The Announcement

By Hilda Hansberry

The words on the pages of this book were born out of a sincere desire to reach the people of God. A confirming message of the divine existence of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. A sincere desire to reassure God's people that by reaching out, stepping out, looking to him in anticipation that He will grant your prayers, perform miracles on your behalf, and save lost souls. While writing this book, the high level of urgency was always there to let people know, God is standing by ready to move on our behalf. Just as he took Peter's hand and called to him to step out on the water and walk on the water, He is able to do unbelievable miracles just as fast for us today. This book is intended to help you get your mirror. God is standing ready and anxious to give you the miracle you deserve.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098097998

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The

ANNOUNCEMENT

HILDA HANSBERRY

ISBN 978-1-0980-9798-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-0980-9799-8 (digital)

Copyright © 2021 by Hilda Hansberry

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.

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Meadville, PA 16335

www.christianfaithpublishing.com

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

My Testimony

Preface

Mary

Joseph

Jerusalem

The Shepherds

Herod the Great

The Star and the Wise Men

John the Baptist

Jesus

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A special tribute to my parents who introduced me to the Lord Jesus,

Mr. and Mrs. Leonard and Ruth Murray

Acknowledgments

The most awesome thank you to the Lord Jesus my Savior.

To all my prayer partners who encouraged me to write this book.

A special thank you to my pastor Bishop John H. Sheard. Thanks for the words spoken as you were led by the Lord and laid your hands on me and prayed on the Friday night services.

And special recognition to sister Jean Wells. Thank you for being there, thank you for the many prayers and well wishes, thank you for the listening ear, and thank you for the special prayers you prayed for me when the hard situations arose. Thank you for being supportive in every way you could, for bringing my concerns to the forefront, for reaching out to me when the Lord nudged you to, and thank you for the encouraging words.

My Testimony

After being raised the fifteenth in a family of fifteen and in the church of God in Christ, our parents were strict and no-nonsense. There were more things we, and I, could not do than there were that we could, I think. But it was all for my good. My mom was the most beautiful, kind, and smart lady I ever have or ever will know, the best and most fantastic cook that was ever born. For instance, on Thanksgiving, we never had a simple meal like turkey dressing, sweet peas, and mashed potatoes. I’m sure you can imagine with all the family gathering (siblings) and with their children, it was a lot of people. We would have turkey, dressing, potato salad, a mixture of collard and mustard greens, candied yams, ham, mashed potatoes, roast beef, corned beef and cabbage short ribs of beef macaroni and cheese, sweet peas, string beans and potatoes, corn on the cob, baked and fried chicken corn bread, and those awesome homemade rolls. For dessert, we had sweet potato pies, egg pies cakes with homemade icing, Jell-O molds rhubarb pies, apple pie, and my brother Paul would make the lemon meringue pie, pound cakes, a fruit tray, and all of many different ice creams.

Now for my father, the greatest man who was ever born. He was a hunter and a retiree of Ford motor company. He was a pastor, he was a plumber, he was a wonderful husband to my mother, and he was a wonderful father to all fifteen of us children. My father bought a restaurant for my mother way back in the 1950s. It was located on Hastings street in Detroit, Michigan. He would help in the restaurant a lot making the hot tamales and selling them, with sausages and barbeque rib sandwiches. He had a cart that resembled an ice cream truck at that time. Every time he went out with that cart, he would sell everything he had packed in the cart. My father would go hunting every year with his brother and his sons. They would bring back deer, quails, rabbits, and squabs. With all this game meat, my dad would prepare and cook them. He was a mastermind in the area of cooking wild game. I know many people can’t identify with a lot of the named animals that are listed, but believe me, it was delicious.

My mother and father exemplified what the world would call godly parents. They set the pace for us when it came to serving the Lord, personal and intimate relationships, work ethics, education, finances, trustworthiness, wholesome healthy living, and looking beyond present circumstances for a brighter and better time. I never heard a swear word come from their mouth or them downgrading other people, calling them dumb, stupid, and silly. These words and more are often used at God’s people today and more.

I remember as a child of age seven being saved, and my father who was the pastor of his own church at that time took the whole church down to the literal river, as in the Detroit river, and baptized us. I don’t know what the other people felt, as they were being baptized in the Detroit river, but as for me, when I came up, I felt the anointing, the power of the Holy Ghost—yes, at that young age. I just didn’t know how to explain it, but it made me cry and jump. I remember that. I felt strong somehow; it was a wonderful feeling and experience.

That’s why I can give a wonderful tribute to my parents in their absence from us, but I believe they are present with the Lord. May they rest in peace.

Several of my siblings were already parents themselves by the time I was born. Nevertheless, I still grew up with some siblings who were yet at home; the others were also there in the church services many days and nights. But since they were older than me, they could do more, go more places, and have more friends. But when it came to church, if they weren’t working a job, they still had to go. Some half-stepped, going to church only to meet up with their friends and have fun after service. Oh, don’t get me wrong, they loved the Lord; they just had other inspirations for going to some of the services.

I thought as I got older that I could do some of the things my siblings were doing. Well, I tried it, but unfortunately, it was not working for me. I had to continually come face-to-face with the Lord.

As I grew up and was married and had children, I could see the call that was, and is, upon my life was different from my siblings. Yet in spite of that, I had slipped back into the world, and they knew that I could be a pretty tough person at times. I was always aware of my upbringing, so I could not enjoy the things the world had to offer. I could not stay away from the Lord. But even in a backslidden state, I went to church and took my children to church. So my service at that time mimicked that of my siblings. But my heart was not right, and I was not happy. I could not get away with some of the same things. I didn’t try everything they were doing, but what I tried just didn’t turn out right.

The Lord wanted to use me to bring many of them to Him. Even as I would witness to my older sisters and brothers, I could feel the resentment because it seemed that they wanted to be the