Ken Mayfield

My earliest memories are of home where there were many struggles.  My dad became an alcoholic when I was very young. His lifestyle included having numerous affairs, disappearing for days while drunk or with one of his many girlfriends. When he was at home, he was very abusive. Once when I was 9, he bent my mother’s hand backwards until he had broken every bone in her hand. He then laughed and mocked her saying that there was no way that she could drive herself to the hospital.

The summer that I turned 12 was one of the worst. By then, my dad had returned home for a few months but was still drinking heavily. Our car had been repossessed and we were living in a rented, run-down mobile home in Charlotte, N.C. My parents discovered that my mom was pregnant. Dad was not happy.  On August 3rd, he came home and with slurred, drunken speech, announced that he wasn’t going to have another baby. He stated that he was going to take my mother into the bedroom and kill her. He began beating her and throwing her around the small trailer’s living room. When she was on the floor, he kicked her so forcefully that each kick thrust her body forward on the floor and then into the narrow hallway leading to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Afraid, I ran to my bedroom and grabbed a .410 gauge shotgun, a gift from the previous Christmas since I loved to hunt.  As my dad passed the doorway, I told him to stop. Mom was still crumpled in the floor. Dad was holding her wrists, still kicking her with each step.  I was in the corner of the room with the gun pointed at my dad. He dropped my mother’s wrists and walked toward me. The next thing I remember is seeing smoke roll from the end of the barrel of the gun, blood splatter everywhere, my dad grab his face and then fall forward on my feet.  I ran from the room. In minutes many neighbors, the police, an ambulance and TV crews arrived.

 

My mom and I were taken to the Juvenile Division of the Mecklenburg County (Charlotte) Police Department. We sat in a room with two detectives for hours telling of past events with my dad and everything that led up to the incident that day. I was then asked to sign a statement saying that I understood that I was being charged with 1st degree murder. Until that moment I didn’t realize that my dad was dead. That night I was released into my mom’s custody.

 

A couple of weeks later I returned and was introduced to a man named Rick Hulse. He asked about every detail of the day that dad died. I answered every question. After the meeting I was told that he was the prosecuting attorney and that he had determined that my actions were in self defense. He decided not to try the case in court and would drop the charge against me. It was a huge relief to hear the news, but this was the point where my life began to spiral out of control. Within months I had become an extremely rebellious teen. I began smoking and dabbling into drugs. My friends encouraged all the wrong things and I was headed in a deadly direction.

 

By the time I was 16, we had moved to Concord, N.C.  The Youth Pastor from a local church began to visit me. He became like a big brother. One day he asked me to come to camp with the church youth group. This event changed my life. On the second night at camp, I responded to an altar call to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior. I felt I had nothing to offer. I was a rebellious, hard-headed 16 year old who had quit school in the 10th grade. I remember the minister saying that God had a plan for my life - but how could He? I was a mess.

 

As the week at camp wore on, I felt the call of God very strongly on my life. I told God that I was His and that if He wanted to use me, do it. Through a series of what I know to be God’s amazing hand at work, I finished high school, then applied and was accepted at a Bible College. While I was in college, my youth pastor took a position as pastor at a church in Macon, Georgia. He asked me to come work with him. While there, I learned from him and his wife what a Godly marriage is and how a man should love and treat his bride. 

Jumping forward to now, I know that God has been so faithful to me. He has allowed me to build and manage a network of Christian radio stations throughout the southeast. I have been married to a wonderful, Godly woman for nearly 25 years. We serve in ministry together. We have one child, Kellan. He is a junior at a Christian university.   For the last five years He has allowed me to serve as one of the staff ministers at First Baptist North Spartanburg.

 

 While I know that God has brought me a long way, I know that I am nothing without Him. I am so blessed and undeserving of the goodness that He has shown me.

 

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Mary Lu Saylor

My second marriage ended and I knew that I needed to be in church. I had wanted to go but my second husband didn’t want to. He felt his church had let him down in the past and didn’t want to try again. A friend of mine and I started going to church together. We were going to “shop around” for a church but settled on the first one we went to which was Oak Grove Baptist.

About a month after beginning to go to church Pastor Rufus Chaneyworth preached a very simple message entitled “God Is Love.” This was truly my breaking point. I felt God reaching down and telling me that it didn’t matter what I had done, that I was His child and would be forever as long as I accepted him. When I left the service I started crying and didn’t stop for a long time. I didn’t go up for the invitation that day, but I did the next Sunday.

Almost 8 years ago I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. He has taken me on a journey that has been indescribable. My friend who started going to church with me became my husband 2 years later. We have been able to serve in different church groups and even have been teachers! The Lord laid a burden on our hearts to change churches and he paved the way to FBNS, and we feel so very grateful in the way the Lord prepared us to serve. I can’t wait to see what the Lord wants from us next!

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Lydia Nusz

My life before Christ was a wreck. I had been cussing a lot and I knew something was wrong but I didn’t care.

My poppa was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. So he went into the hospital a lot. It was November 4, 2006 when he passed away. It got me thinking I wasnt sure on where I was going when I died. So I got saved in church. But on January 23, 2008 I was in chapel at my school, and Dave Walton was speaking. I reddidicatted my life that day.

My life since that day has been amazing. I have grown a lot closer to God. During school I started a 8th grade devotion time and I got a lot out of it.

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Josh Epton

I cannot remember a time in my life without involvement in church. I was raised on the stories and songs of God. In school I was known as the “preacher/singer” who was always preaching and singing about God. My life before I made Jesus my Lord and Savior was pleasant. I was not involved with the wrong crowd and did not do the things they did. (Although I did get into some negative things later in life, but God delivered me.) Growing up in church, I had always seen people go down the aisle at the end of the service. One Sunday I did that, not having a clue what I was doing. My life really did not change.

I was in the tenth grade when God began to make clear to me that I had never accepted him as my Savior. A guest speaker said, “Some of you are like the baseball player who hit a homerun and was called out when you got to home plate. When questioned, the umpire simply said, ‘You did not touch first base.’” I knew immediately that was me. I knew how to act like a Christian, but I was not one because I had not surrendered my life to Him.

Since that time God has richly blessed my life. I have had the opportunity to serve Him and spread His word in over twenty-three states and two foreign countries. He allowed me to teach 6th grade science and history, all the while being a missionary to the students and faculty. He has blessed me with an amazing wife and two incredible children. And now I serve him as a staff member and worship leader at First Baptist North Spartanburg. There have been difficult times, but God’s grace has sustained me. He will do the same for you if you will place your trust in him.

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Ruth Anagnost

I was raised a PK and I was at chuch at least 3 times a week and sometimes more. It never bothered me because I enjoyed the people. At a very young age I gave my life to God. I served him with all my little heart and would always invite people to church. One Sunday in a Wesleyan Church in Akron, Ohio my Dad had a special service to see who brought the most people. I had 35 people and one of those ladies that came got saved and served God till she died. I always had a gift for bringing people to church.

During my teen years I rebeled and went on with life without God. I started drinking and thought it was cool. Two marriges and 35years later I was getting a 2nd divorce with no money and no one to help me. I started going to the Nazarene church where I gave my life back to Christ. Things have been changing in my life ever since. One day on my way to church I saw a sign that said Mike Huckabee ws coming to speak at First Baptist North Spartanbur. My car made a left turn right into the parking lot, and I have been coming here ever since. God has given me a home that I love. My Mom now lives with me. We both trust in him and pray, and when things go wrong Mom and I pray. When two people pray in God’s will and agree on it, it will happen.

It is now a joy to get up and start a new day because I know that God will be with me. The life I left behind was a terrible place, but through Jesus Christ I will aways live the new life for him. I am glad that Jesus died on the cross so that one day I will be in heaven with my dad and family. I’m proud to tell the world that I’m going to serve him everyday of my life.

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