I remember, when I was two or two and a half years old, I went to church one night and they said, "All right, we're going to sing, and we're going to call a choir."   All they had was an upright piano with a high back and a little lady with a bun on the back of her head, who couldn't play a lick.   The brothers would stand on one side of the piano and the sisters on the other, and they would get to singing.

All of a sudden, as just a two-year-old (but very observant), I'd see a look come over their faces.   I didn't know what it was, but their expressions would change.   They weren't just singing any more, but they were beginning to feel what they sang.   Before long I began to hear hair pins falling.   Those women would get to shouting and praising the Lord.   What seemed like pounds of hair pins would fall on the floor and hit the altar rail.

My granny told the story that I got my first piano on my first birthday, and I'd get down on that piano stool and pray.   Then I'd sit down, play the piano and sing.   My mom would stand at the door and watch me.   I'd come around from behind that piano, lay a book on it and preach.

My mother said, "Shortly after your first birthday, you told us that you were a preacher.   You just looked at us and said, 'I'm going to be a preacher'."

I told my granny one day, "Granny, I'm going to be a preacher."

"Oh, you're going to be preacher?"

"No, I am a preacher."

"No darling, you're going to be a preacher."

"No ma'am, I am a preacher."

When I was three years old, I took real sick with a high fever.   There was nothing they could do.   I pulled that piano stool out in the middle of the floor, got down and asked the Lord to heal my body.   My mother wasn't serving the Lord, but she called my granny and told her, "Mrs. Shelley, it beats all I've ever seen.   He just pulled that piano stool out in the middle of the floor and got down to pray.   Now his fever has broken, and he's playing."   You see, that was a witness to my mother that God was doing something.

I remember the day my daddy took me to my granny's house.   I was very small.   He said, "Mother, I believe Steve is going to be a Holiness preacher."   My daddy was backslid, away from God.

She said, "Now, what in the world would make you think that?"

"He's not a normal child.   He doesn't do like all the rest of the children.   When it's time for him to play, he gets down by that piano and prays and pretends to preach.   He's asking what the Holy Spirit is, I don't know what to tell him.   Will you tell him?"

I won't ever forget how my granny told me.   She explained the Holy Spirit in such a way that I, as a small child, could understand it to the best of my ability.