Carlos Hernandez | Testimony
I was born in New York City, educated in a catholic school, and grew up in a predominantly Greek, Italian, and Irish neighborhood. My grandfather (Papa) had a shoe and hat business in Manhattan. After difficulties times, my family decided to move to their place of origin, Puerto Rico. My family eventually settled in the San Juan Metropolitan Area and my papa bought a small family business, a hardware store. I loved helping papa and my father on the weekends.
At age of 15, one night I was at home when my mother and a friend of hers arrived from church and asked me if they could pray for me. I was raised in the Catholic Church and it was normal for me to pray, but something different happened while they were praying. I felt touched in a special way. A few days later, my mother invited me to a retreat at a church made of stone in another barrio of Puerto Rico and I agreed to go. It was the best decision of my life because I met Jesus in a personal way that weekend. My eyes were opened to the fact I was a sinner and that salvation was only through Jesus. He paid the price for my sins. “…God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” His Grace and mercy, in times of peace and war, ups and downs, has been with me since. “…justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
A few years later, while attending university and studying electronics, I felt a call to study at a Christian Seminary and join a group of missionaries from church. Without thinking twice, I dropped out of the university and began to study Theology. While completing the Seminary, I joined a group of pastors and missionaries and traveled several times to preach the gospel and help people in need. We preached the gospel in Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic. We also helped in all aspects of building churches. This time was the best time of my life; serving the Lord and allowing the gospel to fill my life. I was so happy at church.
During my studies in the seminary, I met a young lady, Rosalie. It was love at first sight; I remember that I told her: “You were born for me”. That was the truth and after a tour in the Army, we were married.
In December 2007, we moved to Wake Forest, NC and a group from Richland Creek Community Church was singing Christmas Carols in our neighborhood. They left us a postcard with the church information. The next Sunday, my family and another couple of our neighbors decided to go to Richland Creek. We felt the love of God over us! We eventually became members of this family church. Having never driven a motorcycle; I bought a bike, learned to ride, and my wife and I joined the Richland Creek Riders’ Biker Ministry. It really has become a great hobby, but best of all has allowed me fellowship with the Richland Creek Riders.
My wife and I just celebrated 34-years of marriage and God has deposited a deep love for each other during all these years. We love this Church and we want to serve the Lord until His coming.