Saturday, August 10, 2013

A Touchy Subject




TOUCHY SUBJECT



Our memory can be provoked by reading about someone else’s life. This happened for me when I read about Jeff Guinn’s new book on Charles Manson. Guinn spent three years of intensive research  on Manson’s childhood. That’s what caught my attention.

It’s obvious Charles Manson has crafted his reputation as a “bloodthirsty lunatic.” But, Guinn says, “he is anything but a bloodthirsty lunatic.” Guinn believes he is a “gifted, calculating psychopath who used people.”  

Guinn wrote “even as a first grader” he conned girls to beat up a boy he didn’t like, and then claimed the girls did what they wanted. “He wasn’t to blame.” This is what caught my attention. Childhood becomes the clue to understanding the actions of a person. In this case, it also reveals that a child is not innocent in their own behaviors, especially when they learn to cover up trouble that points at them. 

I knew by the age of two I had a violent streak. Maybe it was enhanced because I am a twin. There are two specific times I remember that anger characterized my actions. One, was being place into a corner facing the wall for being disruptive. I was angry at a big person for physically placing me into the corner. It was shameful, even for a two year old.

Second, playing with my brother in the back yard, with another friend, I got mad, and busted a pop bottle over both their heads. The friend had a father who was a policeman.  I knew I was in trouble. I also realized from that day until even now, I have temper problems. I grew up understanding in my own mind, I could end up in prison for some kind of violent act. 

Fear motivates. I didn’t want that to happen. I had the story of my dad to remind me that prison is no place to be. My dad ended up in prison, my grandfather ended up in prison, and several uncles on my dads side of the family ended up in prison. Violence was part of my background. But, I didn’t know that at two years of age. I just knew violence solved my problems.

How can the mind of a two year old or a grade schooler like Manson be changed ? Plus, do all children eventually have to deal with anger and violence ? Maybe not, but behavior is learned, even if it begins with ourselves, in our own hearts and minds. 

Seems like we either are aggressive or passive aggressive, one or the other. It may be even worse to be characterized as passive aggressive. yet, a person can be both to control their world. In prison, my dad was challenged to follow the Lord Jesus Christ. From that day forward, the Price family was given an example, in house, to influence our behavior. 

That didn’t take away my own penchant to fight. That didn’t take away anger. That didn’t take away sins which characterized me in my own thinking. I chose to follow Jesus when I was ten. That didn’t always motivate me to do the right things. The difference between my dad and myself. He grew up with a crook for a dad, I grew up a preacher’s kid.

Changing behavior is a life long process. For me, it has to include the Lord Jesus Christ in the process, or a person can become prisoner of their own thoughts and actions. That would be very hard to change without help. A sick person needs to take their medicine on a daily basis. It would be the right thing to do if a child was given daily help from God’s word. Even so, the child is still held accountable by God and society. Starting with the way a person thinks is key.

 “Even as a first grader” Charles was a con.     



Monday, October 17, 2011

East Believism

Easy believism? Big debate. Insight from the Lord on this issue. John 18:34 "Sayest thou this thing of thyself, or did others tell it thee of me?" Paul said, "I know whom I have believed ..." 2 Tim.1:12 Bottom line. You know in your heart what you believe. You know, that you know, that you know from the heart. It's as easy as that. Saved by grace, plus nothing. Romans 10:13 "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."

Monday, April 4, 2011

Swim, Sink, or Die


The testimony of my dad, is portrayed in a style with music, that reaches out to those without Christ as Savior, who otherwise may not listen to the gospel. The message of salvation is to go out into all the world without being selective. Thanks to my son, Donny, for caring.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Scroll to the bottom

For the beginning of the story, scroll down to the bottom. There is video in stages of our dad's testimony, and additional comments of our memories about dad's life. Thank you. Terry Price

Saturday, April 10, 2010

"Temporary Home" sung by Linda Price.

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Fresh from a family memorial service during Easter weekend, 04-04-2010, at the grave sight of my dad and mom. My wife sang this song, "Temporary Home." a few days later, and I asked her share this on 'thedonpricestory' blog. The Lord is soon to return for the body of Christ, yet we are to occupy until he does. The words to this song provide joy in knowing that this world is just a temporary home. Enjoy , as my wife sings. Share it with others by asking them to go to thedonpricestory.com.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

The Spirit Bowls A Spare.

This is an unusual title, but in the explanation you'll understand the analogy. There may be few times in a believer's life when we actually are in on how the Spirit works, were others are saved.

My dad spent time in the Indiana State Prison for robbery, back in 1947. As the Father drew him, through the Word of God, his final destination for the miracle of new birth in Christ Jesus. landed him in solitary confinement, the hole, of the Indiana State Prison. A black man in another solitary confinement cell was reading out loud from the scriptures. He read the same verses over the previous years, that my dad had heard, but discounted as pie in the sky religion. He cursed the black man and told him to be quiet. He challenged him because he was in the same cell condition and in prison. The black man was faithful to the word, and kept on reading.

Suddenly, and that's the way it seems to happen, suddenly, my dad began to count the cost of a life of sin, that landed him in the hole. He remembered the verses he had heard from time to time, as faithful believers would quote the same verse the black man was reading. He made a choice to get out of solitary confinement and go to the next chapel service available to the inmates. Folks, the change had happened. The Spirit moved in his heart and the choice to attend the next chapel, was of God. The inward change was done. The next choice would be to follow the Lord.

The inner working of the Spirit is manifested by our call upon the Lord, to save us. Dad did that, and said, "swim, sink, or die," it was all the way with you Lord. His life changed in prison. It wasn't easy. He went through the eye brow prayer syndrome, to just plain telling other convicts, he'd be back after he got out of prison. He'd tap the jailor on the shoulder, and would be let in. When he was ready to leave, he'd tap the jailor on the shoulder, and he would be let out. The other prisoners said, you are crazy Price.

Dad kept that promise and went back to the Indiana State Prison, to give his testimony many times. Years later, he went again, and took my brother Jerry with him. For those in jail and prison ministry, you know that everything is on a schedule. My dad had finished his testimony, time was short, so the invitation was short. Another ministry was to take over. He was getting ready to step down from the four foot high stage, when an officer yelled for his attention.

The guard had four black men who wanted to come forward to see my dad personally about getting saved. They came down to the stage area. A six foot man would have been standing there with the stage floor up by the chest. The scene is set for the Spirit to bowl a spare. The guard stood on one end of the row. My brother Jerry stood next to the guard. The four black men stood next to my brother. The four were not ashamed to shed tears of redemption. They were sobbing. My dad needed to move quickly. He told them to say this prayer. "God be merciful to me a sinner" and he'd get back with them at a later date. While they said this out loud, suddenly, and like I said, new birth happens suddenly, my brother Jerry heard the guard say with the convicts, "God be merciful to me a sinner." The spare man was the guard, and the Holy Spirit gave him new life in Christ Jesus, along with the four inmates.

"The word of God is quick and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Hebrews 4:12 Imagine standing there and hearing the guard in tears say, God be merciful to me a sinner. Salvation is a miracle from above. New life in Christ comes from above. God is no respector of person. Imagine the scene has shifted to heaven. Assuming these men are all now with the Lord, guess who are shaking hands with my dad? Yes, thankful to the Lord for saving them, but using the testimony of my dad to win them to Christ.,

Monday, March 22, 2010

Fun To Be Around Witnessing

Jerry's observation on witnessing. Here's another thought. Soul winning is just as much a matter of the soul being at rest, being real, loving, bold, forgiving as it is to speak the words of the gospel to another soul. Dad was that person and was fun to be around. People listened to an authentic man who'd tell you he's a sinner saved by grace. That's one reason he could pull that guy up out of the gutter. He identified!

Stop The Car Witnessing

I remember dad doing this. It is one of the first memories I have sitting in an old 50's car, don't remember what kind, and seeing him actually stop the car to get out and witness to a drunk, take him home, and come out with a smile on his face, because the man gave his heart to Jesus.

In The Gutter Witnessing

Witnessing memories of our dad. Debby said, One day my dad was talking to another preacher about winning souls to Christ. The preacher said he'd knocked on almost all the doors in his city. My dad said, "Real soul winning is picking a drunk up out of the gutter of the streets, having him throw up on you and you winning him to Christ." I think he was saying that we as christians play it safe and witness to the ones we think won't reject us or Christ.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

James Earl Ray - "Twisted Thinking" Changed By God













James Earl Ray accepts the Lord Jesus Christ as his personal Savior. History will not say much if anything about this personal commitment Mr. Ray made while my Dad ministered to him at Brushy Mountain State Prison in Tennessee. The world doesn't know that Mr. Ray while studying the gospel of John in the prison library, was stabbed twenty one times in an attempted assassination on his life.

I was writing to Mr. Ray about his conversion after my Dad died in 1985. Mr. Ray did not want to go public at the time with his conversion because he felt it would be mocked by the world. He didn't want people to think he was trying to get a religious ticket out of prison. He painted this little country church scene and then gave it to my Dad. As a testimony, it shows that Mr. Ray did long for fellowship of other believers. You'll notice the rising of the sun, which depicts a better day ahead for those who know the Lord Jesus as Savior.

Below is an article by Tom Eblen, Associated Press Writer. Mr. Eblen records what happened in prison when Mr. Ray accepted Christ while my dad was ministering to him.

Minister Says Ray Accepted Christ
by Tom Eblen
Associated Press Writer

Knoxville, Tenn. (AP) Assassin James Earl Ray had become a Christian and was taking Bible study correspondence courses when he was stabbed by fellow inmates two weeks ago, Ray's wife and his minister say.

Ray, serving a 99 year sentence for the 1968 murder of the Rev. Marin Luther King Jr., accepted Christ at a prison chapel service four months ago, Anna Sandhu Ray and the Rev. Don Price said Wednesday. Ray had asked that his conversion not be publicized.

"My contact with James began over a year ago and our relationship - friendship - built," Price said. "About four months ago, he made his decision in the chapel service. As far as I can see, he's had a real change. When I first started talking to him, he said, 'I don't have time for that.' I said to him, 'James, I thought that you had 99 years.' He said, "yeah that is a long-time, isn't it."

Price, who said he has worked with prison inmates the past 30 years, said he goes to Brushy Mountain every Friday. "James started on the (Bible correspondence) courses and he's completed about 10 courses in the Gospel of John," Price said. "I have one of his paintings here. He painted a church with a steeple on it and on the back of it, it says, "To Rev. Price, A new beginning, James Earl Ray."

My wife and I both have a great feeling for this man and we've been working along with him," he said. "I was with him a couple of hours the other day last Friday, and at that time he didn't seem to have any resentment or any bitterness," Price said. "After making this decision, being in prison for 13 years, it would have been a time that if he was going to show any bitterness he would have, like saying, ' made this decision and now look what's happened.' But he didn't, he said 'God didn't do this to me. And after all, my life is spared and I appreciate that."

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Tough Love

I wondered if what I'm about to share will be understood in the context of being a witness for the Lord. Sometimes, action is taken that would shock other believers and cause a stir, but memories of my Dad preaching at the branch rescue mission of the Mel Trotter in Grand Rapids Michigan, have stamped in my heart his passion for the lost dying without the Lord Jesus Christ as their Savior.

The family would go down to the branch mission almost every weekend to hear someone preach or sing. Of course, my Dad would do a lot of the speaking. The service was in a room probably about twenty four feet wide by sixty feet long. There was an isle in the middle, with rows of chairs having six or seven chairs in each row. The men off the street would sit on the left side of the speaker, and supporters of the mission would sit on the right side.

It was a warm night, my Dad took off his suit coat to preach, and was well into his sermon, when suddenly we all heard a bottle crash on the floor. It was against the rules to bring in beer to the service. But, one of the men off the street, brought in his brown sack and tried to drink during my Dad's preaching. What I'm about to describe next is not the normal way you would think a preacher would handle the disturbance in the meeting.

Just as sudden as the breaking of the bottle had stopped the service, my Dad leaped down from the pulpit off a stage about a foot high, and moved quickly to the isle where the man had dropped his bottle and was making some unusual sounds. He moved past two or three men in the isle and grabbed the man by the neck collar. He pulled the man past the others as the man was trying to fight him. Suddenly, Dad took the man's right arm and twisted it behind him, and then picked the man up by the back of his pants and moved him out of the service down the isle to the back door.

The door was opened and Dad threw the man out unto the sidewalk of downtown Grand Rapids, Michigan. He went back to the pulpit to finish his sermon. He gave an alter call and then the service was over. Dad never mentioned in the service what had happened, or ever tried to justify what he did. I just remember that I wouldn't want to mess with him if I was that person. Instead of asking the street man to come down to the front at an alter call to be saved, he got tossed out the door. That would be hard for some teaching evangelism to use as the way to witness.

About two weeks later, the family went down to the main auditorium of the Mel Trotter for special meetings with different speakers and singers for their big yearly Bible conference. My Dad was going to give his testimony that night. He gave it, and had good response at the end of the service. As the family was getting ready to leave, I saw in the corner of my eye, the man my Dad had tossed out of the branch meeting just two weeks earlier. He was crying and my Dad had his arm around his shoulder witnessing to him. That man wanted forgiveness not just from my Dad but from the Lord Jesus Christ. That night, instead of being tossed out for drinking during a service, the man received Christ as his Savior.

Tough love was used in an unusual way to bring someone to the Lord. It was a way respected by the street, and yet used for the glory of God. Would I recommend this strategy in witnessing? No. But a passion for Christ and love for the word of God was honored by the Lord two weeks later in the life of this man. I just know they are together with the Lord right now.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Page Two of the Last Will and Testament of Donald L. Price

This is for all believers who love the appearing of our Lord and Savior JESUS CHRIST at the "Rapture" My Dad had this put in his will at ITEM V. King David wrote in the Psalms that his soul "wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him." Ps.62:5 A promise has been given by the Lord Jesus Christ to the Apostle Paul that ".. God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ." I Thessalonians 5:9.

ITEM V

In the event my wife and I disappear simultaneously, I direct that cognizance be given to my expectation of the eminent return of my Lord and Savior, JESUS CHRIST, and to the event commonly referred to as the "Rapture", which shall occur prior to His coming. With these expectations in mind, I hereby specifically direct that in the event of my bodily disappearance, there shall be no steps taken to establish a legal presumption of my death before the passage of seven [ 7 ] years plus thirty [ 30 ] days plus forty five [ 45 ] days from the date of my disappearance [ Daniel 12 : 11-12 ]. During such interval of time, I direct that my entire estate, of whatever nature and wheresoever located, be held in trust for me by my next-of-kin. If, after the passage of seven [ 7 ] years plus thirty [ 30 ] days plus forty five [ 45 ] days, I have not bodily reappeared to my next-of-kin, steps may be taken to establish a presumption of my legal death.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

A letter from my sister Debby

Our mom lived in the St Louis area in the city of St Charles. She moved there about ten years ago, after spending about ten years with us in Hixson Tennessee which is really part of Chattanooga Tennessee. She was a private person, yet loved to be friendly and offer her take on the problems of others. She was a major help to my dad in his ministry, especially in the rescue mission work. She ran his office for him and ministered in song for him at his evangelistic meetings, throughout the midwest. She shared this with Debby, who often was volunteered by dad to sing in the meetings. Debby was mom's right hand in her years with Mom in St. Charles. They shopped together, went out to eat at mom's favorite places and in her last days with us before going home to be with the Lord, was by her side providing her with care. It was great to see the Lord in his grace and mercy, give my mom her chance to see all the family. You were the best. My dad would often say this along with "..your one in a million.." Thank you God for the miracle of salvation provided us in Christ Jesus, that started with the salvation of my dad while in prison in 1946... here is a recent letter from my sister Debby which she sent to family & friends shortly after our mom passed:

My mother, Lydia Price, went home to Jesus tonight at about 7PM. I had the privilege of our hands resting on each other as she went on to join my Dad. She had been very ill for the last 6 months and though we had hoped for her to go to assisted living, she went to skilled nursing at NHC and within a few weeks passed on.

She had a wonderful time days before, with all of her children coming home to see her and we sang hymns, rekindled memories and marveled at the life she had led. Thank you to our friends and family who have supported us through nearly 5 years of hard times. In the last 6 months, she had been hospitalized over ten times.

I will miss her funny ways… and telling the ER doctors that she used to be a professional wrestler named Leaping Lydia… and that she had told them I was a boil on her butt… she did not like me being the caregiver. You’d have to know her to appreciate her choice of words. We were close, very close, and I will hardly know what to do now that I won’t be calling her 4 or 5 times a day and going to all of her doctor’s appointments. And I will never pass a package of marshmallow chocolate covered cookies that I don’t think of the time I found 5 or 6 packages stuffed in her oven… she had a sweet tooth for sure.

And let me tell you how wonderful it is to have my sweet Dave as my helper and co-caregiver through all of this. God certainly smiled on me when I met him. He has been a rock and a comfort beyond words. And when I go to Heaven, I will know that we will be there together and the bond goes beyond here to there.

Let me say what my mother always said on her answering machine… "This is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it" and my father loved to say, “Here, there or in the air”...

What a journey they took and are taking now together.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Becky's Memories of our Dad's Ministry

One of the things our dad did was include all the family in his ministry, especially when it was to witness for the Lord Jesus Christ. Each of us have unique moments when we remember his faithfulness to the Lord, and passion to see folks born again into the family of God. The scriptures tell us that the Lord gave to the church, evangelist. Yes, we are all to do the work of an evangelist, but called to be an evangelist is of the Lord. My sister Becky, who has a great penchant for detail, remembers seeing how excited dad would get to witness for the Lord and lead someone to the Lord Jesus Christ. Here's one account from her memory:

I never knew Dad to shy away from talking about the Lord. He always prayed for the Lord to send him someone to witness to. His heart was willing and expectant so that when the opportunity presented itself he was ready. One time when I picked him up at the airport he was so excited. He took me by the arm and led me toward a lady as he was telling me what happened on the airplane. He had prayed to be used that day and he led the lady seated next to him to the Lord. I can't recall her situation but it was a divine appointment for certain.

When we reached the lady, he introduced us and asked her to share how the Lord revealed himself to her. She said she was searching for the Lord but didn't know how to go about it. When she found out Dad was a minister she started asking him questions and then she accepted Jesus as her Savior.

Dad's testimony is profound. The Bible says many are called but few are chosen. Dad's ministry to prisoners and the down-and-outers at rescue missions has reached thousands for Christ and the ripple-effect continues. God has received the glory, Dad did not seek glory for himself. Like he always stated in his testimony, he didn't tell it to boast about the sin but to bring glory to the One who brought him out of it. His life was a shining witness for Jesus.

Friday, August 28, 2009

My Twin Brother's Memories of Our Dad

Growing up, if you were to look at us, it was very hard to tell us apart. In fact, there were times when dad would just say the name Jake, instead our names Jerry or Terry, to get our attention. Both of us knew early on that something special happened to our father. To hear how the Lord changed him from a criminal to a man who reached out to others for Christ, was emotional and exciting. God was preparing our hearts to follow him through the testimony of dad. Jerry knew early on that he wanted to be a pastor/teacher some day. He is faithful to the Lord in the ministry/work he now does as a counselor. He really helps marriages who are struggling, as well as those one-on-one who need the special perspectives he has. You can find him on the internet at the following websites:

www.jerryprice.net
www.directresponsehelp.com
www.moremarried.com

Now, check out what my brother Jerry says in "The Son of an Ex Con."


The Son of an Ex Con.

That title doesn’t sound good does it? But it’s how I began in life as a twin boy in the headlines of the Indianapolis Star when it read “Father Of Thirty Day Old Twins Shot On the North Side of Indianapolis, Indiana.” You can see and hear my father’s testimony on www.thedonpricestory.com but I wanted to talk about what God did for me after He redeemed my dad while doing time in an Indiana prison for breaking and entering (robbery).

As a young boy, the only time I would know about my father’s past life would be when he gave his testimony in churches or I went to the Mel Trotter Rescue mission in Grand Rapids, MI. I saw him care for down and outers and visit prisons to give his testimony. There were occasions when the family would visit relatives in Indiana where we met my grandfather on my dad’s side, also an ex con, or uncles on my mother’s side who were involved with alcohol. I could go into more details about that but I know you get the point that even though my father became a Christian we still had to work through a lot of stuff as a family while I was growing up.

Dad worked hard to provide for the family while in ministry and I benefited from his consistent growth in the Lord over the years. He led me to Christ in home devotions at the age of twelve. He encouraged me to pursue my desires as an athlete and to do what was right. He loved my mother and was faithful to her. Most of all, I saw his passion for God and it had a profound effect on me as I grew into manhood and went into the ministry. He was a real person who gave me an understanding of what it meant to be “Street Wise” and wise in the Lord. His gift of showing me the way to the cross, what it was like to walk with God, love God, love others and reach into the hearts of people at risk so they can know Jesus, would be something I wouldn’t trade for anything and have not.

God has given me a wonderful wife of forty three years in Judy, three great adult children and 6 grandchildren where Christ is the center of our lives. I marvel at what He does when He redeems and restores us. Now I’m not only the son of an ex con but a son in the family of God and one day will meet Jesus face to face and oh yes, my dad too. The idea of hanging with Jesus and my dad in eternity is an awesome thought.

In these later years, it’s been great to team up with my twin brother for the cause of Christ. We were athletes playing on the same little league baseball and college basketball teams. But this thing of being on God’s team is the best team. My hope is for you to see how God can change hearts and lives, bring us to a place of joy even through the pain of what sin has done to us. So much can be added to the story but our story is still developing even as sixty two year old twins.

I have been in the pastorate, been an author of the book Twisted Thinking Transformed, and presently work as a professional counselor in Sisters, OR. My wife and I are building treatment modules for MORE Married Weekends to help strengthen or rebuild marriages that could be or are at risk. I am so glad my father received the Lord Jesus Christ as his Savior. He really was a new man after that moment which led the way for me.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Don Price Story: DVD now available

I am offering the full version DVD of The Don Price Story to those who would like to share this in ministry with others. The quality of the DVD is like what is on the blog. It is worthy to have simply to show others what a miracle-working God did for my father's life and family. If interested, please contact: thedonpricestory@gmail.com to exchange mailing addresses. A small gift to cover shipping and handling would be appreciated. The DVD is free

I know this DVD could very well be used in jail ministries, rescue mission ministries, church outreach ministries, Sunday school classes learning about the grace of God in salvation, or for loved ones needing to understand how God is sufficient to meet needs and help us in our walk with the Lord. In the future, I plan to share more stories about my dad and his walk with Christ. I also plan to include some favorite gospel music that my father, along christians everywhere, loved to hear. One of his favorite songs was "The Lighthouse" along with "No One Ever Cared for Me Like Jesus", which was sung by the blind girl of a banker, in the chapel service where my dad gave his life to the Lord.

Please know all that I say or show about the testimony of my father, here on this site, is and will continue to be for the honor and glory of the Lord Jesus Christ. God is ".. ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee." Psalm 86:5

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Chapter 4


It's interesting to me how some of the same verses my father heard in solitary confinement were the same verses he heard during his time in World War II. God had already spoken to him once before through His word, while stationed in Texas, waiting to be sent to the war, but it wasn't until prison that my father decided to listen to what God was saying to him.

This is the last Chapter of my father's testimony. Actually, it's the last chapter in relation to the day he was saved during a prison chapel meeting after getting out of the hole, or solitary confinement. When a person has a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ, they know that this should be shared with others. Immediately my father looked forward to seeing his family saved.

One of the biggest challenges my dad would have in life witnessing for the Lord would be to his own father, Arthur Price. Grandpa Price was a bootlegger, spent five years in prison in Indiana, was shot in a gun battle with the police, and known for being a mean guy. My dad would witness to Grandpa all the time. He witnessed so much that Grandpa told him if he continued to talk about the Lord and the need for being saved, he would shoot him with his twelve gauge shot gun. Did my dad believe him? Yes! Did he stop witnessing to him? No! My dad would stop by Grandpa's house when he wasn't there, and stick gospel tracts in the barrel of that twelve gauge shot gun. The Holy Spirit convicted Grandpa using those tracts, which had the same verses my dad heard in prison. One of the verses was John 3:16, which reads, "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

One day, Grandpa Price called my dad and asked him to come over to the house to talk about those tracts. Did Grandpa want to talk to him or shoot him? That was the thought in my dad's mind when he went to visit. But praise the Lord, Grandpa only wanted to know more about Jesus, and before the day was over, he had asked Jesus to come into his heart, save him, and give him eternal life. He then died a few years later of lung cancer. But on his death bed, he found comfort in knowing he was going to be with the Lord.

The Lord called my father to be an evangelist. He had a heart for the souls of people. He had a ministry in churches in the midwest and southern states. He also ministered in rescue missions, working for the Mel Trotter Rescue Mission as their Superintendent, and the Saginaw Rescue Mission as Director. And, he never forgot the people incarcerated in prisons across the country. He ministered to all the love of God in sending his Son to die for man's sin, and give eternal life to those who believe this Good News.

If anyone would like to receive Jesus as Lord and Savior, the scripture simply says, "For whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13) God cannot lie and gives eternal life, as He promised. (Titus 1:2) If anyone needs help in their new walk with the Lord, please email me at the address below. We would consider it a privilege to help you in your new life with the Lord Jesus Christ.


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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Chapter 3


While in prison my dad found out how there was 'a prison within a prison.' He was sent to solitary confinement for fighting. Looking back on the things, it was a place where the Holy Spirit confronted him about his sin and the turning point in my father's life.

Through the word of God, read by an old black man in another cell close by, my dad would count the cost of his own past. Understand that God is no respecter of person, race is not an issue with God. All men everywhere are to repent and the focal point to Him is what's inside a person's heart. God used the changed heart of an old black man and the verses read from scripture, to make my father a new creature in Christ Jesus.

Hebrews 4:12 states, "..the word of God is quick..", which means the word of God is alive. The living word of God was the cause of my dad's guilt and became the reason he decided to go to the prison chapel as soon as he got out of solitary confinement.

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Chapter 2


Here my dad starts with, "Strong drink had ahold of me early in my teens." He then goes on to tell how he was shot by a night watchman in the nightclub he was attempting to rob. This was a serious wound as the bullet came an eighth of an inch from his heart, collapsed his lung, and ended up near his spine at the bottom of his back.

While in World War II, he had received a small New Testament Bible with a steal backing on it. He laughed about it and said it might end up being the armour he would need to save his life. So, during the war, he kept it in the shirt pocket over his heart incase he needed to stop a bullet.

Throughout the war he was never injured, then after the war he tossed the steal back New Testament into a suit case and forgot about it. There's irony in this because the very place he once carried the little Bible in his shirt pocket was the exact same place he was eventually shot by the night watchman.


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Friday, July 10, 2009

Chapter 1


The Don Price story really begins after he returned from World War II, met my mother, and then proceeded to start a life of crime to make a fast buck. This is the first chapter in the video/dvd of my dad's testimony. There will be at least four parts to the story in order to get the complete dvd online since it's hard to upload the complete story at once.

Please take note of the Bible verses he uses to tell his story and how he relates them to his eventual salvation while imprisoned in Indiana during 1946-47. He received a one to five year sentence instead of a five to ten year sentence based upon a technical situation that occurred during the robbery attempt. He was taken by taxi cab to the hospital after being shot. Somehow, the public transportation to the hospital made the difference in the length of his sentence.


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Email: thedonpricestory@gmail.com

Saturday, July 4, 2009

My Dad's Testimony


This is an old VCR tape of my dad's testimony which was made just prior to his death in 1985. The quality is not perfect, but the message is great. The whole video is too long to post here, so we are breaking it up into chapters. This first one is an introduction by me. I will be posting a new chapter every few days, so it will be like reading a book.

We are celebrating July 4th today, and as we Americans celebrate our freedom, it is my prayer that others will find freedom in Christ Jesus as their Lord & Savior.

Introduction by Terrill L. Price:

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Email: thedonpricestory@gmail.com

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Early Years


The Don Price story goes back eighty-three years to 1926 when my dad was born. That would include things about his own family made up of five uncles who went to prison, and his own father who spent time in prison. Those were the bootleg days of America, when a neighbor could have been running a still.

At an early age, say by the time he could go around the block and spot a certain black car, which would have the cops or feds in it, he would run back to the house to tell my grandfather. My dad's favorite uncle was gunned down by the cops in a payroll heist.

Eventually, dad ended up in a broken home and was sent to live with his grandfather in Grand Rapids, Michigan by the age of thirteen. There he was taught how to drink booze by his grandfather, so he could learn how to hold it when he got older. That turned out to be a lie from the pit of hell. He never learned how to hold liquor--liquor held him--and he became an alcoholic. His grandfather professed to be an infidel who challenged God to strike him dead with a bolt of lightening if He was real.

The good influences were not there growing up. He heard himself referred to as the little brat who needed to be move out of the house. That's when he was sent to live with his grandfather in Grand Rapids Michigan. Eventually, that became his excuse to run away, back to Indiana, to look for his father. He found him on the day he was getting out of prison after five years of serving time. On that day in a car with his dad, they saw the man who turned in my grandfather to the feds. My dad saw my grandfather run the guy off the road, pull the man out of the car, and almost beat him to death. These were the beginning years of my dad's life.