About

Author, speaker, and publisher, Jocelyn Andersen, is a Bible teacher, ordained minister, and a domestic violence survivor turned advocate. She is pro-life and an outspoken supporter of women's rights--especially of Christian women's rights https://www.amazon.com/Jocelyn-Andersen/e/B003N6TYKU

Her Christian Testimony

   "I was finished with God, Jesus, Heaven, Hell, Christianity, and anything that had to do with it.
   God truly found me at a time when I was not looking for him..."

   I was only six years old the day I decided I wanted to belong to Jesus Christ.I went home feeling a sense of euphoric joy at what had happened that morning.A sense of joy that was not to last...
   I don't remember the sermon topic. Theology wasn't a concern at the time. I only knew that when the Pastor gave the invitation to "join the church," I wanted to. And as he counseled with me and prayed with me, my six-year-old faith connected to God through belief in his resurrected Son, and I knew that something special had happened to me.
   I would like to say that I was faithful to God after that, but I wasn't always.
   My Mother made sure we were at Church almost every Sunday, and I said my prayers at night, sometimes. But I never made Jesus a real part of my life. I had no idea how to do that.
   As an adolescent, I went my own way and stopped going to Church altogether.
   A fear of dying and going to hell descended on me and stayed there for the next thirteen years. The only thing I knew about being a Christian was that you were supposed to go to Church and live a certain way, and I didn't want to do that. To be perfectly honest; church bored me.
   As a young adult, I began living a lifestyle that I could not reconcile with my conscience and with what I had been taught in Church and in Sunday School through-out my childhood.
   In 1979 I couldn't bear the guilt and fear any longer, and I decided I did not want to believe in hell anymore.
   The only logical way that I could accomplish that, was to stop believing in God.
   I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was very serious about it. I reasoned with myself that if the scriptures were true and there was a God, then there surely was a hell, and in spite of my profession of faith at age six, I was certain I was going there.
   I could not think of a single reason why I should be granted eternal life when I died. I didn't understand that it was faith in what Christ did and not my own good works that saved me.
   I will never forget the first time I announced to another person that I did not think I believed in God. The words shocked us both. But nothing awful happened, and I was encouraged to pursue my goal of becoming an atheist..
   Between 1979 and 1981 I worked very hard at it. Sometimes, during the day with all its distractions, I was somewhat successful. But at night, when the silence descended, I could not squelch the conviction of the Holy Spirit that the scriptures were true and God was real.
   In 1981 I was invited to go to church with some friends and family, and I went. I did not go to worship God that Sunday morning. My goal was to discount everything the preacher said and prove that Christianity was a myth and a crutch for weak-minded people to lean on.
   I successfully (to my own satisfaction) shredded everything the preacher said that morning. I sat through the songs, prayers, preaching and alter call, untouched emotionally or spiritually. I walked out of church unchanged and very satisfied with myself.
   I went back again the next week. I knew that if I could sit through one more sermon and alter call unmoved, as before, that I would be free, forever, from this Christianity that I found so tormenting.
   I planned on walking away from God that morning and never looking back.
   I sat down on the very back pew; the one closest to the exit, and waited for the service to begin. The congregation stood up, said a few prayers and sang a few hymns, then sat down.
   I felt nothing - so far so good.
   Then, the preacher (who did not know me) raised his arm and pointed his finger directly at me and thundered the first words of his sermon.
   "And God gave them up!"
   When he uttered the last word of that sentence, something seemed to come out of the end of his finger and slam straight into my heart. In that moment all my atheistic defenses were shattered, and I became acutely aware of the existence of my God and Savior Jesus Christ.
   Immediately I cried out to him in my heart. I told him that I knew he was real, that I was sorry for ever denying him. I don't remember anything else the preacher said that morning, but I was the first one to reach the alter when he finished preaching.
   I picked up my Bible that very afternoon and began reading the New Testament book of Matthew. I have been reading my Bible daily for over thirty-five years now. I read my Bible straight through, over and over, always picking up today, where I left off yesterday.
   It has changed my life.
   It took me almost twenty years to pick up where I left off when I was six, but I know that God allowed a little child to come to him, and then held on to her and mercifully revealed his awesome presence, even as she tried with all her might to deny him.

My Journey into Ministry

  On my Mother's side, I am the Great-Granddaughter of an itinerant Methodist circuit-preacher. On my Father's side, I am the Granddaughter of a devout Primitive Baptist Grandmother.
  This qualifies me for nothing.
  I have been both sprinkled and dunked.


 With only two exceptions, until I was 24 years old, I never saw the inside of any church unless it was either Baptist or Methodist. I thank God for praying parents and grandparents, and for my early upbringing in church, but sad to say, I spent most of my young adult life ignoring God,  eventually seeking freedom from Christianity through the pursuit of atheism. But the righteous are blessed and their seed [children/grandchildren/descendants], and I thank God, he did not allow me to commit myself to an eternity without him.

 In 1981,  I was powerfully converted to Jesus. I began reading my Bible every day, and that has continued up to the present day. 
   I began singing with a gospel group, and then joined the praise team in my church. A few years later, I was given a second-hand guitar and taught myself to play. I even wrote a few songs (20 years later, I took that same guitar to the streets of Winter Haven, FL. and became a street preacher.)
   I spent some time growing and learning (still growing and learning), and then, for a time, taught new converts at my church. I also spearheaded a successful outreach for girls.
   In 1988, I was led of the Lord to take my Bible and $14 (which was all I had), and make an almost 400 mile round-trip from Georgia to Kentucky...alone. It was an impossible amount with which to make the trip, but I trusted God.
   I knew where I was going, but not specifically why—only that God would open a door of ministry for me after I arrived, and also that he would provide the money I needed to return home. 
   When I asked the Lord why he was sending me to Kentucky, the only answer he would give me was one phrase from scripture, “Lest I build on another’s foundation.” 
   That was it. 
   So I went. 
   When it pleased God, who separated me from my mother’s womb and called me by his grace to reveal his Son in me, that I might preach him ... immediately. I conferred not with flesh and blood. I sought no one's permission or covering [protection] other than that of the Holy Spirit.
   I simply obeyed.
  Not only did God provide the money I needed to get there and back home again, but the ministry door that opened to me on that trip was powerful and enduring. 
   Some years passed, during which time I was active in my church. I visited for the bus ministry, I taught Bible classes, was involved in music ministry, etc.. 
   Then the Spirit of the Lord began to deal with me about being ordained. 
   I resisted the idea, not wanting to be known as a “Lady Preacher.” But God had other plans, and I received counsel from one of my spiritual elders, the one I call my "Beloved Teacher," to submit to having hands laid on me and being sent forth. 
   That happened in 1993.
   After I had been sent forth with the laying on of hands, in the early days of my ministry, which I began to call “Hungry Hearts Ministries,” I reached out to my community by holding home Bible studies hosted by others. 
   My ministry outreaches have sometimes been unorthodox. I remember being led of the Spirit to attend a watch night service at the local Kingdom Hall. That idea would never have occurred to me on my own. I knew it came from God. It did not make sense to me, but I obeyed.
   The result of that visit, was a relationship I developed with one of the elderly members of that congregation...which led to the writing of  my first book, Redemption: Bible Prophecy Simplified
   I had been praying about something having to do with that relationship, and the answer came in what can only be described as a supernatural, panoramic, vision. It happened in a moment of time (I tell about it in the book). I immediately grabbed pen and paper and began writing down the understanding of God’s Word I had received in answer to my prayer. 
   That became the first draft of Redemption, which I completed it in just 24 hours. 
  I converted the original manuscript into a correspondence course, and used it to reach people for Christ all over the country, and in jails and prisons. Today it is a published book, which I sell for printing cost only, and offer free for download online. Thousands have read it.   
   In 1998, Pastors Ken and Pat Smith, at Living Word Fellowship in Spring Place, GA,  asked that I allow them to ordain me as a minister—not as a pastor in their church, but as a Minister of the Gospel. Well, I was already a minister of the gospel, and not inclined to be sent forth again again. I had already had hands laid on me and been sent forth in 1993, I saw no need for an ordination. 
   But God had other plans, and led me to submit to the second ordination. It was through that ordination ceremony that I received written credentials which opened the door to a brief time of Jail ministry in Polk county, FL., a door which otherwise would have remained closed.

    When God unexpectedly called me into street ministry, in 1999, he had already fully prepared me for it (although I did not realize it at the time), and I went forth with only the Holy Spirit as my covering. He has always been enough. I asked no one’s permission to obey God. And for two years, often through great adversity, I was called "Pastor" by those who came to my meetings every Sunday morning, at Silver Lake Park in Winter Haven, FL.
     

  Although I was a woman alone, working on the streets with addicts, mostly male and often criminals,  I was never afraid. No harm ever came to me. 
   Through domestic abuse, rain, heat, cold, and tropical storm, I was obedient to that calling. I never missed a Sunday for any reason. There were always those waiting for me to arrive, and the anointing was strong as I fed their bodies natural food and their souls the Word of God. And there was always music.  My, how the lord ministered through my songs and that second-hand guitar.
   The ministry bore fruit.
   I witnessed sin-hardened, homeless addicts begin to hunger for God, and for something better than the hopeless life they were living.    

During those years, two of the largest street ministries in Winter Haven, Fl (and some others) recognized my work and calling, and honored me with open doors to labor with them in their outreaches. 

   It was also during that time, that God led me to lay hands on some young women, and send them forth. 
   I asked no one’s permission to obey him. 
   As years earlier, God had sent his prophet to lay hands on me and send me forth, so he sent me to do the same for these young women.
   In 2002, another ministry, God’s Way Ministries, in Ft Walton Beach, FL ordained me as a pastor within their ministry. I served on their Board of Directors, as Associate Pastor, Adult Sunday School Teacher, Music Minister, and Director of Christian Education
   It was a blessed and fruitful time.  
   God’s Way Ministries eventually experienced a split, and I resigned from the Board of Directors, but remained on good terms with the Senior Pastors on both sides of the split. 
   One of the Pastors, Pastor Joseph Graves, began a new ministry, and asked if I would co-pastor the new church with him. I declined, but offered to work alongside him in an independent support capacity with teaching and music ministry. 
   He accepted my offer and honored me by placing the name of my ministry, Hungry Hearts Ministries, on the sign in front of his church. 
   Beginning in 2005, The leading of the Holy Spirit set me on a journey circulating through-out the Body of Christ without regard for denomination.   
   Throughout that time, sometimes I simply visited for a day, or a month, or longer. Sometimes I joined with ministry for a season.
   Every pastor I have worked with, has recognized the calling and anointing of God on my life. Some have tried to harness it for their own selfish purposes, to build their own empires. Some have felt threatened by it (though I have never coveted another’s position or ministry). Others have honored it, as we labored joyfully together to win souls, make disciples, and promote the interests of Jesus Christ. 
 





I continue to obey God to best of my ability and understanding, through laboring in the Word (both speaking and writing) and ministering in music.
   In his service, and in his will, is where I want to be found when he comes or calls me home.