MY 61st SPIRITUAL BIRTHDAY!!!
VOL 55 No. 2

Tony Abram

Tony Abram's Testimony
This year of 2018, the third Sunday of February, is my 61st SPIRITUAL BIRTHDAY. In this and next month’s Good News report, Marge and I are sharing some of our testimonies. We feel that in this way you will know a little more of our beginnings and thus know how to pray more effectively for us and we know that the more people praying for our ministry, the greater will be the harvest. I have been preaching this wonderful Gospel of Jesus Christ for 59 years.

I was born in Pennsylvania and raised in a Jewish-Catholic home. My father was Jewish, born in Lithuania of the former Soviet Union. My grandfather studied to be a Rabbi before they came to the USA. My mother’s people were from Slovenia. I was converted on the 17th of February 1957 in a Kathryn Kuhlman meeting in Youngstown, Ohio. My life has been an amazing work of the grace of God.

The first one was when He planted a seed in my heart. My mother was very sick. She was skin and bones. The doctor said “No hope for you, Mrs. Abram.” Then in her hopelessness, someone told her to listen to Kathryn Kuhlman on the radio. When my mother heard the testimonies of healing, hope came into her heart. Hope always precedes faith. When we give our testimonies of what God has done, we are giving hope to people. We cannot give faith. God gives faith through His Word. We can be ‘hope givers.’

With the assistance of my Uncle Frank, (Mom’s elder bother) she was able to get to the service at Carnegie Hall, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, She heard the Word for the first time. She received Christ and Kathryn Kuhlman called her out and her condition by the Word of Knowledge.

Kathryn prayed and God healed my mother. My mother was the instrument God used to pray the whole family into the Kingdom of God from both my father’s side and from my mother’s side of the family. It took over 20 years but all came to Christ.

She stood on Acts 16:31 “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.”

Mom believed this promise and God did what He said He would do.

One day my father came home from work sad and discouraged. He was told he would not be able to work any longer as they had found holes in his lungs. He did secret work during WWII and had to have exams every six months. My father loved to work. He said to my Mom, “What can I do?”

Mother said, “You are going to Kathryn Kuhlman’s service tonight in Pittsburgh.” He said that he was not a believer. Mom replied with “But I am!” She said she had to stay home with the baby but that Sonny (me) would go with him. I remember, when we arrived, my father looked happy because the hall was packed with many people outside and we could not get inside.

As we were turning to go back home, a voice shouted from the upper window of the hall for my father to wait. It was a Christian from work. He shook my father’s hand and told him that he had been praying for Dad and that he was so glad he was there. My father said he could not get in. The man said he would get Dad in. He almost dragged us behind him as he went into a side door to get to the balcony. He shoved us inside and locked the door.

We were packed like sardines. Dad put me on a windowsill to sit and he stood against the wall. I was reading a Superman comic book I had brought along when Kathryn stopped the singing. She pointed to the balcony and said that there was a man there that had holes in his lungs. I looked at my Dad. His face was red as a beet. I poked him and said “Dad, that’s you!”

He put his finger to his lips and told me to be quiet. Then she said he would lose his healing if he did not acknowledge it. She said, “Raise your hand.” Dad raised his hand half way up hidden to all but thank God for one elderly lady standing nearby who shouted, “Here he is, Kathryn!” Kathryn made eye contact with him and said, “You are the man.” Then she said, “You are not a believer, but your wife is at home praying and believing for you.

You are Jewish, is that correct?” My father just shook his head up and down. “Do you receive your healing?” He said, “Yes” and my father was healed that moment!

I could not understand how she knew all this. We did not even have a phone. The next day the new x-rays showed my father was healed.

Then, when I was fourteen, I was healed of large growths on my neck when my mother went to a Kathryn Kuhlman’s service, praying and fasting for my healing.  She called my Mom out and prayed over her. When Mom came home, she found me totally healed.

However, the greatest miracle took place on the 17th of February 1957. I was seventeen years old and had a bad reputation as a senior in Butler High School, Butler Penna. My mother promised me a full tank of gas for my car if I took her to a service 45 miles from home in Youngstown, Ohio. Kathryn Kuhlman preached. I did not listen.

At the end of the message, when her 100 voice choir sang ‘Softly and Tenderly Jesus is Calling,’ (little did I think I would singing in the same choir less than 6 months later) I saw Jesus on the platform with His arms out stretched to me, calling me to salvation. I ran forward, repented and received Him as my Personal Savior.

When I stood, it was not the same Tony Abram that came to that meeting. I was a new creation in Christ.
(2 Cor 5:17 KJV) Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.

Sister Kuhlman pulled me and another young man to the platform and prayed over us. Then she laid her hand on me and said that if I would be true to God, He would take me into many lands and that I would be a blessing to many people.

God has honored that prophecy over the years. I have counted it a privilege and high calling to carry out the Commission Jesus gave us in
Mark 16:15 And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.

For 59 years, I have tried to pursue the Commission of Jesus.