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By Lyndon Roesler

Hi, my name is Lyndon Roesler, and I am the pastor here at the Armstrong United Methodist Church. I have embarked on a project that will not be easy. But it is the only practical way for us to share what God is doing in our lives. We all have a story to tell, and we are called by Jesus to be witnesses. Acts 1:8 “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be My witness,” So every time I have the opportunity to write for the Journal, I will share another part of my life and how God has blessed me.

My story starts before I was born with my mom and dad. They were faithful Christians and loved Jesus with all their heart. But being a Christian does not free you from problems and trials. Mom and dad wanted kids. After three miscarriages the Doctor told mom she would never be able to have children, and that it would be dangerous for her to try. My mom believed in the power of Prayer! She learned this from her mom who raised her family of 9 children on her own, after her young husband had died.

My mom went to praying just like Hannah, I Samuel 1-2 “O Lord of hosts, if You will indeed look on the affliction of me your servant, and remember me, and not forget me, but will give me a son, then I will give him to You all the days of his life.” I was born August 19, 1948 in Waseca, MN. I was a very happy child and began life in a small farm house on Grandma Bathke’s back 40 acres. When I was 2-years-old we moved to town and it was the best place in the whole world to grow up. We lived 2 blocks for Clear Lake Park. (Swimming, fishing, swings, slides, Ice skating, and sliding on the big hill and in the other direction only one block to the Fair Grounds). The perfect place to grow up! Mom and dad were blessed by God and so was I! (2 years later my sister was born and in three more years my brother came along).
I had not reached my second birthday, when mom thought that God was asking her to fulfill the promise she had made Him. She handed my little body to her sister and said “you have to take him. I cannot bear to have Lyn die in my arms.” The Polio Epidemic of the 1950’s was killing and crippling children throughout the whole country. But our God is so great we cannot comprehend it. So how and who did God use to save me? That will be the beginning of the next part of my story! A testimony to the Greatness of Our God!

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