My Life Story
  
Hello, my name is Brother Johnny Campbell. I want to thank the Lord for your
visit to my Web site. My prayer is that you can sense my heart felt desire
to serve my Lord for what He has done in my life.
I Was In Pitiful Shape When HE Found Me
I was born the first time, December 12, 1940, in Alexandria, Louisiana. I
was given to my grandparents to raise me, and they had no religious affiliation.
I was 28 years old before I ever even held a Bible, saw anyone pray, or went
to church. My whole life was filled with drinking and partying. Also, my
step-parents ran a house of prostitution, while my step dad drove a cab to
the Army base in Leesville, Louisiana, to pick up soldiers for sinful pleasures
during their furloughs.
At 12 years of age, we moved to Houston, Texas, where we didn't go to any
church or never met a saved person. By the time I was thirteen years of age,
I was an "alcoholic" and began to have trouble with the law. I began to be
involved with the "Laura Koppe Road Gang" which led to a period of time in
jail.
In jail, I met Freddie Gage, who use to be called "Freddie the Cat," because
of his cat burglaries. Amazingly, God saved his soul, and he is now in evangelism
for the Southern Baptist Convention. I recently saw him at Jerry Falwell's
church. He's still going strong for Jesus.
Prejudice And Hate In My Life
Because of the hate and prejudice I had in my life, I bound my soul over
to Satan. I begged him to give me power over men in exchange for my soul.
I wound up worshiping Adolph Hitler, hating the Jews, and calling in bomb
threats on Saturdays to Synagogues to see them run. I even organized several
groups for the Klu Klux Klan (KKK), passing out literature to get people
to join. While in the KKK, I never believed in the Holocaust. I thought Jesus
was the son of a blue eyed German soldier (Hey you preachers, don't laugh!
You had a professor at one of your seminaries by the name of Nels S. Ferre
on your payroll that believed it, also).
 Anyway, I was working for Coors Brewery in Colorado, when a news flash came
that Martin Luther King was killed in Memphis. I soon left Denver for Memphis
to organize a "White Power" meeting. When I arrived in Memphis, the city
was burning. I then went outside Memphis and rented a room for my family
and I. That night, while my family slept, I was planning for the next day.
Then all of a sudden, for the first time in my life, at 28 years of age,
I discovered a Gideon's Bible. I opened it, but didn't understand it. It
seemed that something was reaching out to me!
Well, I met a man who I was trying to get to fill out my KKK application.
He told me, "I used to be just like you till I got Saved." I never heard
that before. He then invited me to a tent revival.
I said, "What is that?"
He said, "It's where people come and read the Bible."
Well, I had just read the Bible, and it didn't hurt me. But when I asked
how many would be there, he said, "2000." I said, " I'll go!" I thought,
"2000 people in one place to pass out my literature!"
When I arrived at the revival meeting, I immediately started passing out
my applications. They thought I was a Mormon or a Jehovah's Witness and told
me to put my stuff up and listen to the preacher. God set an ambush for me
and set me up.
The Jew That Loved Me
That preacher told us about a Jew that loved me, and that one day every knee
would bow before this Jew. The preacher said that even if the soldiers that
pierced His side would call on Him, He would save them. That night, the first
time I began to cry my kids said, "Mama, what's wrong with daddy?" I didn't
know what was happening.
For the first time I saw the real Johnny, full of sin and hate. That night,
September 22, 1968, in the sawdust, I got saved! Within thirty days I was
preaching. God let me get with men like Maze Jackson and many of the old
timers to help me along.
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