extraordinary faith deposit was invested in my heart that morning! Soon I found myself spending late evenings and Saturday mornings prostrate on some wooden pallets in the church’s furnace room, where I knew no one would disturb me. A hunger for Jesus and a passion for the lost always consumed my prayer. As I look back over some fifty-three years of ministry since, I believe seeds of faith were planted in my heart during that Sunday morning message. Over the years, I would retell the story of my first encounter