Minister To The Lord Teresa has been invited to various locations in the United States as well as to the nations. Teresa Crevier is a classically trained pianist. She ministers to the Lord through music prophetically and in the style of Chopin, Mozart, Liszt and other great pianists. The Lord has given her "keys" to unlock the prophetic in each person and her music touches the depth of your heart where "deep calls unto deep." On several of her trips, the Lord used her music to unlock DNA as well as impart revelation into the deep mysteries of God. This prophetic music has been "instrumental" in healing peoples' hearts, it has set people free from various bondages, it has brought people to the very throne of God and into places of intimacy and closeness to Jesus. The music is a vessel used to break down barriers and break anchors that have impeded some peoples' ability to enter into the presence of God. It is a tool of the Lord to bring people closer to Him. Teresa is a pastor and Teacher of the Word, and Founder/President of Alpha Omega Bible College & Seminary. She has traveled all over the United States, Hong Kong, China, Russia, Canada, Phillipines, and Israel where she has ministered as the Holy Spirit leads her. She holds a degree in Piano Performance, also a Masters degree in Theology and is presently working on a doctorate degree. If you would like to have Teresa Crevier come and lead a service and minister and impart the giftings the Lord has given, you may contact her at 605-542-5741 or email at teresa@crevierministries.org. ------------------------------------------------- SUDDENLY EVERYTHING CHANGED! by Teresa Crevier This is a message of how I came to know Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior in April of 1975. I was 23 years old at the time and my life was changed forever I was born again in April of 1975 and it changed the course of the rest of my life. Jesus became so real to me that I could hardly think of anything else. I will never forget that night when this girl asked me if I wanted to accept Jesus right now. My response was, "Ah...ah...ah.., well, no! I don't know what I'm getting into. I'll just think about it." After I left, she and the rest of her roommates went on their knees before the Lord and petitioned Him for my soul that night. I was unable to sleep until finally, at 3:00 a.m., all I could think about was the final verse she had shared with me out of Revelations 3:20, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anybody open the door and let me in, I will come in and dine with him and he with Me." I could just see Jesus standing there knocking at the door of my heart. I finally said, "Okay! Come in!" Immediately I felt a peace like I had never experienced and I went to sleep, knowing for the first time, the peace of God. In 1975, I was a senior in college and was looking for answers and had been for a long time. We were raised in a denominational church which taught us all about the life of Jesus. From the time I was six years old until I graduated from High School, I spent the majority of any spare time I had at church either involved in the music or some other church function. When I was in high school, I began to have a lot of questions regarding some of the things that were taking place in my church. However, I didn't really pursue anything concerning this until after I was in college. While in college, because my major was music and I had chosen at that time my major instruments as the pipe organ, I was chosen to play the organ for the campus church. It was a big denominational church which was not the church I was raised in. I consulted my own church authorities and they said that as long as I didn't participate in the services, it would be all right for me to play the music. Every Sunday and Thursday night, I did the music at this church. This went on for about two years. I was involved in a very heavy load of classes at the same time and had weekly music lessons at the college which involved practicing both the pipe organ and the piano on a regular basis since the Organ was my major instrument and piano was my minor instrument. One Sunday, there were some young people who came to this church where I was playing the organ. They were about my same age. They gave testimony of how Jesus had saved them. Of course, I wasn't really "participating," so I tried to get it out of my mind. That week I was going to have some very bad music lessons because I did not have the amount of time I needed to practice and there were going to be some very disappointed teachers if I didn't show up with some progress made. I wanted to not show up for my lesson because I wasn't prepared. For the first time in my life, I prayed a prayer that was not a form prayer. I prayed like on of the people I had heard that Sunday and like the prayer that the pastor would pray in that church every week. I wanted it to help my bad lessons that week, but it didn't help. Since it didn't help, I just figured the prayer didn't mean anything. That summer, I decided to change my college minor to Philosophy at the counsel of my advisor. He said that I needed to change my world view. When he said this, I did not really know what he meant. I took his advice and started to take Philosophy classes that summer. The following semester I was going to be a junior in college. The first class I showed up for the teacher said, "Well, we've all asked the question, 'What is really right and what is really wrong.' In other words, when we say something is right, what measurement are we using? And when we say something is wrong, what measurement are we using?" When I heard the teacher ask these questions, I sunk into my seat a little. I knew I was in big trouble because thoughts like this had never even entered my mind. I was raised in a foundationally sound doctrine of Jesus Christ and of course the ten commandments were the rule. But at the time, I could not think that clearly. I had never asked questions about right and wrong. I was a prime target for a philosophical make-over by a liberal education. After this initial philosophy class, I started to take many more philosophy classes. Most of the discussions were were incomprehensible to me. I struggled through class after class, trying to understand what all the questions---trying to understand the answers which were only more questions. I finally reached a point where I could argue some of the easier "logical" arguments in the classes but only the arguments on some of the more basic issues. I became pretty good at the "IF this and this and this, THEN this and this." That type of argument and thinking to this college philosophy professor was "sound logic." The fibers of my moral upbringing were beginning to erode and erupt into transcendental, philosophical meaninglessness. I started exploring other religions and even took a philosophy of religion class. There were a lot of people on campus during this same time who were "getting saved." I stayed away from them because I really didn't have the time needed to sit down and just chat about things. I was all business and work. But I had a friend who was an art major and I noticed he had begun to carry around a little bible. One day, I went up to him and started asking him questions about confessing your sins to another person instead of to God; I asked him about this salvation thing that these young people had talked about in that church where I was playing the organ. This art major friend started telling me about Jesus' death on the cross. I thought to myself, "Well, yeah! I know about this! I want some answers about these other questions! This art major friend of mine invited me to come to coffee with him and talk about it sometime. I told him that while I was practicing the piano during this coming week, I would begin to write down questions that I had concerning religious matters. During my Junior year of college, because of all the religion questions I had because of the philosophy classes I was taking, I no longer wanted to spend all my time in churches playing organs. I switched my music major to piano performance instead of organ playing. Consequently, I used to practice the piano, many times, as much as eight hours per day. I was a piano performance major and devoted the majority of my time to practicing. It was a custom of mine since I had to spend so much time practicing, to write down things I was thinking about while I was practicing so I would remember to deal with them later on. So I began to write down questions. They flowed and flowed and flowed out of my pen and I came up with a long list of things I wanted to ask my friend. So I caught up with him one day and we decided to go out for coffee and talk about it. That night we met in the lobby of the dorm and he took me over to some friends house of his, who were four girls about my same age sharing a house close to campus. He encouraged me to come into their house because he had to drop something off. So I did. I went into the house and was standing in the hallway waiting for my friend to come back and he was being detained. Some of the other roommates asked me to come in the living room and sit down. They were all sitting there reading their bibles. I thought that was a little strange because I was not brought up with people sitting in their living rooms reading their bibles. I sat down and they started to talk with me. It sounded to me like they would have answers to some of the questions I had so I started firing off the questions on my list to them. One girl, in particular, God used mightily that night. Every question I asked, she turned to a verse in the bible with the answer to that question. I asked another question and she turned to the answer. This went on and on for just about every question I had. What she didn't know is that I had been involved in these philosophy classes and I was looking for a book or some resource that had some answers. All there were were questions, questions, questions. Nobody had answers to anything and if they were, there was no solidity to the answers. Everything at this time was relative. I called it the philosophical theory of relativity, "If it feels good do it!" That was a motto in the 70s. But the bible seemed to have every answer I needed. Of course, that was the night I accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. The next morning, I had an 8:00 o'clock class. I was notoriously late for this class because I usually couldn't get up early enough to make it across campus in five minutes. But that morning, even though I had tossed and turned until 3:00 a.m., I got up at 7:00 a.m., to my roommates amazement and I started to walk to class. I remember noticing two things. First of all, there was someone who was really upset and they were taking the name of the Lord in vain and I thought to myself, "Why aren't they saying 'Oh Budda,' or 'O Mohammed' or something like that." They were taking the name of Jesus in vain and I remember being so moved by that. I had one month left before I graduated from college and the other thing I noticed is that I lost all interest in even finishing school. The only thing I could think about was Jesus and wanting to spend time reading the bible and get to know more about Him and His word. I couldn't get enough of the Word. Fortunately I made it through graduation and ended up living in town with this fellowship group for almost seven years. After I got saved, most of my close friends had nothing to do with me. They started calling me a "Jesus Freak" and told me I was wasting my life. I was crushed for the first year after I got saved because of the devastation of a life totally changed, but Jesus grabbed my heart and I wanted nothing more than to be with Him, to pray, to spend time in the Word, to spend time going to bible studies, to spend time witnessing, anything and everything I could do to know Him more. And the Lord met me. He poured Himself into me. I have never been the same since then. He grabbed my heart and He can grab your heart too. All you have to do is confess to Jesus that you know you are a sinner and You need His help. Acknowledge the fact that He died on the cross for your sins and even if you were the only sinner in the world, He would have done that for you. Ask Him to fill you with His Holy Spirit. Ask Him to be both Lord and Savior of your life. See that Jesus can bring peace that surpasses all understanding. See that Jesus can bring spiritual healing to your heart. Of course, there is a cost and a commitment but Jesus will set you free and give you peace. If you have prayed to Jesus to accept Him, start reading your bible. Begin with the Gospel of John. And if you want more information. I will be glad to help you. Contact me at teresa@crevierministries.org if you have made a commitment, if you have questions, or if you want to make comments about this testimony. I will be glad to talk about it!