OUR HISTORY   back to main history
Some personal stories of why Jesus called us, where we came from and why most of us are still here.   (Alan)


ALAN BONJOUR
My beginnings will need to wait for now, but I came to the Lord in 68, my sister Elaine came in after about 8 or 9 years of prayer. My mother had on several occasions “forbidden” me to speak of God in her home. (It was “OK” for me to be a christian on Sundays, but NOT the rest of the week). I cried out for my siblings over and over, pleading with God because I knew my family knew all the dirt on me, and “if they have only to look at me, LORD, all they can see is my garbage … how will they ever know You if it is me they have to look upon!?” So one day, as I was painting alone on a cathedral ceiling for Christian Brothers Painting, in the middle of the ceiling I heard clear, distinct word’s to me in the room: “Your sister needs to speak with you. You need to go see her.” I stopped in mid stroke and answered back, out loud of course: “You mean like, right NOW?” I did not get a reply to my query, so I decided I should at least finish the job out so as to not prove unfaithful to my responsibilities. When I did visit her, 2-3 years into her schooling at Western in Kazoo, we went out for a walk through town together and Elaine turned to me after a bit of chit-chat, and declared that she had really wanted to talk with me: “I have seen God really change your life, and know that ONLY a God who was REAL could do such a thing”, because she knew it could not have been me. “I want to follow your God; how do I do it?” I spent a few days explaining what I could, and brought her in to meet you (Dawn) and Ralph, as people I knew to be seriously in the Lord. Several years later my youngest brother Larry (in the midst of his college years also) came to me and said about the very same words.

ALAN BONJOUR
My mother asked me "what's new" when I had come home from hearing from both Larry & Elaine. When I told her they had decided to follow my Jesus, she flipped "what did you do to ____? What did you talk them into?". It took many years for my mothers heart to heal of her own pains, and just two years before she her death, she came to know the Saviors love also.

ALAN BONJOUR
I was baptized several times. Sort of. I got a Presbyterian dab when I was ? Years before I came to KNOW the Living God which was the summer of 1968. I was so hungry for spiritual food I would take just about any offers, so when my older sister wanted some moral support when a friend of hers was bugging her to come out to see her church, I went along. That one was an Apostolic Pentecostal church, which was rather strange, but what did I know. I did not fully understand what was going on, but asked God one thing: "Lord, if this is from you and for me, then I WANT IT. If not, then I don't. At some point, I asked if I could be baptized and so was dunked In the tank behind the altar. A month or two after that I overheard a conversation about me where it was clearly expressed that I they did not believe I had been born again nor would they until they witnessed me "speaking in tongues". I packed my bags shortly after, because I KNEW that God had transformed me. I went thru some mental torment within: "Was I still baptized even if the church did not recognize me to be a Christian?". Several years later, I was baptized again in one of the lake dunkings out at Kensington or Bishop, but this time by those who knew me to be born anew. I just wanted to get the question off of my shoulder so I could move on.

ALAN BONJOUR
OK, true confessions:Back when ToeBob had his bookstore/coffee shop thing going down on 2nd, a collection of Brothers would meet every week (on Saturdays?) to hit Wayne State campus evangelically with our self brewed “tracts” throwing our lines in the water. I took it to heart that I wanted to get involved also ... this quiet shy kid who mostly listened to as much as he could catch with his ear. I went to the Army/Navy shop and purchased the requisite “Ammo Bag”. Still have it and still love it. So after a handful or two of outings, on the open campus turf, I suddenly found myself surrounded by my brothers. I thought I was in deep _ _ _ t about something. I’m not sure, but I think it was ToeBob who spoke up to break the ice. “Alan, I used to think that it was everyones job to work as an evangelist, but you have proven me wrong. I don’t think that your gift is that of an evangelist, maybe you should go home.” Believe me when I say that was no heavy blow. It was a GREAT relief to me to here those words.


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