La Vernia Christian Teaching Center
Pastor Billy C. Moore's Testimony
I recall the early years of my life as very difficult years. I was born during the depression  in
1929. My parents were divorced when I was three years old. By the time I was eight years
old, I was shining shoes and selling newspapers on the streets of Houston, Texas
where I learned the ways of the world at an early age.

Dope was not a problem in that day, but I picked up bad habits such as cursing  and petty
theft. I learned to pick up cigarettes from the street curbs and gutters and also learned about
the facts of life, how to survive, how to make a living, and so much more.

My mother later remarried and we moved to the country north of Houston. There I  ran with
a better group of boys. We did some farm work and had less time for mischief.
However, I remember a Sunday when a group of boys gathered for a hunting trip and one
boy had an old shotgun that didn't have a trigger. You had to pull the hammer back and
then let your thumb slip off the hammer to fire the shell. While we made preparations for the
trip, a friend of mine playfully pointed the old gun straight at me and said: "I think I'll just go
ahead and shoot you and save the hunting trip."  We both thought the gun was unloaded
but as I pushed the barrel away from my midsection, my friend's thumb slipped off the
hammer and the 12 gauge shotgun went off.  I felt the wind as it passed my side and I knew
I had escaped death but I didn't give this much thought.

A few weeks later a very close friend of ours went hunting with another buddy, who was
using the same gun. While our friend walked in front of the boy, he raised the gun to shoot
at some birds.  With the gun about mid-way of our friend's back, his finger slipped off the
hammer killing our friend instantly.  After this I knew my life had been spared.

At the age of 16 World War II had just ended so I tried to join the armed services but was
not accepted because of my small size.  I then joined the Merchant Marines and went to
Corpus Christi, Texas.  While on a tanker, during a bad storm with hardened old seamen
singing "Nearer My God to Thee", I became very seasick.  For two days I was almost out of
my head and didn't care to live.  The ship was bucking hard and I had gone to the stern and
climbed on the guard rail.  A fellow sailor came and pulled me off and asked me if I was
trying to commit suicide.  Immediately a huge wave swept over the ships stern and I knew
again that my life had been spared but I still gave God no credit.  I was to busy living my
own sinful life. I wasn't even trying to get ahead like most young people. We speak of
"cursing like a sailor". Well, I think I could have taught the sailors a few things about
profanity.

I didn't go to high school but I was educated in sin.  After a few years out at sea, I got a job
with a construction company that took me to the town of Lytle, Texas.  At the age of 18, I
married a girl and we later had three children. Being an alcoholic, I didn't have much time
for a family.  I found myself closing up a beer joint almost every night of our eighteen years
of marriage.  We both lived in sin and didn't raise our children as Christians.  

Just before the birth of my third child, I got a job as a line construction man. After a Sunday
drinking party, I went to work in Hondo, Texas.  While changing out a voltage line there, I
came in contact with 2300 volts which passed through my body and came out at my hip.  I
woke up in a hospital with a doctor saying: "If he makes it through the day, he will live."  A
few hours later that same day, I was sitting on the hospital steps waiting for the line crew to
pick me up.  They couldn't believe it was me.  I still wasn't giving God any praise for what
He had done.  On our way home we stopped off at a beer joint.

Soon after this, I went back to heavy construction mostly drilling foundations for bridges.
One of the jobs brought me to the little town of La Vernia, Texas where they were putting a
bridge over the Cibolo Creek. While in La Vernia, I met my future wife, Ruby.  I started
going with her and got divorced from my first wife.  We could no longer get along and didn't
want to. The divorce didn't solve any problems.  I  just had more freedom to do as I
pleased. I loved the night life and all that goes with it including hillbilly and western music.
There aren't many places between here and Arabia that I did not visit or played music in.
Even thou I now knew the drinking habit was going to ruin another good relationship I never
got a grip on myself.  

I went to Arabia as a Crane operator.  Money was good and I thought I would level off but
again I ran into the same problem of drinking and more time to drink.  Ruby wrote me to tell
me that she had been reinstated in her church. That didn't mean much to me but it sounded
good.  When I came back to the states, I found her to be a changed person so  I thought I
had a chance to level my life. I attended church and thought it was good, since I had never
belonged to anything religious. I could sit there comfortably with the best
of them. But going to church didn't change my life. The membership alone didn't give me
the satisfaction I needed.  I hadn't given my heart and life to Jesus Christ and I had not
been born again.

During this time, Ruby and I were married.  After five years of not missing a Sunday service,
I still had my sinful habits.  My wife owned a restaurant in La Vernia, Texas at the time and
our friends would meet there on Sunday afternoon and have beer and a
fellowship party.  One Monday, after a good drinking spree, I realized we hadn't really
received Jesus Christ.  We were just hypocrites and I was leading them all.

One day, as I drove to work, I poured out my heart to Jesus Christ saying, "Lord if there is
any way in your power, enter into this life and clean it up. I will dedicate the rest of my life to
live for you."  Immediately a peace and joy came over me and the tears began to flow.  I
could hardly drive to work and I didn't say a curse word all day.  Something I hadn't done in
30 years.  Later that evening on the way home, I stopped at my favorite old joint where I
met my wife each monday to do some shopping for the restaurant.  Instead of asking for a
beer, I asked for a coke.  The bartender looked straight at me and my wife asked me if I
was sick.  God had allowed me go back to that joint to prove I had been delivered.  The
desire for alcohol had left me.  I immediately began to witness and tell others what had
happened in my life.  

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