When I was 11 years old, my family moved to Arkansas from Elgin, IL. It was a major culture shock. A wonderful elderly lady that lived down the dirt road came by and took us to church. It was at this church that I made a profession of faith. But there was no change in my life. My family did not attend church and it was never made to be important. I fell out of church after high school and attended UCA in Conway, AR. It was here I met my wife. We were married in May of 1994. It was after 2 children and a lot of prayer from the church my wife was attending that I got back into church. We had been attending Bible Baptist Church in Jacksonville, AR when the Lord worked on my heart that I was not saved. I remembered going forward as a child but finally understood what it meant to be lost. It was on June 18th, 2003, a Wednesday night during a testimony service that almost everyone who stood up stated they thought they were saved but they were not. That was me! The Lord pricked my heart and I could not wait to get down to the alter where one of the male staff members at the church showed me from the Bible how to accept Christ as my Saviour.
Larry’s Ministry Calling
After I accepted Christ as my Saviour, He then called me to preach 2 months later. I started to attend Bible College at Bethel Baptist College in Jacksonville, AR. This school is a part of Bible Baptist Church. I was only attending part time and working 60 to 70 hours a week. All my children were in Jacksonville Christian Academy, also a part of our church, and my wife was helping at the school to help with the cost. We had just attended our second missions conference when the Lord impressed on my heart that I was to be a missionary. I prayed and prayed about where to go. During one of our camp meetings I spoke to a missionary from Spain. He said I would do really well in Spain because I looked like the people there. The seed was planted, but I was still searching for an answer.
SPAIN ON A TRAIN
It was on a Sunday morning, while driving one of our local bus routes that God showed up and answered my prayer. We had stopped at a railroad crossing, and I was speaking to my captain about my need to know. When the last train car went by it had one word on it. From top to bottom, left to right, the word, SPAIN. I looked at him and he said, “There is your answer”. The Lord has been opening doors from then on.
Larry’s Ministry Experience
Larry has been a part of the bus ministry for 12 years, bus driver, bus worker, and a bus captain. He has also been in charge of the Nursing home ministry for 8 years. He has been the song leader/youth pastor for our satellite church in Cabot, AR. He has been the song leader/assistant pastor for the Bus Teen church for 8 years. He was a church officer for 10 years. He has been a Sunday school teacher and adult bible study leader for 5 years. This past year he has been working full time at the church with many roles: missionary intern, director of Monday night soul winning, Sunday School director, grounds crew, maintenance crew, and Wed chapel speaker for grades K-6th.
When I was growing up, my family did not attend church, but I was a bus kid to whichever church had a bus ministry. At the age of 11, I made a profession of faith because I knew I wanted to go to Heaven one day. As I became a teenager, attending church was not important to me anymore and I began to get into a lot of trouble. As I reached adulthood, I worked hard and lived by the rules of the world believing I was ok and not in need of a church home. I married my husband in ’94, we had 2 beautiful children, and I begin to think about life after death. Through the search for a preschool, I was presented with a tract from a church that offered a preschool. The attraction of the school was that it was private and cheaper than daycare. Shortly after putting my oldest child in the preschool, I begin to attend their church, Bible Baptist Church of Jacksonville, AR. Eighteen months later, after a Sunday morning service and hearing yet another salvation message the Lord smote my heart, “You are lost”. I had learned enough at that point to know that being lost meant you were NOT saved. But yet I had never felt or thought of myself as being lost before that point. That evening, Dec 15, 2002, at church before service started, I knelt down at the altar, with the help of a friend, and asked Jesus to be my Lord and Saviour!