My name is Rob Walker. I was born in Los Angeles, CA, where I was raised, and I attended school there till I was 15. Then I, and most of my family, moved to the island of Guam, USA, in 1967. Guam is a small island about 30 miles long and four to eight miles wide. It’s mainly known for having several military installations there, and is very similar in other ways to Hawaii, only it’s smaller.

It was during this time (the next six years that I lived there) that I began to realize my life wasn’t turning out at all the way I had thought it should. I had no true happiness, no peace, no real friends, no sense of achievement or fulfillment, no direction, and certainly no truth. High school and college seemed to me to be a total waste of time and energy. Every so often I would give my all to whatever I was doing, such as my job, or sports, or getting high grades in school, etc., to see if this would bring me any happiness or fulfillment, but none of these ever did. I just became more miserable and fell deeper into sin. There were so many things going wrong in my life, and I was just powerless to change any of it. Satan was taking over my life more and more every day.

I had taken several trips to Japan during this time, and the last trip I took over there the Lord was dealing with me quite severely. It was midday in November, 1973, when I was downtown in one of the big cities there. Something inside me told me to get on a plane going back to Guam. My first attempt failed because there were no seats left. I waited a little while and an urgency inside me compelled me to not be denied getting on a plane. Consequently, I went to another ticket agency and asked them to confirm my reservation, even though I didn’t have one. About 10 minutes later they actually confirmed my nonexistent reservation, and told me the flight would be leaving that evening. That night shortly after take-off, we were flying through some terrible turbulence, and I thought there was a very good chance we were going to crash. I knew in my soul somehow if we did, that something really bad was going to happen to me, and I became truly terrified for the first time in my life. I prayed my first real prayer since I could remember—just two words, “Oh God! Oh God!” over and over and over again for a long time. Thank God we landed safely! God knew how to get my attention. He wanted me on that flight.

Later that night, the Lord showed me what a wretched and miserable filthy sinner I had been before Him all those years. He let me know I needed Him, and I needed His help, and I needed His forgiveness, and I needed it right now. As I was on my knees looking up to Heaven, I could feel the burden of my sins separating me from a Holy God (Isaiah 59:2). It was at that moment that God, Jesus, crushed my wicked and hard heart, and I cried for over two hours asking Him to forgive me. When I got up, I was a new person. I was completely changed from the inside out. Jesus had saved me and washed all my filthy sins away in His precious blood. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! The next morning I got up, and all I wanted to do was find out what God wanted me to do. I had been instantly delivered from alcohol, drugs, evil desires, and all my wicked ways. Then I started looking for the real people of God.

Most of the people in Guam that I knew were Catholics. All of the time I lived there, not one of them ever told me about God, Jesus, Heaven, Hell, or the final judgment. The Holy Spirit had already told me that I would be in Los Angeles soon, although at the time I did not know it was the Holy Spirit. On my way to Los Angeles I stopped in Hawaii for about 3 months. During this time (January or February, 1974) I just happened to see the Tony and Susan Alamo Christian Foundation program on a borrowed TV. Susan Alamo was preaching in the power of the Holy Spirit as I listened in amazement. It was the first time in my life that I had ever heard anyone speak words of truth in the power of the Holy Spirit. Everything she said made so much perfect sense that I found myself wondering why I had never before heard anyone ever speak like her!! Praise God! I was finally hearing the truth! About a couple of months later, having moved back to L.A., I went to the services in Canyon Country, CA. Many times I drove 30 to 50 miles just to feel the power and presence of God in Pastors Tony and Susan Alamo’s preaching and services. Pastor Alamo allowed me to become a volunteer member of their mighty Ministry, and, praise God, that was nearly 39 years ago.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord put me here, and that He showed me spiritually who Tony and Susan Alamo are, and if you aren’t fully aware of this truth, you soon will be.

Praise the Lord,

Rob Walker