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Our
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A Lifetime of Fruitful Service
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I Will Build My Church
The Making of a Minister
The Blade, The Ear, The Full
Corn
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The Blade,
The Ear, The Full Corn
by Robert
D. Kalis
A long,
harsh wail of the air raid siren,
sometimes almost drowned out
by the howling of the wind,
was the official signal that
the anticipated hurricane had
arrived. The date - September
14, 1944. The place - The Full
Gospel Tent on a downtown corner
of Elizabeth, New Jersey. Evening
had come early after a dark
day of constant, torrential
downpour. The city was "at
home" having heeded the
repeated warnings to take shelter.
Inside
the tent was another scene.
Here were a half dozen "volunteers,"
mustered by Pastor Rudolph Kalis
of the Emmanuel Pentecostal
Church in Elizabeth, New Jersey,
standing on tables and chairs,
holding onto the slowly ripping
seams in the roof of the tent,
singing, praising, and crying
to God for help, all at the
same time. The rain poured in
the opening seams and down their
arms. Then the wind would whip
in and lift tent and all right
off the ground. The enemy brought
visions of the tent flying through
the air and dropping into the
ocean with the gallant band
still holding on.
To the
pastor, Brother Kalis, this
was not the first storm unleashed
against the tent. It had been
one storm after another, since
the Lord had led him to hold
these meetings. Permits and
inspections had delayed the
opening date. Several of the
leading brethren were apathetic
toward this new endeavor. But
through each trial the Lord
had led swiftly and surely.
But now, this! The culmination
of all the wrath of the enemy
who seemed literally to huff
and puff to blow the tent in.
And then
suddenly it was all over. The
rain stopped. The wind slackened.
The sky cleared and the stars
appeared. A cold, wet, and tired
group disbanded and carefully
wound their way home over some
of the three hundred trees that
had blown down in the city and
around the countless electric
wires that were down. They had
left the tent scarred in one
corner and ripped on several
seams, but STILL STANDING, to
become the talk of the town.
"ATLANTIC
CITY STEEL PIER SMASHED"
- "ASBURY BOARDWALK WASHED
AWAY" - ELECTRIC AND TELEPHONE
SERVICE SUSPENDED" - "ROOF
BLOWS OFF CITY'S LARGEST THEATRE."
So read the front-page headlines
in the next day's paper. The
victorious band came to the
tent meeting early that evening
in anticipation of a praise
and thanksgiving service. So
did many others. Some came to
see for themselves this miracle.
Some came to praise the Lord
for the victory. Everyone sensed
the spirit of victory and glory.
The revival was on. Souls began
to find Jesus. The neighbor
lady who had supplied the electricity
for the tent came in and was
saved. The young people all
were inspired. New young people
began to come. The revival kept
right on after the tent meetings
through the winter, and when
the repaired tent was erected
on the same corner in 1945,
the same spirit of victory was
manifested.
It was
during this year that one night
an elderly lady stood to testify.
She just "wanted to thank
God that all of her eight children
and twenty-five grandchildren
were in attendance that night."
Not only were they there, but
one by one they began to find
Jesus as Lord and Savior. Sister
Beatrice Streep was one of those
grandchildren. She left in a
rage one night, thinking that
her mother had told the preacher
all about her. But she could
not stay away and finally was
thoroughly converted. Mrs. Vence
and six of her children also
were among them. The Lord had
prepared these children by bringing
them to Daily Vacation Bible
School several years before.
Now one by one they were genuinely
saved.
March,
1946, marked the tenth anniversary
of the Emmanuel Pentecostal
Church, and special meetings
were planned. However, each
of the three evangelists invited
declined in order. Sister Kalis
suggested we have special prayer
instead. These prayer services
were surely ordained of God.
The power of God immediately
began to fall, and one after
another received mighty baptisms
of the Holy Spirit. One week
led to another until the prayer
services had lasted eight glorious
weeks. Many of the new converts
were among those baptized. The
outpouring continued for more
than a year until almost all
of the young people had received
the baptism of the Holy Spirit.
God began
to deal with several about full
surrender and full-time service.
Sister Beatrice was first to
answer the call. The Lord opened
the way for her to leave her
job and go to train in the pastor's
home and give her full time
to ministering to the boys and
girls and the young people.
After several years Sister Bea
felt led to prepare to go to
India. Preparations were made.
Supplies were packed. All was
in readiness, and then - at
the last moment - the assured
visa was denied. The door was
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The
Blade, The Ear, The Full Corn

Robert
& Ruth Kalis
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"He
openeth and no man shutteth;
and shutteth and no man openeth"
(Rev.3:7). The door to India
closed, but the door to Keansburg
opened. Sister Bea was invited
to minister in Union Beach (next
to Keansburg). Meanwhile, the
Lord had launched Grace Vence
into the Lord's work in Elizabeth.
She took up where Bea left off
in the children's work at Emmanuel.
As Bea worked in Union Beach
and her cousin Grace in Elizabeth,
the Lord led them both to hold
a Vacation Bible School in Keansburg.
We rented
a store-building at 157 Main
Street in the heart of Keansburg,
and the move was on. Special
prayer meetings were held in
Elizabeth, and the Lord blessed
the Vacation Bible School in
Keansburg. At the commencement
exercises, a Sunday school was
announced. Then a month later,
in August, 1957, we had one
thousand invitation cards printed,
announcing a Sunday evening
service. The young people prayed
and passed them out. One out
of the thousand brought results.
To that very first Sunday night
service came one stranger, and
the Lord had "fish number
one" on the hook. From
that day to this "Aunt
Peg" seldom missed a meeting.
Although she did not like the
service, and the "loud
praise" annoyed her, she
could not get away. One day
God spoke to her, "This
is the way, walk ye in it!"
Her life was changed.
Little
by little, step by step, her
life was cleaned up. Drinking,
smoking, card-playing, and finally
bingo, one after another, were
discarded. The change was so
marked that by the time our
tent was erected for the first
time in Keansburg, both her
grown sons were convinced of
the reality of her conversion
and shortly thereafter were
gloriously saved. That year
the Vacation Bible School was
blessed more than ever, and
quite a few boys and girls gave
their hearts to Jesus. Several
mothers who came to the closing
exercises began to attend the
services regularly.
Before
the next summer's tent services,
the Lord had snatched another
family from the enemy. "Mom"
Farrara and two of her daughters
found Jesus as Lord and Savior
and began working for Him, even
while they still attended the
Catholic church.
Grace
Vence tells her story a bit
more vividly: "One Sunday
morning, 'Mom' attended 'Mass,'
which she always did very regularly,
being a devout and earnest woman.
As the death of Jesus was being
retold, a chorus she had learned
at the Main Street Sunday School
burned within her soul:
You'll
never know real peace 'Til
you know Jesus, No matter
how or where you try, For
lfie is but loss without Him,
Jesus, Jesus. He died on
Calvary's cross To seal
our pardon, He AROSE
TO JUSTIFY! He's coming
soon to take us To reign
with Him on high.
"At
the close of the service she
went to the priest and said,
'Sir, I am so glad He died,
but you forgot to tell that
"HE AROSE TO JUSTIFY."'
Since that day 'Mom' has sweetly
known her risen Redeemer and
has introduced Him to many other
members of her family, who saved
and attending the services regularly.
And so
- once again, - "...the
seed is cast into the ground,
and it springs and grows up,
we know not how. For the earth
bringeth forth fruit of herself;
first the blade, then the ear,
after that the full corn in
the ear." Then the cycle
begins again!
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