Ronald A. Green

Ronald A. Green

Pastor Ronald A. Green

Pastor Ronald A. Green

I was born in East L.A. and grew up in the San Fernando Valley until I was 11 years old.  At that time, we moved to Arroyo Grande.

Although, my Grandpa and Grandma Green were Apostolic preachers, my parents never went to church, nor took us.  I have a couple of faint recollections of my Grandma Green locking herself in the cellar and praying for several days seeking God for her lost family.  She passed away when I was 4 years old and my Grandpa Green a few years later.

But, I have an Aunt Alpha (my dad's baby sister) who lived for God and would pick us up occasionally for church.  She tells stories of how she would hold me on her lap during service and I wouldn't utter a peep.  We attended Sunday School in Burbank and Van Nuys when some saint from the church would pick us up.  We tended to move quite often in my childhood years, so it was "hit and miss" attending church.

After we moved to Arroyo Grande, I began to seek for the Holy Ghost when I was 12 years old.  I was attending church at the Gospel Lighthouse in Grover City at that time.  Bro. Cobb was the pastor.  As time went on, I drifted away from the church.  My Aunt Alpha and Uncle Bill, and their daughter Carolyn always were a strong influence in my life though.

Reaching the teenage years, I began to drink and party.  I hung out with the "cowboy" crowd and was always the "life of the party." As I approached my senior year of high school, life as I was living it began to get old. I became very dissatisfied with the direction it was heading.  I had seen my dad's life and knew if I kept going in the direction I was heading I would turn out just like him.  One night as I sat on my bed, I took my shotgun out, loaded it and contemplated killing myself.  I knew what I needed was something that lasted, and that was God.

I began attending the Gospel Lighthouse again.  One night, after seeking for the Holy Ghost, the pastor, Bro. Billy Fulguim, asked me if I wanted to be baptized in Jesus Name.  I said sure.  On November 24, 1974, I was baptized in a horse trough out in the Sunday School annex, and came out of the water speaking in tongues! My first thought was "This is it! This is what I have been looking for!"

I began my walk with God.  My life changed drastically.  No longer were parties, drinking, and running around the foremost activities in my life.  Now it consisted of the things of God.  I began to invite my buddies to church, trying to win them to God.  Many of my old friends came to church with me. It was quite a sight to see that row of cowboy hats in the church!

After attending church faithfully for a year or so, I began to get discouraged.  I began to backslide towards that old lifestyle again.  One night after attending a party with my girlfriend, as I drove home, I decided to stop at a 7-11 on the Pike in Arroyo Grande to get something to drink.  I never made it there.  I pulled over on the side of the Pike and passed out at the wheel.  I didn't realize my foot was pushing the throttle down causing the engine to roar until it blew up and caught on fire.  As my car was burning, slowly making its way into the interior of the car, where I was passed out, God used a teen-age girl who was awake because she was sick and couldn't sleep.  My car was parked right in front of her house.  As it exploded and caught on fire, she heard it and looked out and saw what was happening.  She called the fire department, who showed up shortly thereafter. My next recollection was being handcuffed and put in the back of a police car.  That officer looked at me and told me "Son, you are a lucky young man.  A few more minutes, and you would have been a fried potato."  That same night another young man who was backslid also was hit and killed.  God was so merciful to spare my life.  After about a year of being miserable, I came back to God, praying through to the Holy Ghost again.  Since then, I have never looked back!  God's goodness and mercy is ever present in my life.

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AuthorRhonda Baker
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Dallas as a baby born addicted to Methadone

Dallas as a baby born addicted to Methadone

Dallas as he is now.  Praise God for His unfailing mercies.

Dallas as he is now.  Praise God for His unfailing mercies.

Born March 7, 2010 at 12:57 a.m. 6 pounds, 4 ounces, 18 1/2" long.  

Dallas was born addicted to methadone.  He is our grandson, but at seven weeks of age he was placed in our home by CPS and he has been here ever since.  When he was two years old his adoption became final and we are the only parents he has ever known.  Therefore he is now our son.  He has always called my husband "Daddy" and me "Momma."  This baby is nothing short of a divine miracle.  He was exposed to all kinds of drugs during pregnancy, including heroin, marijuana, nicotine, methadone, etc.  He should never have lived, but God had His hand on him from the beginning.  He was born with a myriad of problems.  The church prayed and Pastor Green came to the NICU and prayed for Dallas.  Dallas was in the NICU for three weeks.  Today he is a living walking miracle.  He is a rambunctious little boy full of life and fun with no health problems.  He has been a huge blessing and joy to us.  I thank God continually for Dallas.  There is no God like my God!  

Sis. Loretta Hunt (Momma)

Jordan in ICU being monitored for Methadone addiction

Jordan in ICU being monitored for Methadone addiction

Jordan as a young healthy boy delivered from Methadone addiction withdrawals.

Jordan as a young healthy boy delivered from Methadone addiction withdrawals.

Jordan, born September 6, 2013.  Jordan, also our grandson, was born addicted to methadone and spent one month in the NICU.  Once again the church prayed, Pastor and Sis. Green came to the NICU and prayed for Jordan, and after one month, Jordan was discharged from the hospital and placed in our home by CPS.  God did a mighty work.  Today Jordan is nine months old, crawling, standing, and trying to walk.  He is a perfect little baby.  It's impossible not to fall in love with him.  We are in the adoption process now.  God has blessed us with another little boy.  Who says God doesn't heal anymore?  To God be all the glory!

Sis. Loretta Hunt

One year after my diagnosis. God is good!

One year after my diagnosis. God is good!

In March of 2001, I was diagnosed with malignant cancer.  The term for it was DCIS. Ductile Carcinoma in Situ.  As you can imagine, I felt like someone hit me with a ton of bricks.  I remember battling twitches underneath my skin.  It first started in my eyes and then moved on to my face.  They weren't noticeable by anyone other than myself, but they were driving me nuts.  I remember one evening talking with my Dad over the phone and I couldn't even carry on a decent conversation.  I would lose my train of thought and not remember what I was talking about. My Dad told me months later, that he was really concerned about me after that conversation.  I also found out from a cousin of mine who has taken biology in college, and she told me later that those symptoms are symptoms of someone suffering a minor stroke.  She, of course, didn't tell me this until I was able to testify about God's goodness later.  The straw that broke the camel's back is when Bro. Klann was at our church preaching revival and I was trying to concentrate and look at him, but all I could see was flickering as if a flickering monitor. That's the only way I could describe it. That Sunday morning I went up to get prayed for.  And, again, the Holy Ghost was so powerful, I was almost brought to my knees.  I didn't realize it until our family was heading home after morning service, that the twitches in my face were totally gone.  I also knew that God had healed me of my cancer.  I tried to get the medical community to do another mammogram and they would not.  I then realized that I was going to have to go through surgery.  Realizing my body wasn't my own, but is God's bought for a price, I knew that God was in control.  I went through the surgery and then was told that it would take roughly 4 days for the results from the pathology lab to come back.  I received a phone call from my doctor's office saying they had found no cancer in the outlying tissue.  With much questioning of the nurse, she finally put the doctor on the phone.  He in turn told me that no cancer was found in the outlying tissue.  I told the doctor that I understood that, but what were the results in the tissue they had excised?  He had to tell me flatly "no".  I had a meeting with him the following Monday and asked him if I could talk to him about this in our meeting.  That Monday, when he walked in to the examining room, he immediately reiterated that they could not find cancer in the outlying tissue.  I waited till he was done with his business, then I asked him if I could talk to him about this.  I ran through the whole gamut, about the twitching face, getting prayed for, etc.  That doctor, out of his mouth, said he knows I got healed!  Praise God.

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AuthorRhonda Baker
CategoriesPentecostal