Personal Testimony by
Rev. J. Franklin Lint

1909 -- 1993


Rev. J. Franklin Lint

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Transcribed by G. Edwin Lint, eldest son, November 16, 1997,
From a tape recorded March 1968.


I was born in southwestern Pennsylvania, Fayette County, Lower Tyrone Township, near Dawson. I was raised amidst the dust and smoke of a mining town. At the age of 18, I was a high school dropout, working as a second-shift tipple boss for the W. J. Rainey Coal Company, at their Stewart plant in Mount Pleasant Township, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania.

My job started at four o'clock in the afternoon and continued until all the coal was dumped. That seldom if ever reached twelve midnight. This was a shaft mine and a preliminary part of my daily job was to go into the mine with the cager, the man who ran the coal cars on the cage at the bottom of the mine. Since he was an electrician, he would check the mine motors and I assisted him.

Night work didn't leave it convenient to continue running around with the gang and my only night off, Sunday night, found me in a new environment. I attended church at the Armbrust Pilgrim Holiness Church, where Rev. D. F. Price was the pastor. My brother, Amos, was a member of the church, and he was praying for me.

On Tuesday night, January 3, 1928, I was working on the tipple. During a lull in the dumping, I was leaning against the coal apron, looking out into the cold, clear January sky-- on beyond the steel and beams and girders. It was there that God convicted my soul. He seemed to make it so clear that I was slipping into hell.

I promised God there and then that if He'd spare my life until Sunday night, I would attend church and I would go to the altar to be saved.

Sunday night, January 8, 1928, found me boarding the West Bend street car for a one-ticket ride from Stewart to Armbrust. The service was ordinary. The pastor preached, and at the end of the message, he asked if anyone wanted to be remembered in prayer. I took that as a signal that he was through. Without an altar call and with no song of invitation, I left my back seat near the center aisle and made my way down to the altar. Each step was that of determination as my hard leather heels announced my moving. That night has lived in my memory for 40 years for it was then that I found the Lord and He found me.

I prayed and wept my way through to victory. The pastor began to sing, There's a New Name Written Down in Glory, and It's Mine! Oh Yes It's Mine! The assurance of Divine acceptance was a pivotal point in my life. Things were different. Old things passed away. From the habits of sin, which had bound me, I was liberated. Glorious freedom!

The next Sunday night, January 15, I was back at the altar and was sanctified. In May of the same year, I united with the Armbrust Pilgrim Holiness Church. At the end of the summer, I enrolled as a student at Bible Holiness Seminary, now Owosso (Michigan) College, from which school I was graduated in May 1931 with a high school diploma, a Theological diploma, six months pastoral experience, a local preacher's license, and a lady friend, Miss Madlein Strohl, a member of the Pilgrim Holiness Church in Lansing, Michigan. We were married April 4, 1933.

My school pastoral experience was in the Evangelical Churches of Chessening and Brady, Michigan. Our pastoral and administrative ministries have led us to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, and West Virginia, all in the Pilgrim Holiness Church of America. We have lived in cities, villages, and countryside. From 1946 until his homegoing in 1955, I worked with Rev. J. E. Wolfe as Associate Editor of the Holiness Missionary Colporteur. He had designated me as his successor and I had committed myself to the task of spreading the gospel on the printed page.

God's mercies to me through 40 years of Christian life and service are greatly appreciated. Today, I am determined to live for Him and do His will and walk in His way. Yes, I love Him better every day!

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