My name is Arlo Moehlenpah. I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1936,
moved to Detroit, Michigan when I was four and later to a suburb of St.
Louis, Missouri at the age of five. I don’t remember when I first
believed in Jesus Christ. I had a mother who was a silent Christian and
godly grandparents from Wisconsin who occasionally visited us. As a child,
I do recall going to an Assembly of God church and later a Presbyterian
Sunday School. My paternal grandmother encouraged me to regularly read the
Bible. When I was in high school I got involved in a Christian group
called Truth for Youth and occasionally went to Youth for Christ rallies.
In 1953 I enrolled as a chemical engineering student at Washington
University and regularly attended meetings of the Intervarsity Christian
Fellowship. During the summer of 1954 I worked in Detroit, Michigan and
attended the Highland Park Baptist church.
was during the Christmas holiday of 1954 that I received the most
significant religious experience of my life. On the night of December 30,
1954, after attending a basketball game I went home and went to bed. That
night my brother, who had gone to a church service, woke me up and told me
that he had received the baptism of the Holy Ghost. Whereas I had heard
about this experience I had never sought for it. I did know, though, that
God was not a “respector of persons” and that if God would give this
experience to my brother He would give it to me. I got out of bed and
started praying but nothing much seemed to happen. The next night there
was a New Year’s Eve Watch Night service at the church where my brother
received the Holy Ghost. Just around midnight they prayed the old year out
and the new year in and then went home. I had come desiring the Holy Ghost
but the people were ready to go home. The next day was New Year’s Day.
Instead of watching the Rose Bowl game on TV, I spent the time in my room.
That night was another church service. I don’t remember who preached or
what they said, all I remember is I went to receive the Holy Ghost. After
the service people prayed for me. I remember one lady told me to raise my
hands and say “hallelujah.” In my mind I said, “You pray your way
and I’ll pray mine.” About twelve people stayed with me and prayed
with me until about midnight when I quit praying. Then we began to talk.
They told me various things and that my brother had received the Holy
Ghost. After about an hour I told them that this reminded me of the day of
Pentecost where they were in one accord in one place. I asked them if they
would pray with me some more. When we stood to pray I began to leap and
ended up on my back with my hands and my feet in the air and began to
speak in another language as God filled me with His Spirit. I would try to
say something in English and it would come out in another tongue. At about
2:30 A.M. my brother drove us home and I woke up the family speaking with
that night I have been a different person. I had heard about being
“born-again” but now I really was “born-again.” My Dad told me it
would all blow over. He reminded me that I had joined boy scouts and then
quit. Also that I expressed an interest in hunting and he bought me a
shotgun but later I no longer wanted to hunt. He figured that I would lose
interest in this also. It has been over 50 years since I received this
experience and I am still so enthused about what God can do that I am
I received from God that night is recorded in the Bible in the Book of
Acts chapters, 2, 8, 10, and 19. Please read these chapters for yourself.
You will note that this promise is for you and your children. Jesus Christ
went to the cross to die for your sins, was buried and rose again. Before
He ascended He told His disciples to wait for the promise of the Holy
Ghost which He would send. They received this experience and so did I and
so can you.