Donnie. My life was changed at your altars. What you believed in, preached, and taught was unlike anything I had ever heard.
You were at the foundation (aside from Jesus) for my walk and fire for Christ. I just can’t fathom not raising my kids in your camps that saved me.
I’ll never forget being a teenager and you calling me out at an altar saying “God has healed you of your depression, you don’t need to take medication for the rest of your life.” Ten years later I haven’t taken them.
I love you Donnie freakin Moore. I remember you teaching on the Holy Spirit, I was fifteen years old and literally sitting on the edge of my seat with my leg shaking with anxiousness because I wanted what this power was that you spoke of. I couldn’t believe there was such a thing that would link my heart directly to God. I couldn’t believe we had access to it!!! You didn’t even finish the invitation to come down to the altar and I was running up there. I forgave my dad. Forgave my bullies. Forgave my family, everyone. I’ll never forget when your giant hands (that were bigger than my head) prayed for me to be filled with the Holy Spirit and next thing I knew I was on the ground for the next three hours praying in other tongues. The love, joy, peace, and freedom that came over me is what changed my life. I got up from that altar a different person. I went out and brought 20 kids to youth every single week because you believed in me. I brought my best friends back to camp the next year and they got saved. I sent my niece when she was the same age as I was when my life was first changed. I made lifelong friendships that have carried me through my darkest days at YOUR camps. You possessed the love of the father unlike any other to so many people. Donnie; the impact you had on my life is nothing compared to the thousands of others who knew you, but it’s everything to me. I’ll miss you so much.
To friends and family:
A message for My deepest condolences to each and every one of you, if there is anything I can do please let me know.