I applied and got accepted to a two year college about thirty miles away. The Lord opened up a door where I could get a truck but in the mean time my mother drove me back and forth to college.

We've just concluded our third Revival Month for this year, and we're very proud to say that the list of people listening to the messages and taking the quizzes is drastically growing.

Sometimes it takes a few days at a camp for the youth and staff to get to know one another, and a few days is all we had. So at this year's Ukraine Camp, we incorporated a little way to speed up the process.

Old Brother and Sister Kidd were real tape people; even way back in the 40's when Brother Branham first mentioned them.

No one can speak like God's prophet, so as we gathered together in the auditorium we were anxious to hear what he would say to us this morning.

Looking through the tall glass walls that lined the side of the auditorium, you could see a line of humble young adults make their way up to the morning worship service.

After a quick breakfast, the crew piled into three buses that would take us to a sports complex.

Sunday, the last day of camp, is always bittersweet. But even though it was the day of goodbyes, we still had the final service to look forward to.

Something great was fixing to take place. Few were waiting and looking for It. They wanted to see It. They believed It.

Almost all the youth who made the trip to Timisoara came by train, some came from the northern mountains and others from the far south near Bucharest.