Sometimes I
think God asks us to do things for our own good, as well as for the good of others.

When I went back to the buggy the Lord was standing there, as it were, waiting for me and

when I climbed in, He sat down by my side, rode and talked with me all the way home. And did
not my heart burn within me as we rode and talked by the way?

On the way home He said to me, “You ought to be holy,” as if He were talking it over with

  1. I drove on home having a wonderful time, went to bed, had a peaceful night’s sleep, getting
more rest no doubt, than if I had refused to make the ten mile trip and had gone to bed and tried to
sleep on a smiting conscience. The next morning I was wonderfully blessed, and went out to help
my father dig potatoes. While digging away the Lord spoke to me definitely saying, “YOU OUGHT
TO BE HOLY!” This was in the form of a call.

Some seem to think they have to be about half backslidden while fighting carnality before

they are candidates for holiness, but this is a mistake. They need, instead, to have a sky-blue
experience in justification. I did that day, for I don’t think I was ever more blessed in my life. I tell
all of this to prove to you, reader, that, even though we do not have books to read or much of any
teaching, if we walk the light as He is in the light He will lead us right up to, and over into the
experience of heart cleaning. I could relate many other stories about making confessions and
restitution and such, but this will suffice to show that if we are willing to bear our cross and
follow the Spirit, He will lead honest, earnest souls on to definite victory.

The Lord spoke to me saying, “YOU OUGHT TO BE HOLY!” I dropped my hoe. I had

something more important to do than dig potatoes, and when God speaks to any of us, calling us to
this high and holy calling, this matter is more important than anything else in our lives. I did not
have anyone to sing or exhort to me. I did not need it, for when one is in earnest he doesn’t need
any coaxing. I might have said, “I will wait until next Sunday or until camp meeting time,” but I
knew enough to know that when God speaks it is time to obey. If more people would obey
promptly when God speaks it would be much easier to get through. When God said, “YOU
OUGHT TO BE HOLY!” I answered, “And by the grace of God, I will be holy.” I dropped my hoe
and started across the hayfield to the brush in the back fields. I have often thought I would like to
have a moving picture of that boy [that I then was] marching down across that field, saying, with
every step, “AND BY THE GRACE OF GOD I WILL BE HOLY.” I rather think the devil saw the
whole picture, and calling the other little devils around him said, “Boys, I want to teach you a
lesson. Look at that determined walk. You can’t do anything with a walk like that. We might as
well let him go. He will get it in spite of all of us.”

I walked on across the field toward the oak brush determined never to come out there until

I had my Pentecost. Plunging into the brush, I fell on my knees. I did not have an altar to lean on, I
did not need one. I did not have anyone to say, “Now hold your head up.” I did not need anyone
for, my head was up. I did not have anyone to say, “Now lead us in a little word of prayer,” for I
was soon leading in a big word of prayer, so loud and earnest that the neighbors heard me, as well
as my people. I became so absorbed in seeking God I forgot all about noise, everything and
everybody else I soon passed on from the stage of earnestness to the stage of desperation. Since I


had no books on faith and did not know much about how to exercise it, God just had to do
something about it, for He could not deny such earnestness and desperation. He accordingly gave
me an unusual vision.

[No doubt the Lord gave Amos Haywood this unusual vision as a help to his faith, and it

did aid him in receiving the sanctifying Baptism of the Holy Ghost. However, this was a personal
means given especially to him, and should not be taken as something others should expect while
seeking for entire sanctification. — DVM]

I looked up into the sky and just over my head I saw Jesus about as we see Him in the

pictures, when He was taken up, while the disciples beheld Him. He seemed to have something in
His hand like a rope or a cable all coiled up. As I looked up and saw Him, He looked down and
saw me and then He loosed the cable, which was the cable of faith, and it came rolling and
uncoiling itself, down to where I was. His aim was exact, for it came within my reach.

If we really get in earnest, and meet the conditions, we believe faith will come within the

reach of all. Jesus said to me, in effect, “Lay hold upon the cable of faith and pull. I will hold fast
to the other end and as you pull, hand over hand, I will come nearer, and nearer, and when you get
me down to where you are, you will have the victory.” I then laid hold upon the cable and began to
pull hand over hand. As I pulled I would measure the distance, and I could see with every hand
hold, He was coming nearer and so was the victory. When I saw I was gaining with every hand
pull I became so interested, absorbed and possibly excited, I became lost to everything else, and
made so much noise I woke up the neighborhood. Soon I had the Lord down where I could almost
touch Him, and just then He said, “Now if you will reach up with both hands, take hold of the cable
firmly, and give one last strong pull, you will. have Me and the victory. I reached up, laid hold
firmly, gave one last mighty pull, and down He came and down I came, prostrate on the ground
while the power of the Holy Ghost surged all through me, throbbing, purging, cleansing from all

When praying so loudly and earnestly some of the neighbors heard me, as well as my

people at the house. When I fell to the ground and so suddenly became perfectly still, it nearly
frightened them out of their wits. Our neighbors came ever to find out what could be the matter. My
mother, father, and nephew became so frightened, my father and nephew came down across the
field to find, out what could be the matter. They began to walk around in the brush calling my
name, fearing they would find me dead, while my mother and the neighbors waited at the house for
the sad news. All of this time, I lay on the ground under the power of God. It must have, been a
long time. When I began to regain consciousness I heard them calling, and answered, “Here am I.”
My father and nephew came up and fairly gasped their relief. My father exclaimed, “We thought
you were dead.”

Little did my father know he spoke one of the greatest truths any prophet or sage ever

spoke, for that day I died — so dead I have never come to life through all the past years. I then
arose from the ground never to be the same person through time and all eternity. I started to walk
back across the field while the enduement of power from on high continued throbbing and pulsating
through my being until I could feel it clear out in my finger tips. “Glory be to God,” I had received


my Pentecost, and it has stood the test of the years. He has enabled me to witness for Him in the
demonstration of the Holy Ghost and power ever since.

This Pentecostal experience always has been and still is God’s equipment for service. E.

Stanley Jones, Dr. Connet. and Bishop B. T. Roberts said it is absolutely impossible to witness as
we ought without it. —

“Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Let us thine influence prove;
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love.

Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by Thee
The prophets wrote and spoke;
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key;
Unseal the sacred book.”

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Source: “My Life Story” b Amos L. Haywood

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(A Collection of Holiness Experience Accounts)
Compiled by Duane V. Maxey

Vol. I — Named Accounts

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