Purposeful and Meaningful: A Journey of Faith: Aunt Hazel’s Story

Many of us at one time or the other visited Aunt Hazel’s blog. Today, I celebrate this woman of faith. It is a long read and encourage you to bookmark this page, be patient so you will gain a thing or two from her faith journey.

Aunt Hazel writes….

Hazel Moon now in her mid 80’s is married to Robert, and raised three children, one foster daughter and her husband’s brother the same age as our son. We have 11 Grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.

I was born into a Christian home, taken to Sunday school, and church plus had the Bible read to me and my siblings each morning.

At the age of nine, God spoke to my heart and asked was I ready to invite Jesus into my life?

There were no trumpets sounding, just a peace that enveloped me as I asked Jesus to come into my heart.

At the age of 12 while in church, a certain gentleman gave his testimony how he was baptized in the Holy Ghost. Just as the day of Pentecost, he was as a drunken man speaking in tongues all the way home on the street car.

The speaker called for those who meant business with God, to come pray at the altar. I came forward and knelt down. No sooner had I knelt then the power of God hit me, and my hands went up in the air, and a shout from my lips, “JESUS.”

Women gathered around me and prayed with me until the fire fell and I began to speak in another language.

My friend and I attended Christian Youth Camp where the speaker called for those who are ready to be committed to read at least a chapter a day from their Bible. That night I made a vow and have kept it except for a few times I was too sick to read.

As my Bible reading progressed I came to the scripture in

John 15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.

This was the first time a scripture enlarged itself – stood out, and shouted at me. I was chosen and I was ordained.

I can’t say my teen years were all saintly, but again God kept me from deep sin.

God removed an unsaved boy-friend from my life, and shortly afterwards I met and eventually married Bob Moon.

Years went by and when the children were grown, we sold our home and moved to Broken Arrow to attend Kenneth Hagin’s Rhema Bible College. That was a happy year.

Returning to our summer mobile, the Pastor in town invited us to become their Christian Education Ministers. After two eventful years the church grew, but our family in the Bay Area needed us so we moved again, purchasing a nice home.

Bob took up the reigns in his roofing business and we prospered, as we assisted in a small new church.

One day at work, my husband was overcome by carbon monoxide fumes and lost consciousness. The men managed to get him into the office where he could lay on the couch. Some time after that, he began to loose strength, was extremely weak and could not work.

We put our home up for sale and this time shut down the business and moved back to our summer place. As we had no income, my daughter suggested that I attend a workshop for seniors needing a job.

From that class, we learned to write a resume, and how to answer tough questions on a job interview. Of course we were also asked to apply for jobs, so I put in an application at the County.

Eventually, I was called in and hired to work in the accounting department of Family Support. During that time, we found a small Charismatic Church who had called a Rhema Pastor, so we began to help.

Things happened and the church folded. I was tired, disillusioned, and a bit angry, so I decided to attend a “Formal church” and just sit. Well, I can’t just sit, so when the church had their “Joy and Concerns” I would share a short story at the JOY time.

Some told me they enjoyed my stories. Then a board member came to me and asked me not preach and to keep my stories short and only share once a month.

I complained to my daughter about the resistance, and she encouraged me to begin a Blog and write my stories. This I began to do bringing all the memories of growing up, raising children, working in a hospital and then a large office and putting them on the internet.

As I compiled the stories into some sort of order to print them for my family, there was enough for three books; Early Childhood, Raising a family, and the Golden Years.

Not available in bookstores as these were all self-published but I have a few copies in my garage. Book one is available at Amazon.com.

One day, I received a letter from the Pastor at the Formal church that the committee had met and decided that I was NOT to share verbally any longer, but I could print my stories and leave them on the share table.

God had already been dealing with me that soon I would leave this church.

My youngest daughter invited me to go with her to Bethel, Redding, CA and have a counseling session for direction. They call it ZOZO, bringing new life to situations.

The sweet lady asked me why I had left my Pentecostal roots, and I responded. I also told her God is asking me to leave and find an alive church. She urged me to leave anything that is theirs, and take all that is mine. So my search began, with visits to several churches.

Oh Lord what will I do, nothing seems right?

Then on Face Book, a friend mentioned a church I had not considered, so I visited. This was a leap from one end of the Formal spectrum, to the other end almost a Rescue Mission.

The worship was great and the service informal, with people walking in and out with coffee, as the preacher ministered.

Prior to church the homeless enter the kitchen area where coffee and donuts are available. (I began to bring loaves of fruit bread.) A potluck was advertised in the bulletin for after church. Actually it is not normal church pot luck, but a free lunch for those who stay, provided by the Pastor who shops in quantity each month.

I began to attend the early Sunday Bible Study and make comments when there was an opening. The teacher told Pastor that I should share the prophecy I had given that morning, so I was asked to do so.

A group of Christians meet every Wednesday to pray over our city and I began to attend, as the Pastor gave a short focus. The next meeting, I e-mailed the Pastor asking if he had a focus and if not I had something. He said, “Go for it.” He said he appreciated me assisting and it gave him some free time.

My daughter wanted to take me again to Redding for my birthday along with a couple of her girl friends. We attended to the Friday night service, and the Saturday morning Healing rooms each of us requesting prayer over physical needs. While there, I purchased a book by a current Prophet James Maloney that stirred my spirit.

A friend introduced me to “I love to Read” where they offer Free E-books and discounted books. Many tell of supernatural encounters with the Living Jesus. My spirit has been resurrected.

I am approaching my mid 80’s but God is not through with me yet.

About the Author

Hazel Moon is married to her sweetheart Robert; they have 4 grown children and 11 grandchildren. She is a retired minister, and also retired from working as an enforcement officer for the County. She and her husband graduated in 1977 from Rhema Bible Training Center and they have worked with small churches encouraging their growth. While the children were growing up, Robert was a Roofing Contractor and Hazel was his right hand assistant; keeping his books and office running smoothly. When Robert retired for health reasons, they moved to the town of Oroville, California, where they now reside with their two dogs. Hazel is active in her local church encouraging others to daily seek God’s face. She began to blog in 2010 with the encouragement of her daughter to write her memoirs. These have been compiled into three self published books. Hazel continues to write encouraging posts on her blog and her desire is to inspire others to set their sights high in Christ Jesus.