{"id":343,"date":"2018-01-15T02:09:09","date_gmt":"2018-01-15T02:09:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.homewardpublishingministries.com\/?page_id=343"},"modified":"2020-09-04T18:10:44","modified_gmt":"2020-09-05T01:10:44","slug":"our-story","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.homewardpublishingministries.com\/our-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Our Story"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ, and be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith: That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death; If by any means I might attain unto the resurrection of the dead. Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:7-14 KJV<\/p>\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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As far back as I can remember all of my family, relatives, and friends were churchgoers. It was an important part of weekly activities. I reasoned, if you went to church and prayed, you were good and would go to heaven. But, if you didn\u2019t go to church, or if you committed crimes that were against the law, you were bad, and would go to hell.<\/p>

My father was a minister of another denomination, and I remember him saying from the pulpit at times that Jesus died for the sin of the world. But I was always told I was a \u201cgood girl.” I hadn\u2019t stolen anything big, killed anyone, or told any big lies; only little white ones. Surely these aren\u2019t the sins that Jesus came to die for; He died for the big sinners. I could never apply the death of Jesus to my life and sins.<\/p>

Everything I did was accepted by my peers and associates \u2013 who were called by the name Christians. Even though I did drink a little, curse a little, lie a little, cheat in school a little, and so on, it was all right. The Christian motto seemed to be, \u201cDo whatever you like, as long as you do it in moderation and don\u2019t get caught.\u201d Many so-called Christians would brag about the \u201cabundant life” they were entitled to. My \u201cabundant life” began when I started singing in night clubs. I sang gospels, spirituals, and rhythm and blues. For many years, it bothered me that I sang both in church and in night clubs. I talked to one of my Sunday school teachers about this subject. He seemed to think it would be all right, considering I used the money for good purposes, and my heart was right. I agreed. The seeds of a double life grew deeper and deeper.<\/p>

This led me to a career in show business in New York City. I went to the city on a scholarship to work on my master\u2019s degree in theater arts, majoring in acting. After a few months of watching other show business people, I figured it would be easy for me to make quick money and be famous too. I made my way alone, to the Apollo Theater in Harlem, every Wednesday night for a talent show. For five consecutive weeks I won first place. This led to several shows with famous artists, and a recording contract. In stage life I learned the art of manipulating people\u2019s emotions with music. I became more unaffected by people\u2019s lives, yet they became affected by mine.<\/p>

My acting career was centered around New York University, with the exception of a few television shows. When I was in one particular soap opera I was amazed at how make-believe and phony everything was. Four different rooms were all on one set, and many of the actors and actresses didn\u2019t even know their parts. A certain man was leaving the show, so he had to \u201cdie\u201d in the next couple of series. There was no room for individualism in these shows. The part was written out; either you fit it, or you didn\u2019t.<\/p>

At least forty dollars a month was spent in manicures, hair-dos, wigs, make-up, lashes, facials; not to mention clothes and portfolio pictures. I just had to keep everything \u201ctogether.” To some who knew me then, I was living an exciting life. However, deep inside I was afraid to think, because I longed for a deeper meaning in life. My life was full of bright lights, fine clothes, wining and dining, and big money. I found my picture in magazines. I appeared on TV shows. I had fans galore, a good manager. Still something was missing.<\/p>

In modeling alone, I earned sixty dollars an hour, with one of the top black modeling agencies in New York City. One lesson I learned in modeling was that almost everybody hates himself as God made him and spends most of his life trying to change the way he is.<\/p>

What the popular magazines called beautiful was the standard, and if you wanted to be beautiful and accepted, you must do what they suggested. I didn\u2019t understand what inner beauty was until I found my Lord. I was a phony. I was anything and everything to others, but nothing to myself. I was insecure, but continued playing a role. There is no joy or peace of mind like accepting yourself as you are, having nothing to hide. This comes when you\u2019ve found yourself through a personal relationship with the Lord Jesus. I once spent hours alone preparing my face to meet the public. Now I spend those hours in quiet solitude with Jesus.<\/p>

In the night club on 44th street in NYC, I met Rick Shorter. I was auditioning for a show at the club. He informed me that I could eliminate all the trouble of auditioning, and that he would get me on the show. He did, and from then on Rick managed my professional career. At that time, he had his own publishing house and recording company, managed five other musical rock groups, and was musical coordinator of a Broadway show called \u201cHair.”<\/p>

The opportunities were getting bigger every day for more shows and more money. Our careers were leading up the ladder to fame and fortune.<\/p>

One night while Rick and I were watching television in my apartment, we saw a program called It Is Written with Pastor George Vandeman. I was amazed by this program! This man spoke so differently. He seemed like a person from another world. He would often say we could find this, that, or the other in the Bible. I would think to myself, I\u2019ve been going to church all my life and I know my father knows the Bible too. If this man is telling the truth, why didn\u2019t I know this before?<\/p>

Every time I would check on what Pastor Vandeman said was in the Bible, I found it was there, and exactly as he said it. He didn\u2019t seem like the kind of person that would lie either, especially on TV. One night a book was offered to the TV audience called Steps to Christ, by Ellen G. White. I was very interested, but Rick wasn\u2019t. I persisted, so we called the phone number we were asked to call to receive the book. Later, each of us received a book in the mail. I never read it after they sent it, but those people kept our addresses, and mailed us invitations to some evangelistic meetings. I thought to myself, these are really friendly people; they even sent free tickets to the program.<\/p>

One Labor Day weekend, after a full day of fun, games, and rides at Coney Island, I suggested to Rick that we go by the church that invited us to the meetings, since they were so nice as to send us free tickets. He reluctantly agreed, never once letting me know the church was a Seventh-day Adventist, although he was a former member. The first night I was shocked. I never saw people so simple in dress and manners. They were all so young and healthy looking; even the older people had a glow to their cheeks and a skip in their step. They were genuinely friendly people.<\/p>

The minister, Ron Halvorsen, preached straight from the Bible. He said things I had never heard in my life. He taught that there are only two roads in life; one is narrow and leads to eternal life; the other is broad and leads to death and destruction. To my surprise, I discovered that there is no middle road. You have to choose one or the other.<\/p>

At every point I wanted to argue with him, but he would refer me to the Word of God, and I would be silenced. The truths in the Bible, such as the Sabbath being the seventh day of the week, baptism by immersion, and Jesus\u2019 soon return to the earth, were heart-stirring and shocking. But nothing touched my heart more than when I heard the sermon that told me Jesus was God, that He died for my sins, and loves me as if I were the only one He had created.<\/p>

When the love and righteousness of Christ were presented, I could see my hypocrisy and filthiness. Compared to others, I thought I looked pretty good, but compared to Jesus I was a sinner who needed to be saved by His grace. (Eph. 2:8, 9)<\/p>

Then I understood why going to church alone could not save me. I understood why mere profession of Christianity was no guarantee for eternal life, and that all the good deeds I did could never win me salvation. \u201cThere is none righteous, no, not one.\u201d (Rom. 3:10) I really wanted to know God. I wanted to be saved. Ron Halvorsen told me that I could know and love Jesus as a true Friend and personal Savior. (John 15:13-16) This seemed too good to be true! I never imagined God loving and caring for me so much.<\/p>

One Saturday morning, Pastor Halvorsen asked, \u201cWho wants to accept Jesus?\u201d He went on to say, \u201cTo linger is to be lost.\u201d How could I say No? The love of God had changed my heart. I was overwhelmed with the thought of God giving me salvation as a free gift simply because He loves me. I could not hold back my tears. I was crying very hard, and before I knew it, Rick and I had sprung to our feet. Tearfully but joyfully, we surrendered our lives to Jesus Christ and His guidance. I had such peace within me. I thought I had peace before, but my God declares His to be a peace that passeth all understanding, and it is!<\/p>

Soon afterward, Rick and I were baptized in Christ Jesus. We became Seventh-day Adventist Christians. More than being labeled by the name Seventh-day Adventist, we became true disciples of Christ. I have personally studied much about what this denomination believes and teaches, and my only reference has been the Bible. There is no other church on earth to which God has given so much light and truth in His Word as to Seventh-day Adventists. Until Jesus comes, I want to be identified with a people who keep all the commandments of God and have the faith of Jesus. (Rev. 14: 12; Rom. 1:16, 17)<\/p>

Rick and I both felt that the Lord had called us together, and just at the right time \u2013 before we made it \u201creally big\u201d in our careers and would not want to turn to the Lord. We both wanted to devote the rest of our lives completely, wholeheartedly, and unreservedly to the spreading of the gospel. Our Lord has answered our prayers.<\/p>

For almost two years we have owned and operated, full time, a vegetarian restaurant, health food store, and health juice bar in the East Village of New York City. It is not a money-making venture. It is His mission to lead people to life by coming to, or working in, this restaurant. These young people are now sharing their faith with others. We thank God for the way He has led and is still leading us.<\/p>

In conclusion, my convictions are expressed in the words of the apostle Paul:<\/p>

\u201cBut what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ. Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ, and be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of\u00a0 Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith: that I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made comformable unto his death.\u201d (Phil. 3:7-10)<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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I was reared in a Seventh-day Adventist home in which, we had family worship three times a day. If dad wasn\u2019t there mother led out. My parents gave Bible studies to interested persons seven nights a week.<\/p>

When I was old enough, my parents let me operate the film projector for my dad\u2019s evangelistic meetings. Since my father was an ex-jazz musician who accepted Christ as his personal Lord when I was about 3 years old, our family was able to provide the music. Dad turned his guitar into an instrument of joy as he brought the love of Jesus to hundreds through Christian music. My two brothers and I were taught to sing with him, and as a family, we were invited far and wide to participate in church programs.<\/p>

My parents were determined to provide a Christian education for their children. This took me from elementary church school in Rochester, New York, to an Adventist boarding academy, to an Adventist liberal arts college. I look back now and realize how important Christian education is. At the time, I little appreciated what everyone was trying to do for me.<\/p>

On the surface I did the right things. I sang in quartets because the Lord had given me musical ability. Requests came from everywhere, including radio stations. The \u201cAmens\u201d were loud and frequent; there would be many tears. But we didn\u2019t pay attention to what we were singing. We sang because we liked to sing and because\u00a0 we wanted to be seen.<\/p>

Because of my careless attitude toward religion it was easy to let myself slip with regard to Adventist standards. One slip led to another until, although I didn\u2019t realize it then, my whole life began to erode. Because I didn\u2019t have an inner connection with Jesus there was no great reluctance when friends invited me to share their alcoholic beverages, their theater attendance, their uninhibited dietary habits.<\/p>

Whatever was left of my spiritual life rapidly deteriorated while I was in the armed services. When I was discharged I headed for New York City where I was determined to make my first million dollars. That was my decision. I had special gifts as a musician and I was going to use that ability to become a millionaire \u2013 just as many other young musicians have made their millions. My first major purchases would be an airplane and four homes around the world. I would fly my friends and my band from one country to the next \u2013 wherever the weather was the most pleasant. Life would be one big party \u2013 just as many other young musicians were living it.<\/p>

For thirteen years I wrote and published songs, produced records, and finally ended up on Broadway with a show called \u201cHair.\u201d This was at the top. Young people from all over the country came to New York City hoping to be hired as members of this wildly successful musical. My task, in addition to writing some of its music, was to visit other cities, such as Chicago and Detroit, casting for young people to join future presentations of \u201cHair.\u201d<\/p>

All this time I was saying to myself, \u201cGod, I know You\u2019re up there.\u201d (I had never denied that there was a God.) But I said, \u201cLook God, if You come before I have made a million dollars, You are going to have to burn me up, that\u2019s all. Just burn me up because I want to make my million dollars.\u201d<\/p>

My family talent was paying off. Companies were publishing all the songs that I would write. I made $10, 000 during my first year in New York City \u2013 just writing songs. I soon found myself working in night clubs uptown instead of downtown. I found people looking for me to write songs unknown. When I went to Columbia Records, the president would walk over and say, \u201cCome into my office.\u201d I got the same kind of welcome at RCA and MGM. My annual income hit $70.000.<\/p>

And into the middle of all this came the Lord. He asked me to look around, to take a long look at the friends I had made in the world of \u201cHair,\u201d rock, and entertainment in general. Several of these world-famous people, such as Jimmy Hendrix and Janice Joplin, were dead. They had died from drug overdoses \u2013 all within a one-year period. But each was making fantastic amounts of money \u2013 as much as $30,000 for one hour on stage, and considerably more if they were on for two hours. All millionaires, and yet all dead. All young, dying the same way.<\/p>

A question hit me squarely, what is this all about?\u00a0 The tragedies were coming too fast and too close. One evening I took a fellow member of \u201cHair\u201d to his home \u2013 a young man with a leading part. The next day I glanced at a newspaper and saw him on the front page, leaping from his fifth-story room. After he fell asleep, his marijuana cigarette had set fire to something in his room and the fire had spread. He jumped to his death in order to escape the fire.<\/p>

Other sad and jarring events happened in quick succession. Through it all the Lord was speaking to me. My mom was back home praying for me. She continued to send me the Message magazine, but I would give it to some friend saying, \u201cThis is good, you ought to read it.\u201d<\/p>

Then came that night following a poker game \u2013 a game that came naturally, after I learned to be good at a card game called “Rook.” Standing on the street corner, I was still high after a good game, when I saw a young man on the back of a camper truck at the corner of 8th street and 6th Avenue. I think I heard him before I saw him. He was proclaiming the message of Jesus Christ at the top of his lungs. Everybody was laughing at him. They were asking him about a recent bus accident in which many children were killed. How could God love us and permit this to happen? When the young man tried to explain his point, he couldn\u2019t put it all together.<\/p>

Something overwhelmed me, and I felt sorry for him. Right there, I began to preach for him, the first sermon in my whole life. In that crowd of about a hundred there were four men who were making the most noise and laughing the loudest. By the time I finished explaining the plan of redemption as I had learned it in that church school in Rochester and during my academy and college years, those four men were crying real tears. I knew something had happened in my life at that point. It never again was the same. A corner was turned, though the battles had not all been won.<\/p>

About this time, I met the girl who is now my wife, Gwen Simmons, whose story precedes this one. It was in a night club where she had come to be interviewed for a show that I was working with. Because her singing was extra good I told her that she didn\u2019t need an audition, that I would get her on the show immediately. For the next year I became her manager and managed five rock-and-roll bands as well.<\/p>

One evening while Gwen and I were relaxing with television, a program called, It Is Written, caught our eye. We watched several subsequent programs and asked for the book, Steps to Christ, that was offered on one of the programs. Soon after receiving the book by mail there was a follow-up \u2013 an invitation to attend Evangelist Ron Halvorsen\u2019s meetings. Gwen and I went to almost all the remaining meetings in the series. We broke our show engagements, skipped practices or anything else that would prevent our attending these meetings.<\/p>

Evangelist Halvorsen preached the same gospel my father had preached years ago, the same gospel I had projected on the screen during my father\u2019s meetings in my teen years. The gospel had not changed \u2013 but I had.<\/p>

On a Sabbath morning, after we had gone ten times to hear our new preacher friend, I found myself trying to decide whether I should forget the $70,000 per year I was making or keep on going. Then it happened. In the midst of my mental anguish, which was going on while Elder Halvorsen was preaching, he extended the gospel call, inviting me to stand and step out for the Lord. The struggle was intense, but I found myself jumping from my seat, followed by Gwen. I knew that the evil one was desperately clinging to me. Gwen and I cried like children. I felt all the guilt of sin I had accumulated over the years. I regretted every moment I had been away from God. Gwen and I arranged for baptism as quickly as possible and we were baptized in the same pool together.<\/p>

Wanting to do something positive for the Lord immediately, Gwen and I participated in a little storefront mission near St. Mark\u2019s Place, in the center New York\u2019s East Village.\u00a0<\/p>

During one of the evenings while we were singing our songs and talking to people on the street, Gene entered our lives. He came on his hands and knees, crawling up 8th street, trying to escape the hallucinations of another LSD trip. He had been released from the terrible LSD experience he was having. For him, the whole world was melting \u2013 buildings, cars, people, everything. For Gene, it was a very real and frightening experience.<\/p>

An elderly lady, about 60, was helping us at the mission that night. She took Gene by the arm, saying, \u201cI\u2019ll show you the way.\u201d It was just that simple. Here was a wild man, with long hair that flew in all directions, and here was this little frail, white-haired Mary leading Gene into our mission called, \u201cThe Way Out.\u201d<\/p>

Gene discovered that there were other young men and women inside who had similar problems and who also wanted to live, not die. When he came in Gwen was singing, and he knew in a flash that this was the place he wanted to be \u2013 he felt safe.<\/p>

Gene accepted Jesus as his personal Savior and Lord of his life. Then he began to lead some of his friends to Jesus. In the past two years he has learned as much about the Bible and the writings of Ellen White as most people have learned who have had this opportunity for many years.<\/p>

Gene has helped me to remodel and construct a vegetarian restaurant in New York City that had greatly enlarged our usefulness there. A larger outreach is now being planned; new ways to reach more people in a great city where many traditional methods no longer work, are being discussed. But each step is a step of faith. The “Miracles of Faith” are still with us. God bore me in His arms the past three years since I let Him have His way in my life. I have regrets that I wasted so much of His time. But I am going to let Him redeem the years that the locusts have eaten \u2013 and He is making all the difference. The past three years have been the happiest of my life.<\/p>

Gwen and I were married a few months ago in the Manhattan Seventh-day Adventist church, where we first went seeking the Lord and where we were baptized. Gene was our best man. Surely God has been good to Gwen and me by uniting us in holy matrimony. We have before us only one purpose \u2013 to share the gospel and its joy that the Lord has, in His mercy, given us.<\/p>

My message to all, especially my young friends, is: Don\u2019t do as I did in my life. Once a person has tasted sin it\u2019s much harder to overcome. Satan has a thousand ways to deceive and tempt and only the strong arm of the Lord can give the strength to overcome after years of wrong practices. Besides, we missed all those many wonderful days and years by living apart from our Lord Jesus who loves us and wants to give us His joy.<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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A few years ago an unsavory play entitled, “Hair,” was a big hit on Broadway. It is, in fact, still running there. An unlikely place to look for someone to become active for the Lord? God\u2019s love reaches any place and every place, and we need to be ready for surprises when we are colaborers with Him. God had His eye on the youthful music director of that Broadway musical.<\/p>

Rick Shorter was no amateur in the rock-and-roll business. In addition to musical directing, he was also a skilled vocalist and guitarist. His circle of friends included such rock stars as Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison. He had hit the big time, and was content with his lot in life \u2014 except for a certain uneasiness.<\/p>

Although he could not have been called religious, Rick did have some knowledge of the Bible, and this is what caused his uneasiness. He knew a little about the second coming of Christ, and what he kept reading in the newspaper headlines seemed to tally with the signs of that coming as recorded in scripture. If this all added up to the end of our present world, he knew he wasn\u2019t ready for such a climactic event. Nevertheless, actual religious activities were limited to occasional dialogs with street evangelists.<\/p>

A highly active person, Rick was also manager for Gwen Simmons, a soul singer with a lovely voice. Gwen had had a religious background, but in the harsh glare of Broadway\u2019s lights her faith was relegated to the shadows. As Rick helped direct her singing career, he found himself falling in love with this petite and personable young lady. They are planning to be married soon.<\/p>

God decided it was time to intervene in the lives of these two young people. While twirling the dial on his TV set, Rick tuned in to an advertisement that invited him to write for a free copy of the book, Steps to Christ. He sent for it, and its simple message captivated his thinking. When our evangelistic meetings opened in Manhattan\u2019s famed Greenwich Village, Rick and Gwen began attending regularly. Step by step they advanced in truth, and it became apparent they were nearing a decision for Christ. But there were problems.<\/p>

Rick realized his way of life hardly squared with his new-found faith. On the other hand, that was his life; how else could he make a living? I also had a crucial visit with Gwen. She was all made up, bejeweled, and wearing a micromini skirt. \u201cRon,\u201d she agonized, \u201cif I accept the Lord I\u2019m going to have to give up everything \u2014 my singing career, my recording, my acting. What can I do?\u201d Then she broke into tears.<\/p>

\u201cGwen, I think you know what the Lord wants you to do,\u201d I responded. \u201cYou have to make a decision, but I can assure you that if you cast your lot with Christ, He\u2019ll never let you down.\u201d<\/p>

Gwen made her decision, giving up her drama scholarship at New York University and taking a position as a clerk at the New York Telephone Company. The pay was much less than the $60 per hour she had made modeling and singing, but the new sense of freedom was worth the financial sacrifice.<\/p>

Rick decided to go into some kind of self-supporting work that would not only give him a living but also permit him to witness actively. In answer to prayer he received a gift of money sufficient to establish s small print shop. This venture was successful to the extent that he was able to open up a health-food store and vegetarian restaurant on Manhattan\u2019s Second Avenue. There, in \u201cThe Beautiful Way,\u201d he and Gwen not only helped people to live healthfully, but also had frequent opportunities to minister to their souls as well.<\/p>

Reminiscing, Rick says, \u201cI remember sitting and smoking pot with Joplin and Hendrix. Where are they now? Dead. But I\u2019m alive. Really alive in Christ!\u201d<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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