Stories About John Robert Stevens

When I was a child and on into my early teens, my parents made me go to church. Therefore, I became a not very churchy type person and I found the Bible to be dead and dry. But I very much believed there was a God. I cannot remember a time that I was not given to prayer in my heart.

In 1975, I had the privilege of being in the L.A. area churches for one of the biblical feasts and some Sabbath services at Anaheim. And this man opened his mouth and opened The Book! When He spoke, the Scriptures were finally alive to me! The scales fell from my eyes. It penetrated the hardness of my heart. The seals were taken off the Book.

From that moment on I didn’t know a time in my life that I could not pick up The Bible and something didn’t live for me out of the pages. “What was from the beginning, what I have heard, what I have seen with my eyes, what I beheld and my hands handled concerning the Word of Life.” (I John 1:1) I knew this man was different than any man I had encountered. There was a man sent from God to me, and His name was John.