The testimonies on this page are from real people. They are people you can meet, touch, speak to and maybe even relate to. These are their experiences and as you read them, you begin to realize how different we all are and that God seems to have a way to reach everyone. Why don't you come to one of our Services and meet these and other members of our congregation?

Wendell Lowe

I was born August 8, 1927 in Waterbury, Vermont, just three months before the 1927 flood. Dad was loosely connected to the Advent Christian Church in the village of Colbyville. Mother made sure we went every chance we got. Godly pastors who served the church were a help in steering us to a faith in Christ.

Either January 1937 or 38, an evangelist, Rev White from England, spoke at the Wesley United Methodist Church in Waterbury on our need for Christ in our lives. I cannot remember exactly what he said, but about twelve of us went forward to ask Christ into our lives.  

I looked the same when I came out of church, but there was a big difference in my life afterward—not perfect by any means—but changed. From then on, people in the church contributed to my spiritual growth - Pastors Stone, Wolcott, Dyer, and Bryant and Sunday school teachers, Merrill Powers, Mrs. Homer and Clement Allen. Mr. Allen taught our teenage boy’s class. Being a recovered

alcoholic, he knew what it was like to be a non-believer.

He carefully led us through our group lessons but showed us more by his life what being a Christian was supposed to be like. For example, one evening, my brothers and I were on our way to his house when we came on a man lying beside the road. He was moaning so we knew he was alive, we ran the next hundred yards to Clement’s house for help.  When we told him what had happened, Mr. Allen put on his coat, not stopping for boots, and left to help the man. To help someone was more important to him than Bible study.

I know that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh, was crucified for my sins, and now He alone can save us from the consequences of our sin.  I have assurances of everlasting life in God’s Kingdom.

Because of this assurance, I especially felt God’s comfort when Jennie died. Knowing that we would see each other again, the resurrection is a promise of everlasting life.

Fred Spencer

I was brought up in the Episcopal church and we were ardent attendees. I was pleased with my extensive cluster of perfect attendance pins, but I wasn't aware of a personal relationship with Jesus.

The year was 1974 when I met an attractive girl at the University of Denver who asked me, "What do you think of Jesus?" Well, it had been a while since I had considered such a topic. My response was something to the effect that "He was a nice guy". That certainly didn't win any points. So, along with her coaching and that of some members of Campus Crusade for Christ I began my walk with Jesus. At that time, I accepted Jesus as my personal savior and have been blessed with his love and that of my wife, Suzy, ever since.

Life with Jesus has been a great adventure and I pray that you experience it too.

Carlos Pinkham

I was born in Brattleboro, VT, in 1943. After WWII my family moved to Melrose, MA, where we attended the Melrose Baptist Church. In 1951 we moved to Jericho, VT, where we attended the Congregational Church. Teaching continued, but my understanding remained where it began in Massachusetts. I had little more than a crude grasp of what God was like. He was:

1. bigger than me (He is bigger than the universe),

2. older than me (He had to be older than the universe),

3. much more powerful than me (He created the universe),

4. much smarter than me (The universe He created works extraordinarily well)

5. He could be prayed to, mostly for things I wanted, only a little to talk about things I was ashamed I did.

Somehow Jesus fit into this, but I hadn’t the vaguest notion how.

My understanding remained at that level until 1970 when my wife, Chris, my two sons, and I moved to Dugway Proving Ground in Utah. Many of the civilian employees lived at Dugway. We were among them. Chris started attending the Protestant Chapel and shortly thereafter, a new Chaplain and his wife, Gale and Martha Wilson, arrived. Chris challenged me to join her. I did and I quickly became intrigued by their unabashed love of people and Gale’s fascinating sermons on the scientific evidence for God and the Bible.  

For the next year and a half, I listened to Gale's sermons, attended adult Sunday School, and read God's Word and commentaries on God's Word. My prayer during this time was, "God, I've always

thought you're real, but I'm beginning to think you're more real than I realized, and you're really interested in a personal relationship with me; show me that you are."

Before long, I was more convinced than ever that God was real and that He not only loved His Creation, He specifically loved me. Thus, I made God Lord of my life. But also, I was learning increasingly about this mysterious person, Jesus, and more about myself. I learned that Jesus was God's Holy Son and I was an unholy son. Slowly but surely, I began to see that the issue was not my goodness compared to others', but my unholiness compared to Jesus' Holiness.

So, one October night in Salt Lake City in 1976, at a Continental Singers' Concert, I finally surrendered my pride to God. Unsure one instant that I was doing the right thing; certain the next, that I had, as I made Jesus my Lord AND my Savior and the Holy Spirit, the Destroyer of all doubt, entered in. 

So much has happened since. God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit have become dearer and clearer to me with each passing adventure.  

For more about my adventures, or the role of science and faith in my life, contact me at pinkhamcnu@gmail.com.