The Church Fasts and Prays for Narciso Zamora
The church began to form prayer chains for Narciso Zamora, for me to come to know Jesus. They also held fasts and prayer vigils to ask God for me to surrender my life to Christ. I thought they were wrong for that – wasting their time. “I’m Catholic and that’s how I’ll die!” I would tell them.
To this day, I don’t understand how God put it on the hearts of those brothers to pray for me. The important element was their perseverance in prayer. After one month of “faithfully” attending the services, God touched my heart and opened my eyes. The Word of God began to work and I began to take an interest in it.
I attended those services for months and I began to love the Word of God. I would wait anxiously all afternoon for the evening message, and I wanted the hour for church service to come quickly.
The songs were not as important to me as the Word of God. When the preacher would start to wrap up his sermon, I would plead for a half-hour more; I needed it. I was never satisfied and always hungry for the words of Christ – there was nothing quite like them.
One night they invited me to accept Jesus as my Savior. I told them I still wasn’t ready. I had already stopped smoking, I wasn’t interested in going to dances – my life was changing and I wasn’t even realizing it. Nine months went by and I was committed to attending church during that time even though I was not a Christian. God was working in my life. Finally, I decided that at the next opportunity that the brothers gave me to accept Christ, I would do it and not lose any more time.
In June 1976, a missionary named Omega Vega Ríos arrived and she invited us to come for four days to their church. Sunday school started on June 6th at 10:00 a.m. The missionary preached and presented a Bible lesson and she taught us some beautiful choruses that I have not forgotten. They were: “Put Your Hand in the Hand of the Man from Galilee,” “Where is the First Church?” and “I Praise Him with My Heart; I Praise Him with My Voice.”
At noon that day, Sister Omega invited me to accept the Lord Jesus as my Savior and with great joy I said to her, “Yes, I want to give my life to Jesus.” I went up to the front and got on my knees on the humid dirt floor. After praying together, all the brothers hugged me and that day there was a big party for everyone. I was very happy and joyful.
One of the brothers told me, “We’re brothers now, glory to God.”
It was the happiest day of my life, and I will never forget it.