Brother Don Fawbush

I lived a life like most people did, wandering from church to church, believing that there was a God. I knew I could ask Him for things and He would do it, but my life became a wreck, not once, but twice. That was enough. I had to stop and take a long look and wonder just what happened. God always spoke to me and said, “You should have asked Me.” I went to Methodist churches and Baptist churches. None of them could explain the trinity to me that I understood. The only hope I had was coming up at the White Throne. Not knowing any better, that is what I accepted.

Then here comes my dad in the mid 70’s talking about the Message, and Brother Dale then preaching to me and talking with me a lot about God and His Word.I started to listen after he pounded me for several years about my baptism. In the mid 80’s I was baptized along with my wife and my daughter, Jeni, in the Name of Jesus Christ. I could proudly say if I had never done anything according to God’s Word, at least I have been baptized correctly.

As time passed and things got a little tougher, I drifted away and went back out in the world. My life as I knew it changed then because of divorce when I was in my mid 40’s. I had not been back to church since being baptized. I started going to a little Baptist church close to where I was living at the time. I went there every Sunday for a year, but Something kept telling me that I did not belong there. I needed to go where I was baptized according to God’s Word because the Baptists are going to ask me to get rebaptized and I will have to say no. It said, “Go see Samuel Dale. He will teach you those things you have in your heart that you don’t even know what they are. You have no idea Who God really is yet and what He means to you.” This time I listened.

I went for a long time, but it was hard to understand Brother Dale at first. Being a true Laodicaean, my brain was running 90 miles an hour. Brother Dale was preaching so slow and methodical because was trying to reach over 100 different people with his points on the Word of God every Sunday and every Wednesday. I finally learned after several years, and several times hunting with him, that I needed to really slow down and listen to him. I listened to his tapes over and over again. I also listened to Brother Branham and I knew that little man was very special. I began to understand more of what Brother Dale was preaching and I believed it. He took those big chunks that Brother Branham brought and broke them down so I could understand. Brother Dale always preached what Brother Branham preached.

The most important thing about Brother Dale is that he is my living example of God living in a man and walking this earth. I wanted to be like him and still do. In Christ’s love always.