Video: The Best Advise For 2020

Hey guys!

Am happy we are finally completing a decade with smiles.


With smiles. Forget about the past, no regrets. So far you are alive there is hope. You will be okay and trust God enough in 2020. A lot of breakthrough coming to you in Jesus name.

Keep smiling, clean those tears, He is here to sweep you off your feet with blessings and overflow of favours.

Cheers to 2020 fam! 🍻🥂

Credit to: @therealwarripikin

Trending: His Treasure House “Discovery Conference 2018”

Abuja stand up!!!

Are you ready for a great experience and change in your life? Am so excited and can’t wait to experience this powerful men and woman of God impact wisdom and knowledge in my life.

Don’t be left out and come join us as we both enjoy the presence of the most high God.

Check out the line up for this conference on the banner especially recognising the presence of Rev. Sam Adeyemi and my humble Senior Pastor’s Godwin and Seun Uwu’bamen.

…at the dyscovery Place 674b, Gaduwa recreational park, Ahmadu Bello way, behind Gudu Market Abuja Nigeria.

Watch this video below to see the our guest speakers on point.

True Story: The Life-Changing Power of Jesus Christ (Tammy’s Story)

My name is: regret, shame, pain, dirty, angry, failure, hated, forgotten. My life is full of valleys, with no mountain in sight. I haven’t seen good in so long I’m not sure it still exists. My story starts out like anybody else. For six years of my life I was the typical kid. Then life got in the way and things started changing.

When I was six I watched my great grandmother take her last breath. Four short months later, at age seven, my dad died. He died from complications from attempted suicide. I was never a “normal” kid after that. I sat alone on the floor during P.E. at school watching the other kids play begging God to just tell them I loved them.
That in itself is way too much for a seven-year old to handle all by herself. I started getting really depressed. I even went as far as attempting suicide. My heart was broken and nobody could or would help me. As time went on I came out of my depression and could see hope again. Then on January 27, 2009 my world crashed. My great aunt died. I was lost and empty. Eleven short months later tragedy struck again. My papaw died. I felt an anger start in my heart that would not soon be quenched.

On June 16, 2012 my faith was put to the test harder than before. My other papaw lost his battle with cancer. I started spiraling. I was depressed, angry, and confused. I wondered why God who is supposed to love me so much kept ruining my life. I started drinking and smoking pot daily. Curling up to a bottle was the only thing getting me through the day. I started giving myself away in pieces and slowly at first, then all at once, until I had nothing left. I looked in the mirror and saw a stranger — a tired, broken stranger. I was a mess. I was only 14 but I felt like I had lived a thousand years.
On October 20, 2013 I knew I couldn’t continue down the road I was on, so I turned to Jesus. I became a new person that day. Jesus saved me from myself. He became my life. I could finally stop fighting. After 10 years of death and pain I was exhausted. I could smile and laugh. My brokenness healed. I had hope for the future. Tragedy still came. August 17, 2014 my world came to a stop once again. My uncle who was my best friend, died. Losing him was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. It didn’t make sense; he was only 46. How could someone that I loved so much and had seen every single day really be gone? Five days later another uncle passed away. I couldn’t take it. My heart was so broken and I was so emotionally exhausted. I felt like running away and never stopping.

This time was different though. I was done running. I asked Jesus to carry me through it and he did. He still is. Because of him I have a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I have valleys, but I also have mountains. I have hope; I see the good in the bad. I am transformed. My name is: joy, peace, over-comer, remembered, redeemed, restored, loved, forgiven.

Jesus Christ is in the business of changing lives: Raksha’s Story

I grew up in a very troubled home. My dad had an affair and mum was always unhappy. I was the eldest and had to take on many responsibilities. I was very troubled and insecure which I carried over to adulthood.

I married at the age of 19. I always felt unwanted by my husband. I started having affairs with different people and lived recklessly. I left my husband many times and there was no end to the problems. I was rejected in the end by each guy I had an affair with and finally my back was up against the wall and I didn’t know where to turn because it hurt so bad to be rejected over and over.

That’s when a friend at work introduced me to Jesus. I turned from my wicked ways and decided to carry my cross and follow Jesus. Ever since my life has never been the same again. My husband and I worked through our marriage and are happily married now. God even blessed us with our own house a year ago. He is good. Praise Him.

True Story: Saved From Drugs, Violence, Prison, Freedom


Richard’s testimony is an inspiration. He decided not to be anonymous because he wants his story out there to be told. He believes his story can change someone out there with the same problem he faced before meeting Jesus. Please it might be long but will appreciate if you patient to read it through….

The following text is a personal testimony of how God has brought inner healing from emotional wounds that were inflicted on me as a child, and set me free from a fear of violence and a deeply entrenched behavior pattern that had caused me to hurt others growing up. My hope and prayer is that if anyone reading this is able to identify with any of it, they will come to understand the deep healing and freedom that can be found through repentance and faith in Our Lord.

My story begins with describing myself as an intelligent child who was happy, confident and secure in my home life. This all changed however when my father suddenly left home around the same time I began to experience bullying by a boy who I used to play football with. The boy was a friend at the time, but took it upon himself to beat me and humiliate me at every given opportunity after wrongly blaming me for losing a football game. The bullying I experienced only stopped after I snapped one day and knocked him down, along with his friend who was with him at the time. Both boys had been trying to humiliate me by hitting me in front of others, but something inside just said enough is enough, and I remember a feeling of intense relief because I finally stood up to him. In retrospect I can now see how this was the beginning of a pattern of behavior that was to stay with me well into my adulthood, as I had learnt that people could not hurt me if I hurt them first.

The bullying by this particular boy did not go on for too long, but it was enough to destroy my confidence and teach me that I needed to toughen up to protect myself from being hurt again by others. Subsequently I began to try and create a tough man image that couldn’t have been further from the truth of what I felt inside. In terms of what this looked like for me, as a child I would fight with other kids in the area and would bully and intimidate others. I also became rebellious at home and school, and eventually fell in with older guys who introduced me to drugs and a criminal lifestyle, which caused me to leave school early and enter a very dark period in my life.

Throughout adolescence and early adulthood, I always knew deep down inside I was not really the person I was trying to portray to others. As much as I wanted to try and convince others that I was tough, I knew that there was always someone tougher just waiting around the corner. Inevitably I ended up in a young offender’s institute and I can clearly remember the day I was led away from court in handcuffs and was taken away to spend my first Christmas behind bars. My first sentence was only a few weeks at that point, but whilst incarcerated I was bullied once more by an older guy who took a dislike to me. Despite trying to convince myself I was a somebody, I didn’t really know how to look after myself in an institution, but I quickly learnt that the only way to get by was to make sure that I was able to convince others that I was no pushover. The next time I was sent away for violent disorder, I made sure that I got in with the right crowd and would target certain people to try and establish my reputation even though the fear of violence actually terrified me. This meant that on occasions I would assault someone for no other reason than to try and prove myself. The reality was that I took no pleasure from violence and I always felt sadness for each person I hurt. I knew it was wrong and I wanted to change, but the further I travelled down that road, the harder it became to turn around.

At 21 years old, I was sent away on remand for the first time to a tougher higher prison. I remember walking down some steps and reading a sign that said welcome to Hell. It was made even more chilling by the fact that the prison I had been sent to had been used in a film many years before, and so I actually recognized parts of the building. To make matters worse I was withdrawing from a high amount of opiates and was forced to share a cell with someone who was also coming off drugs. All we had was a small sink and a bucket to use as a toilet and that was one of the lowest moments of my life. We were locked up for 23 hours a day and each morning the door would open for slop out and I would try and get myself together and stick my chest out as I walked down the landing as if I couldn’t care less. The moment I was back in my cell I would sit there in tears wondering how I was ever going to turn my life around.

The fact was that no matter how many times I tried I would always go back to drugs just as a pig goes back to wallow in the mud. I hated life and I hated myself. Other than the drugs I also had been secretly cutting my flesh for years as a way of punishing myself, but also as a way of releasing the anger and pain I felt inside. I would even punch myself at times and hurt myself in other ways, but the more I did this the more confused and fearful I became. I really believed I was becoming insane, because I did not think that anybody else would ever deliberately self-harm. I constantly lived in fear of being found out, but without any obvious way of changing things. I would numb myself with drugs, sex and anything else that would provide temporary relief from the confusion, fear and sadness I felt inside.
Over a number of years, I abused my body to the extreme and it is testimony to God that I am even alive today after having several near-death experiences. Indeed, several times I would experience situations where only the presence of God could account for my being here today to write this, but I will write about them at some point in the future.

After many years of personal suffering and causing suffering to others, I entered treatment in 2007 to clean myself off the drugs. I knew that to continue on the same path would either lead to death or a life sentence in prison, but deep down I had no real hope that things would change. I had tried to get clean many times before, but always seemed to go back to drugs because I could not deal with the intense emotional pain brought by the shame and guilt that the drugs had been masking. After detoxing from the drugs in treatment, I was left feeling vulnerable and naked before others. I really didn’t know how to deal with this and so I spent months trying to push people away by pretending that I felt better than I actually did. I also suspected that I was going to use again when I left treatment, as I could not stand the reality of having to deal with life without drugs. The truth was I was terrified of life and often contemplated suicide, but instead of being honest and sharing this, I would use anger or lies to keep people at a distance and away from discovering how I really felt inside.
It was whilst I was in treatment that a friend took me to church one evening after I reluctantly agreed to go simply to get out for a night. I had previously believed in God as a child, but somewhere along the line my idea of God turned into imagining some ferocious being that punished me every time I made a mistake. I also had church forced on me as a child and all I saw was hypocrites who judged everybody else, but did the very things they judged others for. I therefore went to church that night with no expectations and spent the first part of the service staring at the women in the hope that I may find a nice girlfriend. At some point however, I heard the preacher talking about addiction. He spoke about a God-shaped hole inside each of us and invited the congregation to step forward and accept Jesus. I could really relate to much of what he was saying, but I remember an intense fear of going forward, as I thought that people would be watching me and I could not stand the thought of people thinking that I was a broken man. Even so I eventually fell to my knees and asked the Lord to rescue me from the personal hell that I was living in before quietly leaving the church and travelling back to the rehab.
That night I could think of nothing else other than what had happened at church. I waited till everyone was in bed before closing my eyes and began to pray. I got down on my knees again and repented of the things I had done in life. Despite going to church as a child and going through the motions of repentance, I was suddenly aware of God listening to my cries and I felt genuinely sorry, because I had hurt so many people in my life up to that point. I can see now how unlike my previous prayers of repentance, I meant it wholeheartedly this time and I remember what felt like a cool breeze come over me. I thought that the wind had come into the room, and so I checked all the doors and windows, but they were closed and the heating was on. I now believe this to be the Holy Spirit.
I went to bed that night with a peace that I had never experienced in my life and so began a journey that would ultimately help me clean myself of the drugs, but would actually involve swapping drugs for religious practice, and going to the other extreme of becoming a Christian doormat afraid of conflict and trying hard to be liked by those I placed on pedestals. Of course, I had no idea that this was the case, but in his grace the Lord was good to me and eventually allowed me to understand how I had only partially surrendered my life to the Jesus that I had heard many stories about, but did not really know personally. In terms of the testimony I am sharing now, it is only in the freedom I have found in surrendering to the Lord, that I can now share freely why I acted like some kind of gangsta, when the reality was I was simply a frightened, confused and broken man who had grown up physically, but still felt like a small child inside.

I give all the glory to God for the changes that have happened over time. I have made many mistakes along the way, but I have for the most part been willing to allow the Holy Spirit to convict me of the behavior patterns that have subconsciously controlled me even after becoming a Christian. It is only in the confidence I have in God that I can now share this in the hope it may bring encouragement to others. Furthermore, I can do this without fear of what people may think of me, as my reputation amongst men is no longer as important to me as my relationship with God.

This journey has been long and painful and has involved going through periods where I would just cry for no obvious reason. At times, I wondered if I might be having a breakdown, as I could be simply driving the car and a song on the radio would trigger the tears. I could also be watching TV with the children and I would cry at some cartoon character for no apparent reason. To anyone observing I must have looked like a real wimp at times. I have come to understand however that it’s all part of the healing process and that I do not need to stop myself from experiencing my emotions.

I grew up believing that crying was a sign of weakness in men, but I realize now that could not have been further from the truth.
In finishing this testimony I want to add that I have reached a point in my life where I am no longer afraid of violence or those who would seek to intimidate, because I am one with Him who bore our sins, was murdered, but rose again so that we may find life.

May these words be a blessing to you. Please feel free to share this testimony if you think you may know anyone who might need to hear this.

May all the glory and praise go to HIM…

Jesus Christ Is In The Business of Changing Lives #TruthSaves

I grew up in a very troubled home. My dad had an affair and mum was always unhappy. I was the eldest and had to take on many responsibilities. I was very troubled and insecure which I carried over to adulthood.

I married at the age of 19. I always felt unwanted by my husband. I started having affairs with different people and lived recklessly. I left my husband many times and there was no end to the problems. I was rejected in the end by each guy I had an affair with and finally my back was up against the wall and I didn’t know where to turn because it hurt so bad to be rejected over and over.

That’s when a friend at work introduced me to Jesus. I turned from my wicked ways and decided to carry my cross and follow Jesus. Ever since my life has never been the same again. My husband and I worked through our marriage and are happily married now. God even blessed us with our own house a year ago. He is good. Praise Him.

Truth Saves: Jikky’s Testimony #JesusDidIt #faith #MakingJesusFamous

This God is just too good. A confirm game changer to those who have believe nothing can be done in their lives anymore…. This testimony really touched me, and I know it will touch someone here reading this great testimony. Please take your time and digest the miraculous work of our God.

I don’t know where to begin. The last time I had written a testimony was back in 2010 when my mother was first diagnosed with breast cancer. I had written a witness of how Jesus had taken us through that difficult time. That writing was the first and the last until now. Here I am now writing again to proclaim and testify that Jesus is truly alive.

When the year began, I remember thinking that this is the third year since the cancer and only two more years to go to be off the cancer medication, be cancer free and cross the five-year mark.

But it all crumbled down. Not long ago, we came to find out that the cancer was back. It was shocking. We were devastated. We had thought that we were over this ordeal and that the experience we had in 2010 was the pinnacle in our lives that we needed to find God. We had so many questions. How come this had come again on us? We were supposed to go on with our normal happy comfortable lives. It just wasn’t fair. Not for my mother to go through this again. As we faced this looming darkness building up before us, we were shattered into a thousand little pieces with our uncertainties. It was as if we faced death itself.

It started with an unsuspecting pneumonia, which was treated. This was followed by cough and then suddenly one day right vocal cord palsy. The local tests showed a suspicion of a spread. Our hearts sank as we realized that we had to now prepare to start on another journey. We didn’t know what to do and what was going to happen. We were stepping into a deep dark tunnel and sinking down into it without knowing its end.

All that we took with us when we left for my mother’s treatment was words spoken to us by a visitor who came to pray for us before we left. He said to be prepared to see all the medical facts one by one. He said that we would be overwhelmed by them but to remember that Jesus is above these facts because He is the truth. The preacher said to believe in His miracle and to ask Him for healing. It was with these words and few strands of hope that we left our home. But little did we know at that time that these very words were going to transform us.

Once the diagnosis started, just as the preacher said, one after another we got fact after fact after fact. A pet scan that was done confirmed that the cancer had progressed, not just to the lungs but also to the kidney. The doctors started a new chemo drug in tablet form. My mother had to swallow about eight tablets of these two times a day. She started having very bad side effects including very bad diarrhea and mouth sores. She couldn’t eat anything that she once liked. It was so painful. The doctors advised, after realizing her age, that it was better to give her a “good quality of life” since anyway she will become resistant to these drugs as well. In other words, don’t struggle and fight, just give in and let it be.

We went in search of hope and got none. Not only were we devastated but also helpless with what was happening to us. All we had was the Bible.

After two months, we decided to go for a second opinion in our own country. And we started a new chemo that had less side effects. My mother managed to complete two cycles but during this time, the palsy worsened to bilateral palsy. My mother had a two millimeter gap in which to breathe. She was breathless with every movement and her breathing was so heavy and loud. She was deteriorating so badly. She was so tired. I could see that she was so weak and wanted to give up. She just couldn’t be free and normal. She couldn’t sleep well at nights because of the breathing. She couldn’t eat properly. There was times were she would just lean against me and rest. And there was nothing we could do. We felt so helpless and desperate to make things right.

We finally decided to do a laser treatment in February 2014 to her vocal chords but unfortunately after a few days she developed swelling. And that was the first time that she suddenly stopped breathing. It was chaos that day. My father was alone with her in the hospital when the medical team rushed and tried to resuscitate her. My father saw her slip away before his very eyes. He said “I thought she was gone.” But by the grace of our Lord Jesus and the medical experts, Mummy was given her life back. Jesus was not finished with His work. After a few days, an emergency tracheotomy had to be done. With that her voice was gone and her normal eating stopped. She was on nose tube feeding. She was put in a critical care unit because her condition became worse. Within a few days she developed multiple viral bacteria in her blood and multiple infections including her lungs which were already weak. She had to be on a ventilator. She was isolated to minimize contamination.

She was struggling for weeks. Then one night in March, for the second time, we lost her. The infection in her lungs was so bad that a mucus plug dislodged and blocked her airway. She stopped breathing. Her heart stopped for several long minutes while the CCU teams tried resuscitate her. This time it was worse than the first. Her lungs had collapsed. Finally they managed to get her pulse but there was no response in her eyes. I remember that night as all this happened. The doctors said that it didn’t look good. They said they had done the best they could. We were crushed. We called our close family back home and informed them so that they could travel immediately to be with us. We called our parish priest who was just about to start the weekend service in church. He said be strong, pray. That night, my father and sisters held hands and prayed together along with the hundreds of people who prayed with us at the same time.

We had reached an end. It was the bottom. There was nothing to do except wait in that darkness. There was no consolation. What was remaining was only hope and prayer. Each of us were alone even though we were together. We told each other to pray, keep praying and be strong to face whatever happened. We gave it all up to Him. We let go and let Jesus do His work. We placed our trust in Him. We remembered the fact and the truth. We submitted our mother to Him who is the Way and the Life; to Jesus who is Love. We finally gave it all up to His will because we believed no matter what happened that it would be good, even though we may not understand it.

While we waited there in that room that night, we recalled Jesus’ love and His compassion and all the miracles He did when he was alive. He healed all who came to Him. He healed all who had faith. He told each of them that it was their faith that made them well. The blind were able to see. The crippled were able to walk again. He not only healed, He raised a little girl to life. He raised Lazarus who was dead for four days! So if you go to Him, will he not heal you too? He never turned anyone away. So go to Him. He is life and the giver of life. Life is His to give and take. And as long as our hearts go on beating, we as His children can go on asking Him. And go on praying to our heavenly Father.
My mother made it through that night. Praise God. And since then every day she has been miraculously improving! She was in CCU in isolation and on a ventilator for several weeks and was even in danger of renal failure which would have required dialysis. But she gradually pulled through. She is now recovering and rehabilitating slowly. We saw Jesus alive as Mummy slowly began to make more and more improvements.

By His mercy Mummy is back again, stronger than ever before.
We thought the multiple infections would damage Mummy but Jesus healed her.
We thought she would never come out of CCU but Jesus took her out.
We thought she would always be on a ventilator or some breathing machine but Jesus gave her life back and restored her lungs. She is breathing on her own now.
We thought she would need to be on oxygen support all the time but God has saved her of that.

We thought Mummy would always be feeding through a tube in her nose but by God’s grace, the tube is removed and she is eating and swallowing soft food, even with the trach tube! Finally she can taste normal food.

We thought she would need dialysis, but her creatinine levels improved and by God’s mercy she doesn’t need it.
We thought Mummy would never be able to speak again, but now she can with the tube. She can finally talk after suffering several weeks of silence.

We thought Mummy would never be able to walk again and be ridden in a wheelchair but with God’s strength she is slowly walking now.

Jesus healed my mother and is continuing to heal her and will heal her completely. And we will go on praying for that.
What I want to say to all who read this — is never ever lose hope even when you think there is none. Don’t ever give up. Place all your hope in Christ, even if doctors tell you they have done their best and even if people remind you of what can happen. Only when men have done their best and there is nothing more left to do, can Jesus come to take control over the situation. Only then can the healing come from Jesus himself and only then can He do His miracle. We have to make room for Him and make way for Him to come into our lives and allow Him to do His work in us. We must not be troubled or worried of what He is going to do. Because whatever it is, it will be good. Give it up to Him, trust Him and be at peace in that faith.

If you don’t know what to do, give it up to God and leave it to Him. He will lead you because Jesus is the way. Just follow Him. If you are feeling hopeless and that all is lost, look to Jesus’ suffering, his strength and his perseverance. He overcame so that you can also overcome like He did. Jesus was so wounded but He carried His cross all the way to Calvary. He fell down three times but he still got up and went on. He fell, He rose. He fell, He rose again. He fell but he still rose and completed what He had to do. He knew he was going to die but he still went on for our sake. So that today when we suffer unjustly in this world, we know how to cope and be strong.

Even when He was dying on the cross, He was full of love and forgiveness. And he stayed strong, persevered, faced death and finally overcame death. He won over it and He rose. And he is alive now. No matter what facts you see and hear, Jesus is the only Truth.

He said ask and you will receive. These are Jesus’ own words. It is his personal promise to you. So ask Him and have faith. He said to ask in His name. So believe and ask in His name. Believe in the words that He spoke from his own lips. This promise is from the same mouth that spoke the words which created this whole world and this universe. He said heaven and earth will pass but His words will not pass away. So take this promise and believe, and have faith and ask in Jesus’ name.

Don’t be like the Israelites in the desert. Even after saving them from hundreds of years of slavery and bondage in Egypt, and even after dividing the mighty sea before their very eyes, they were still complaining when they didn’t get food. They said God had abandoned them. But God will never forsake His own children. You may abandon Him when you are afraid, but He will never abandon you. You may hate Him for the suffering that you are going through, but He will always love you.
So don’t doubt God when things happen. God is good. I believe all things that happen in this life are with His permission. Every single thing is under His control, even if we suffer innocently and it seems unfair. And even if we or others make wrong decisions. I know in my heart that God loves us and He will save us. Just as Jesus suffered innocently but it was the only way to save us. I admit that I cannot understand some things sometimes. But I am not meant to understand everything because He is God. No matter what I do and how hard I try, I just won’t be able to figure Him out because I am only human.

But I have to believe that what we go through may be a small part in a bigger picture that we do not see.

We just have to trust Him because He is our Father, our Creator. So don’t be afraid of anything because we are safe in our Father’s hands. So be at peace when you pray. And be at peace when you have faith in Him. And don’t be afraid of facts anymore because Jesus loves and Jesus heals.

Remember one thing — you have to go to Him and ask him for help.
Turn to the Word of God and you will see it become alive in your lives. In John 14:6 Jesus said “I am the way, the truth and the life.” In our journey these words of God became alive in our lives. We felt Him and experienced Him. He was the way that we followed because we didn’t know what to do and where to go or who would help us if we needed help. But we followed Jesus. He took us through each day, one at a time.

Each day we just submitted to Him and we let Him lead the way. He was ahead of us and we just followed. And every day we got the facts from the doctors, but Jesus was the truth — the truth that healed and overcame these facts. We saw it with our own eyes. Each day that He gave us was a miracle. He showed us His Love. Jesus said “I am the Life.” He gave my mother her life back not once, but two times! He truly is Life. He breathed His life into her and restored her.

Thank you Lord Jesus. Thank you. Thank you for choosing us among millions to reveal this to us. Thank you for choosing to touch us with your love, for choosing us and revealing your glory and for choosing us for your miracle. We are nothing and no one but yet you chose us. Thank you Lord. Thank you.

How can we come before you and even utter these words of thanks to you Lord? Because all that happened was because of your mercy and love that we didn’t deserve. I have no words except praise your name Lord. Glory to my Lord, my God, my Father in heaven. Even I had questioned you and asked you why. But now it makes perfect sense, because your love can only be made perfect in the weakest. It is only when we have reached the depths and darkness of the bottom that you lifted us out of the very deep. I would not have known how much you loved me if I had not been so deep down. This life is not everything. Being with our Father in heaven is everything. Our comfort is only with Him.

And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Revelation 21:3,4 (ESV)
The one who conquers will have this heritage, and I will be his God and he will be my son.

Revelation 21:7 (ESV)
So don’t be troubled anymore. Don’t cry and don’t give up. You are not alone. Our Lord, our Creator, Our Father who is Love is with you always. Nothing can hurt us. Not even death. We have to trust and be at peace. So as long as there is life, go on asking for what you want and need from our Lord. And keep on asking and believe in his promises.

I would like to end this testimony with these words from the Bible.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5 (ESV)
And with these thoughts …
Remember that one of the wounds on Jesus’ body was for you…
Thank you everyone.

May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit, be with you all. Amen.

Grew Up In a Christian Home, But With Stagnant Faith #truth saves #testimony #Jesusdidit

I grew up in a Christian household with my mother, brother, and grandmother. I went to a Christian school from kindergarten until my junior year. I attended church every Sunday morning and evening, and as well on Wednesdays. I professed my salvation at age five, but I never grew in a close relationship with God. I was a stagnant Christian; I professed to love God, but I never bore fruit. Around my sophomore year, my mom’s devotion to the church became lax and eventually we stopped going altogether. At this point I started to go my own way, obsessing over video games and falling into pornography. A dear friend of mine (also a straying Christian) introduced me to marijuana, and we wasted two and a half years smoking, gaming, and doing as we pleased.

God brought me to a point of realization that if I continued down that path, I would live a pointless and unfulfilled life. Soon after I was caught shoplifting, and God led me to a Bible believing church where I served my community service hours. While there I almost immediately got plugged in with a small group of men my age. It’s been amazing to see how God has brought me back to himself, and how He is changing me into a vessel that He can use. I’ve lived the first 19 years of my life myself, and I plan to live the rest of my days for my faithfully loving Father!

True Story: What God and His Word Have Done For Me #Jesusdidit #Truthsaves #testimony

*Before Jesus saved me, I was steeped in and infatuated for most of my teenage years with pornography, writing and reading explicit sexual stories on the Internet, as well as not being celibate with my then boyfriend. I also had an addiction to sexual fantasies and masturbation. After Jesus saved me with his Word, I am now not at all interested, nor do I watch, read, and write, sexual material. Also, I am celibate and recently Jesus healed me from painful addiction to autosexuality, though it is still a journey and I must rely on His strength to not give in to a sudden onset of thoughts (very sudden, so I know the devil sends these thoughts, they are not natural).

*Before Jesus saved me, I was haunted by childhood memories of sexual abuse (both as victim and even perpetrator, experimenting with others). After Jesus saved me, I forgave everyone and also asked for forgiveness, and also, I am extremely happy nor do I give thought to those thoughts brought up by satan to remind me.

*Before Jesus saved me, I was deeply wounded by being rejected and abandoned by my earthly dad (saw him about three times in my life) as well as my mom (she left for NYC three days after I was born, I heard, to pursue her own interests and goals; I only have maybe two childhood memories of her in my mind). After Jesus saved me and allowed my Heavenly Father God to adopt me (he is the Best Father in the whole world), I am set free from those horribly sad feelings, as well as my mom and I are close (My mom has been changed by God also).

*Before Jesus saved me, I was participating, both knowingly and unknowingly, in witchcraft (Harry Potter I read as well), new age, and eastern spiritual activities. I was tormented constantly day and night by demons who actually abused me physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and sexually. I was at the point of suicide. After Jesus saved me, I have peaceful nights of sleep because He blankets me in his mercy, grace, hope, and love.

*Before Jesus saved me, I had the dirtiest mouth, cursing and sometimes yelling. Sometimes if I felt I couldn’t say enough bad words in my angry rant, I would literally growl; that was how bad my temper was. After Jesus saved me, I have found true enjoyment and joy in speaking what is pure, true, holy, lovely, and edifies and helps others. And I am not forced to speak like this. The Holy Spirit in me makes it natural that I speak only good. Also, I don’t have a temper anymore, unless I sinned in some area, and sometimes my old nature peeks through to try and gain entrance in my life again. But when I am in agreement with the Holy Spirit, and walking in Him, it is natural to speak and act only good.

*Before Jesus saved me, I was a selfish Scrooge. I took inventory of my material possessions and money constantly, and if anyone needed anything, I would not give it to them or lie, saying I had nothing. If any item was taken or out of place, I would go on a rampage through the house, threatening to move out. After Jesus saved me, through the Holy Spirit I am at peace and don’t care about keeping a tight hold on items. Also, I freely give money and items with a very joyful heart.

*Before Jesus saved me, I was a raging shopaholic and irresponsible. I’d buy things on credit, intending not to pay at all and go into debt. I would shop when I felt angry, sad, happy, and any other emotion under the sun. I would literally throw my bills behind the bed so as to keep them out of sight and out of mind. I’d blow all my money from paycheck to paycheck, not saving anything. I would not talk with companies when they tried to get payback. After Jesus saved me, I actually have no interest at all in shopping or even malls. Also I have called back some companies and collections agencies, wanting with a joyful and hopeful heart, to pay them back with whatever money I have. I have also started a savings fund for the future.

*Before Jesus saved me, because of my sin and the fact that satan comes to steal, kill, and destroy everything, my personality and mental stability was chipping away, becoming broken. Personality-wise, I lost all my interests and goals that I use to have as a child. I was an empty being, laying around with no emotion or excitement, typing and constantly looking at sin. I even had a monotone, robotic voice at one time, and any one person that would come around, I‘d immediately copy them and have their interests and personality, because I had none to show. Mentally, I was completely abnormal and not fit for society and socialization (full of hatred, envy, and apathy). After Jesus saved me, I got back interests I had as well as never had before, and am extremely excited about them. I also speak and act with joy, and although I still prefer to be alone at times, God has inserted me into lovely groups at church that have become friends.

*Before Jesus saved me, I was slothful, laying in bed all day after work (if I didn’t call out) or school until I would get sore and weak all over. Even worse, on days off, I would literally go the whole day without getting up or eating barely nothing, not even showering. My bed was my prison. After Jesus saved me, I must always move and am excited about life and my goals, dreams, interests, and what God is doing. Oh, and I love to shower.

*Before Jesus saved me, I had no one to talk to. Literally no one. I lost contact with all friends because I never talked, nor did I want to get out of bed or the house to go anywhere. A few times I was alone at home on Christmas, not caring, yet deep down crying to be with others. I even ignored family. After Jesus saved me, he has put me in contact with many loving people at my church, a lot my age, and also I hang out with my family every chance I get. Also, God is the most desirable Friend I have ever had. I am completely satisfied with his goodness, and love, and purity, and His character and personality. He is my best friend, the first one I had once I was saved. He was there when no one else was there.

*Before Jesus saved me, I actually thought I was better than everyone else, even church folk (I am so not kidding! That is how delusional satan makes people in sin)! I thought I did everything better, that I did it right, that I needed no help, and I got jealous and envious of others who did any sort of accomplishment, and I would rush to mimic them and do it better. After Jesus saved me, I saw the deep, disgusting, deceptive pride I sunk into, and realized that without Him and His Spirit helping me every moment of the day now, I would revert back to my sick state of humanity. Everyday the Holy Spirit makes me joyful in my own set of weaknesses (reveling in that Jesus is strong) as well as strengths (enjoying the gifts He has given me for good), and I get excited about other people and what they do as well without coveting or wishing those accomplishments were my own. I feel full of satisfaction, and have no need of filling a void with accomplishments, because Jesus has filled the void.

*Before Jesus saved me I had anorexia. I lost 40 pounds by not eating in one instance (few months) during high school, and would get anxious even after eating a salad or drinking water, and I would run right away to look in the mirror! For a time I was afraid to look in the mirror because I hated myself and what I saw. I would also literally suck in my stomach at ALL TIMES, so as not to even breathe right, sometimes the whole day until I gasped for air and felt headaches. After Jesus saved me, I have only satisfaction in Him instead of looks, although I admit I still struggle with it since I am a human with weaknesses (I am still in the process of learning to breathe right after sucking in my stomach, because I actually forget to breathe, and find that I haven’t had a full breath in minutes). Everyday I only depend on getting my joy from God, and not by other means, and the Holy Spirit actually fills my need with that, with a fullness of joy and love for Him. I am happier now and forget about looks, and even at times, I prefer to have more curves (what a miracle!)

*Before Jesus saved me, I was moving down the road to becoming a full-blown homosexual. I was bisexual, and had interest in woman, and hated men with a passion and was scared of them, even of them looking at me. I wrote homosexual stories, watched homosexual pornography, and was even ready to sign up on a website that catered to individuals who wanted to date in this “lifestyle.” After Jesus saved me, within the same week, these homosexual thoughts and feelings felt VERY foreign to my body. It felt as if these emotions and feelings were being sent to my body from satan and his demons, and these feelings were in opposition with my natural body’s gender. With the Holy Spirit in me, and me agreeing with Him that these feelings were not mine and were from satan, God blocked the feelings, and I actually began to like guys again, and also I began to lose interest in women, and now I don’t have it at all nor do I want it. One time God even showed me homosexuality was from satan, because as I was walking down a hallway at work, a woman passed by, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a demonic male voice in my ear said “She is pretty” as if this demon was trying to convince me. This was when I had no interest in women also, so my body had no inclination at all toward having desires for the woman. The thought was completely foreign and in opposition with my own body’s natural gender’s feelings. I chose not to agree with the demon and shooed the thought away by Jesus and His truth, and suddenly the voice vanished and my body’s feelings stayed completely utterly intact; there was no inkling at all of a homosexual desire in any of my parts. I am completely set free and healed from this intensely deceiving sin by JESUS and His truth, His light, and His precious gift to me, the gift being He died on the cross for EVERY single sin I have ever committed, and then rising the third day to completely defeat satan and his demons and all of sin and death’s power. He HAS set me free and given me every promise in His Holy Word, The Bible, including this fitting verse below:

Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. 2 Corinthians 5:17

Delivered From Satanism And Demons #truthsaves #Jesusdidit #testimony

I was an eclectic or self-styled Satanist. In other words, if it worked, I used it. I started out basically a philosophical Satanist; LaVeyan Satanism. But, I found out that there was a ‘power’ or demons were available, thus I began to pursue traditional Satanism, while holding on to what worked from LaVey; his self-centered philosophies.

I ended up being possessed by demons because I gave myself over to them in exchange for their ‘power’. After coming to Jesus Christ, I was delivered from the demons. Here is my testimony . . .

After four years in satanism, I was miserable. I had seen everything that Satan had to offer, and still I was miserable. I decided that the only thing left to do, as a “respectable satanist,” was to kill myself. But before I even checked into the motel, I knew that something or someone might cause me to lose my nerve. For company and courage, I took along a bottle of whiskey and a bag of marijuana. I put the rifle to my head but somehow I could not pull the trigger. I knew that the rifle worked, but I just could not pull the trigger. Disgusted with myself, I tried again the next night. On a September night in 1981, I tried to hang myself. I put the rope over a rafter in the garage, and kicked the chair out from under me. I landed on the floor with the rope still tied to the rafter. “What a failure,” I thought, ” I can’t even kill myself.”

The story of my involvement in satanism is so classic that it’s almost cliche’. I was a lonely young man from a dysfunctional family. My father was an alcoholic. Things at home got worse until finally, my parents divorced. I was looking for a place to belong. I was looking for people who would pay attention to me and give me acceptance. I was looking for love, but I was caught in the middle of a violent house that left me feeling hopeless and frightened. In response, I started looking to the supernatural for courage and for some mystic power over my early existence. I was ripe for such an experience, and for a long time I had been interested in magic and other aspect of the paranormal. Even as a young boy, I knew that there was a spirit realm, and that there had to be a way to tap into it.

My first contact with satanism came when in 1978; a snowstorm took my hometown by surprise. I was a 17 year old high school senior, and was working in a local store during the storm. I was just beginning to wonder how I would get home that night, when the store’s assistant manager, a young man of just 18, invited me to stay at his apartment, just a short walk away. This young man seemed to have everything that I had ever wanted. Prestige, power, he gave every indication that he was in control of his life and acted much older than his 18 years. That night, he told me the source of his strength. I was fascinated. He showed me the magic notions and occult objects, which he had accumulated. I was convinced. Later that night, we performed a ceremony, and I gave my life to Satan.
After I graduated from high school, my “teacher” and I moved away to attended college. The two of us attempted to begin our own satanic coven. Our coven was to consist of thirteen disciples but we were only able to recruit six, all of them males. The six of us shared a house, where we conducted what I call “freelance” satanic rituals, creating and improvising ceremonies freely. Coven activities included casting spells and desecrating Bibles and any other Christian articles that we could get our hands on. During this time I was in contact with demons on a regular basis, though not with Satan himself. Demons were powerful underlings, that were at my beckon call…or so I thought. Eventually the frightening and distasteful parts of satanism overshadowed the thrilling parts. I began to worry about where the coven might be headed. I knew that I could not participate in the next step . . . I knew that there were lines that even I would not cross. I wanted out.

I thought at the time, that the only thing left to do was to kill myself. To my dismay, I failed. I know now that only Divine intervention could have saved me from both the gun and the noose. After returning home, I tried to drink myself into oblivion, but found that the taste of beer turned my stomach. So instead, I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves…but it burned my lips! So finally, I, the satanist priest in the making, went to my room, lay in my bed and began to cry. I will never in my life forget what happened next. It was late at night. The rest of the coven was out partying so the house was empty. Out of the silence I heard a voice from beside my bed that said “Get Out!” I stopped crying and looked around the room expecting the presence of a demon. This was no demon. The voice moved to the foot of my bed and said again. “Get Out!” I remember being so shaken at the command that I immediately obeyed. I crawled out of the nearest window in my bedroom and onto the driveway…and into the presence of God.

My knees went weak and I fell on my face, there was no mistaking Who this was. Looking up at the sky I pleaded, “Jesus, just make my life okay.”

I have come a long way from those days in satanism. I still believe in a spiritual reality. I believe in both demons and angels, evil and good. I have simply traded darkness for light. The Lord Jesus Christ has helped me through complete recovery.

I have been married now for 18 years. My wife Liz and I live in South Carolina. With God’s help I have earned a M.A. in Pastoral Counseling and have launched Refuge Ministries. Together, we instruct others about the dangers of the Occult, New Age beliefs and other false teachings. We don’t just work with former satanists; I know how it feels to be a lonely and confused person, driven to despair. We are here for who ever the Lord would send.

Saved From Lust And Sex #testimony #truthsaves #Jesusdidit

How I Became a Christian

When I was 21 years old, I began to have a desire to get closer to God. Having grown up in the Catholic Church, I figured that getting back to weekly mass was the best place to start. I was dating a girl at the time, and we were involved sexually. I knew this was against the will of God, and I wanted to stop, but it’s pretty hard to quit. One night I told my girlfriend that I didn’t want to have sex anymore. After that, our relationship lasted about a week.

I felt good about my decision, but I knew I still needed to ask God to forgive me for having sex outside of marriage. I decided to go to confession. I told the priest what I’d done. He asked if I used protection when I had sex. I asked him if he meant a condom. He said yeah. I said yes. He said that it was O.K., as long as I use a condom.
I walked out of that church a happy man. I resumed my sexual activities. A few months later, however, the guilt returned. I knew it was wrong, condom or not. I stopped having sex, and decided that I would try not to have sex until I got married.

A friend of mine invited me to Horizon Christian Fellowship in San Diego. Having never studied nor read the Bible (or been encouraged to by the Catholic church), I enjoyed the sermons very much. I heard the gospel and understood it, and believed it, but I wasn’t ready to repent (change my ways). I thought I was cool with God, since I wasn’t having sex anymore. Then I heard the Sermon on the Mount from Matthew chapter 5-7. Jesus said that if you lust after or fantasize about women, it’s just as bad as committing adultery, as far as God’s concerned. I’d stopped having sex, but I hadn’t stopped lusting after girls, or fantasizing. I figured that if I set my mind to it, I could probably (maybe & hopefully) hold out from having sex until I got married. This was a possibility. But I knew that there was no possible way on this planet that I was going to stop fantasizing, or looking at and lusting after beautiful women. No way.

I continued going to the Bible study, and learned about the power of the Holy Spirit. The Bible says that God can give you power to resist temptation (1 Corinthians 10:13 – No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man, but God is faithful, and will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will allow you a way out, that you may endure it). I figure that made sense. If God is all powerful, and if He can do anything, then yeah, He can keep me from lusting after women.

So, after about two months of Bible study, I prayed to Jesus and asked Him to forgive me of my sins. I asked the Holy Spirit to come into my life, and give me the power to live the way God wants me to. This happened at a service at Horizon Christian Fellowship, at a Miles McPherson service on a Wednesday night.
The very next night, I got a call from a girlfriend that I hadn’t seen in months. She wanted to take me out. She had never offered to take me out before this night. The only time we ever spent together was when I went to her house in the middle of the night, maybe once every couple months. Now, she wants to drive over and pick me up, and take me to her “special place”, some mystery location that she wouldn’t reveal. I remembered something about being tempted after you get saved. I thought I probably shouldn’t go out with her. But dumb as I was, I told her to come get me.

She arrived at my house at around 10:00 PM. I asked her to stop by the post office before we went to her “special place”. The Sports Arena post office is open late into the night. As I was leaving the post office, I noticed something on one of the counters. The place is usually cleaned by that time, this object caught my eye. I picked it up. It was a Bible. A little red Bible booklet with Old English type. I immediately remembered something about God always being with you, and helping you resist temptation. I put it in my pocket. I got back in the car, and headed for the “special place”.

I grew up in San Diego. I’d ridden my bike and driven my car all over San Diego. This “special place” is visible from the I-5 freeway (a road I’d been on many times), yet I had never seen it. I’d heard about this “special place”, but had never been there until this night. The “special place” turned out to be the Mount Soledad War Memorial – A thirty foot tall CROSS. Yeah, a cross. So now I’m standing there looking at this cross, with a Bible in my pocket. I was so happy. I felt like God was saying, “You’re my boy now.” All I could think of was how awesome God is. All I talked about was God, and the cross, and, “Ya know when I was little, I went to Sunday school, blah blah blah…..” Of course my date was frustrated, so we left. When we got in the car and turned on the radio, there was a PREACHER on!!!!!
It was a commercial or newscast or something. I was laughing at this point. God rules! We ended up at her house. Now, for the past few years, I hadn’t set foot in this girl’s house without ending up in bed. But tonight was different. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind. We sat in the kitchen. She gave me a hot chocolate. After about ten minutes of nothing, she asked if I wanted her to take me home. I said yes. And that was the end of that. That used to be the end of this story, but a few years after this happened, she called me out of the blue, and I invited her to a Harvest Crusade (outdoor evangelism meeting, similar to a Billy Graham service). She ended up getting saved, and she’s been walking with the Lord ever since, PRAISE GOD!!!!!!!!

God totally delivered me from sexual sin AND from fantasizing & lusting after women. When the desire to lust comes, when that initial thought comes, I’m able to stop it immediately, by the grace of God. I got saved at age 21. Six years later, I married my best friend. Having kept myself pure for so long, I was able to come into a marriage relationship without the excess baggage that comes with being in one sexual relationship after another. I praise Jesus for setting me free!!!! God can do anything, he can change your life, no matter what you’ve done. JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Out of a Homosexual Lifestyle #Jesusdidit #truthsaves #testimony

Here is the Christian testimony that Jesus gave me.

I was trapped in a homosexual lifestyle; well I was a success as far as the world could tell–a good job, nice home, and a Lexus! Does it get better than that? Oh yes, and a different guy every Saturday night! That all changed in the fall of 1995; let me tell you just what happened.

I noticed a real cute guy who lived down the street. He drove a small truck with a Harvest Crusade bumper sticker. Now I had been a Mormon for 25 years. Although not active all those years, I knew about Harvest Christian Fellowship and Pastor Greg Laurie–it was part of the Calvary Chapel. And every year at the Anaheim Stadium they had a “Crusade ” and a lot of long-haired people who had nothing else to live for gave their lives to Jesus. Well, I thought, if that is what this guy believed, then I could ” convert ” him into being a homosexual very easily. I even sent him a note, although I didn’t sign it. No matter, I was going to somehow meet him and he would like me. Since he was a “born again Christian” I had better get to know something about it. I had a C-band satellite dish, and got the “Z” music channel–Christian music–MTV style network. I bought some discs–Michael Card, Wayne Watson, Gary Chapman, and a Maranatha Music one too.

An SDA friend invited me to a Michael Card concert at Loma Linda Campus Church in October, 1995. Also I Invited my neighbors over for Thanksgiving dinner. Something just kept drawing me to “Harvest Dude” as I had nicknamed him. Well, Thanksgiving came, and I found out that “Harvest Dude’s” name was Joe but he would not be able to make it. He was single and going to his parent’s for dinner, but he did come over and thank me for inviting him. But the neighbor, who lived next door to Joe (Ruben) came over. Ruben’s wife had left him, and he had no place to go for dinner. Also, Terry, the lady across the street from me who was divorced, came over. Ruben was born again, and went to Harvest; Terry was not attending any church at the time, so Ruben invited Terry and I to Harvest. We had a great dinner, and agreed that the following Sunday, Terry, Joe, (he found out later) Ruben and I would all attend church. Well, it was a shock! There was a live band on stage, (not in your wildest dreams in the Mormon church) and everyone was dressed like they were going to the beach! And Pastor Greg was a bald-headed 40-year-old! He was not at all like I had heard–a long-haired hippie freak. Well, the “praise music” was loud and not The Old Rugged Cross but rather songs like Lord, I Lift Your Name on High, Awesome God and I Love your Grace .

Also, the people seemed to be singing to God, not to just sing out loud. Pastor Greg read from the Bible, not just one verse, but a whole chapter! And then he explained it in modern terms and even made me laugh! The meeting had started at 6PM and it was now 8PM. Two hours at church? Pastor Greg did an altar call and about 50 or 60 people went forward. I remember thinking, I don’t need to go; I am a Mormon and know all about Jesus.

The next week was hell. The water heater blew up at 2AM. Things at my job started looking real bad, and the Lexus was giving me some trouble. Also I had just broken up with a guy. As I drove the car into the garage, I thought about letting the door close behind me and turning the radio on and just letting the exhaust build up in the garage. And I would just drift off to sleep forever. But something stopped me.
I went to church the following Sunday and it was about the same, but this time I almost got up at the altar call. But I said that was stupid. I already knew the Lord, or so I thought. The week went along fine; Christmas was going to be on Monday, and it was now Saturday. I was getting out of the shower, when all of a sudden I started to cry, and I don’t mean a little! Sobs and a feeling of doom came over me. I went to my bedroom and knelt by the side of the bed. I started to pray like I never had before; I told God that I was sorry and that I knew the life I was living was wrong. I now had no tears left, just heavy sobs, and my side hurt. I never felt so bad in my whole life, then inside my mind came these words: my Son, I love you. I forgive you.

WOW! I can’t tell you the joy and love that I felt, and when I got up from that prayer I had lost all my desire to sin. I no longer had a lust for men! Praise God. He had removed all that from me. The next day was Christmas Eve, and at 9PM at a Christmas Eve service at Harvest Christian Fellowship I gave my life publicly over to Jesus Christ.

I later told Ruben and Joe about the letters I had sent. Joe said “Praise the Lord! I have a new brother in Christ.” Ruben also praised God and said, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” No matter what the sin, the answer is Jesus Christ.

Do you know Him? Do you know, if you died today, where you would be? Romans 3:10 tells us:

As it is written: “There is none righteous, no, not one.”

Also in Romans God’s Word tells us:
. . . for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.

Romans 3:23
Therefore, just as through one man sin entered the world, and death through sin, and thus death spread to all men, because all sinned . . .

Romans 5:12
We can see by reading God’s Word that no man can stand in his own righteousness and that: . . . the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 6:23
Because God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Romans 5:8
The inspired Word of God also tells us in Romans 10:13 that “whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”

Have you called on the name of the Lord? Jesus says to us in Mark 16:16:
But he who does not believe will be condemned.

There is a place called hell. It is real. The Bible speaks of it as a place of eternal torment. Eternally apart from God. Again I ask you–if you died today where would you go? Would you go to heaven with God, or hell apart from God forever?

God’s Word tells us:
. . . that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.

Update: January 2002
Well, after asking Jesus into my heart in December 1995, The Lord richly blessed me! And for one full year all of the homosexual thoughts and desires were gone. But then, one day when I was seated in church singing a worship song, someone in a tank top and shorts walked down the aisle to find a seat. And thoughts so perverse entered my mind with such force that I really had to turn my head to see if the people seated on either side of me heard my thoughts!

Well , I thought, I lost my salvation . I had told everyone that I’d been delivered from homosexuality, now a year later, I was starting to have those old thoughts and desires return! Who could I go to? I thought all my new Christian friends would run away from me now!

Well, as you know, our Lord is so faithful. He placed godly men in my path, and they had never struggled with homosexuality. They were able to reassure me that I was still “saved” and that I needed to take up my cross daily and follow Him! So, 1997 passed to 1999, and in January of 2000, one of the counselors at my church asked if I would be interested in being used by the Lord to start up an ex-gay ministry. So started the Rainbow Cross Ministry. We started a phone prayer team, an email prayer team, then a Bible study six months later. The Lord was faithful to bring alongside me a godly brother, who helps me and encourages me. He has also come out of the homosexual life.

I don’t know if I will ever be totally free from the thoughts and temptations of homosexuality. I pray, and see the Lord’s guiding hand in my life. I agree with God that it is sin. And the desire is getting less and less. But this I know: I will never be ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and what is amazing is that Jesus Christ is not ashamed of me! I encourage all believers to be open and honest with their struggles.
God resists the proud, but He gives grace to the humble. James 4:6

True Story: A Devoted Muslim Convert to Christianity

This is not the first time have heard or experienced this, but this testimony is unique I have to share the story.

Khalid Mansoor Soomro is from the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. He was an ardent follower of Mohammed until he decided to put a challenge to some Christian students at his school. This dramatic testimony tells how a Muslim convert came to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior.

Khalid’s Challenge

And He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.” (Mark 16:15, NKJV )
I belong to a Muslim family. When I was 14 years old, I was studying in a convent school in Pakistan. My parents had forced me to learn the Qur’an by heart when I was seven, and so I did. I had a lot of Christian fellows (or acquaintances) at school, and was surprised to see them studying because I had always found Christians to be of low profile in the society.

I discussed and argued a lot with them about the accuracy of the Qur’an and rejection of the Bible by Allah in the Holy Qur’an. I wanted to force them to accept Islam . Often my Christian teacher told me not to do so. He said, “God may choose you as he chose the Apostle Paulus.” I asked him to explain who Paulus was because I knew Muhammad only.

A Challenge

One day I challenged the Christians, suggesting that we each burn the other’s Holy book. They should burn the Qur’an, and I should do the same with the Bible. We agreed: “The book which would burn, would be false.

The book which would not burn would have the truth. God himself would save his Word.”

The Christians were frightened by the challenge. Living in an Islamic country and doing such a thing could lead them to face the law and meet its consequences. I told them I would do it by myself.

With them watching, first, I set the Qur’an on fire, and it burned before our eyes.
Then I attempted to do the same with the Bible. As soon as I tried, the Bible struck my chest, and I fell to the ground. Smoke surrounded my body. I was burning, not physically, but from a spiritual fire. Then suddenly I saw a man with golden hair at my side. He was wrapped in light. He placed his hand on my head and said, “You are my son and from now on you will preach the gospel in your nation. Go! Your Lord is with you.”

Then the vision continued, and I saw a gravestone, which had been removed from the tomb. Mary Magdalene spoke to the gardener who had taken the body of the Lord. The gardener was Jesus himself. He kissed the hand of Mary, and I woke up. I felt very strong as if someone could strike me, but I would not be hurt.

A Rejection

I went home and I told my parents what had happened, but they did not believe me. They thought the Christians had me under some magic, but I told them that everything had happened before my very own eyes and that many people were watching. They still did not believe me and kicked me out of my home, refusing to accept me as their family member.

I went to a church close to home; I told the priest all about what had happened. I asked him to show me the Bible.

He gave me the Scriptures, and I read about the event I had seen in the vision with Mary Magdalene . That day, February 17, 1985, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior.

A Calling

My family rejected me. I went to various churches and learned about the Word of God. I also followed many Bible courses and eventually went into Christian ministry. Now, after 21 years, I have had the joy of seeing many people come to the Lord and accept Jesus Christ as Savior.

Thanks to the Lord, I am now married and have a Christian family. My wife Khalida and I are involved in the work of the Lord and have been able to share the miracles God has done in our lives.

Even though it is not easy and we face many hardships, we feel like Paul who went through hardships and suffering for the glory of his Savior, Jesus, who himself suffered during his walk on earth and his time on the cross.

Testimony: From Reckless and Violent To a Changed Man of God

Maurice’s harrowing experiences in the US Army and the death of his young son made him reckless and violent. He struggled with relationships, and became alcoholic and suicidal. But when he asked God to make him a better man, he underwent a life-change. Now Maurice uses his stories and poetry to turn hearts toward Jesus Christ .

Maurice’s Life-Change

My name is Maurice Wisdom Bishop and I am 28 years old currently serving in the US Army. I deployed in Iraq for 13 months. While I was there, a soldier in my unit shot himself with an M-16 and the 5.56mm round hit him in the heart and he died. I felt so much guilt because I was one of the soldiers who had made fun of him. I also blamed myself. I was very affected but I hid my emotions inside.

Dark Times

After my 13 month deployment, my ex-wife and baby’s mama called me unexpectedly after six months of not contacting me. She told me then that my one-year-old son had died, and she never even told me about the funeral.

I became angry and my heart grew cold. I had nightmares from my deployment and about my dead son. I couldn’t sleep so I started smoking a lot more and drinking a lot of beer, brown liquor, and wine just to go to sleep. Although I was a smoker since age 12, that night I became an alcoholic. I became reckless and violent.

Trouble , Trouble, Trouble

Emotionally, I couldn’t function.
My relationships always failed. I was married and ended up in a bad divorce. I didn’t communicate with my family because I felt like they couldn’t help me and I didn’t get along with them.

I felt alone and I was suicidal many times. I stabbed myself in the leg, tried cutting my chest, and cut my arm.
I even mixed a few Percocets in my glass of Hennessy. I became homeless and had to survive in the streets.

Because of my bad reputation for mistreating women, a woman who I used to sleep with sent three of her cousins (who had just gotten out of jail for attempted murder) to kill me. I was chased and shot at, but I’ve managed to survive.

I moved from Philly to Lindenwold, New Jersey to try starting my life over, but trouble always found me.

A Chance to Change

I remember asking God to change my life and make me the man he wanted me to be. Nothing miraculous happened, but I kept reading and studying the Bible and I was going to church. Before I knew it, I had stopped smoking, drinking, fighting, mistreating women, and hating people!
My life took a 360 degree turn: God has changed my life completely. Now I’m in great relationship with my parents and family. I have a home, a career, I sleep well, and I’m free from alcoholism and smoking. I even received a second chance in life and remarried my beautiful wife, Jakerra, and have a step-son, Amari.

I’m a published poet and the author of Blood on Paper and Pain Living in My Pen . I use my stories and poetry to change lives.
If anybody reading this doesn’t know Jesus, please get to know him for yourself.

Wickedness In The Church

After being hurt by the world and exhausting all your opinions, for many, going to church seems to be the ultimate answer. This is where you’re loved, edified, saved, restored and taught the word of God; you’re not expecting anyone to hurt you. But, what happens when you run to the church for help and they treat you just as bad as those of the world consumed by their sins (judging you, looking down at you, talking negative of you, walking with their nose up high, etc). What should one do? How should you handle it?

One thing I never understood is how someone so close to God (or claiming to be close to God) can hurt and offend someone who’s seeking help, guidance and strength from the Lord. How can someone say their saved and call themselves a Christian yet bash someone entering the church wanting deliverance from their sins? Or how can someone treat another as though their less than human or as though there better than the rest? Have those bashing others forgotten that they too were born of sin and walked a life filled with sin and other things that were and are in opposition of Christ? Have those consumed by their titles forgotten that come judgment day, titles aren’t going to get you into heaven? Though this is a sensitive topic, this is something that’s happening in many churches and its drawing people away from God and causing people to tote a negative connotation on what it means to be a Christian.

Need an example, here are two of them. While working on 2 PraiseGod today, I read a response to a testimony someone gave and an excerpt of that comment referred to the people of God as, “oh-so-awesome-and-totally-perfect Christians who think they are above everyone”. A few days ago, I was browsing the net, I ran into an interesting quote and it read;

“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” – Gandhi.

The sad part about this is that the “oh-so-perfect Christian” comment came from an individual who once went to church but doesn’t anymore. In regards to Gandhi, Gandhi wasn’t a Christian; his beliefs were Hinduism YET there’s still something about Jesus Christ that captures his attention although not being able to say the same about the followers of Christ. Though there are only two examples provided to illustrate my point, these quotes speak on behalf of many individuals (in terms of thousands if not millions of people). So what does that say about us (Christians)? What does this say about our relationship with one another? What are we doing to draw people into the church and not out of the church? What are we doing to show the love of Christ to others? Are we condemning? Are we judging? What are we doing?

To be honest with you, this blog entry is something I delayed in writing because I wasn’t sure how to confront it or how it would be perceived but it’s something that needs to be addressed. I’ve experienced and have witness others experience hurt by the people of God; having to deal with the judgment and opinions of others although the Bible makes it clear not to cast the first stone unless you are without sin. Please understand that my objective isn’t to offend anyone and if I have please do accept my sincere apology. However, this sensitive topic happens often yet is kept in the dark. Because of this, my assignment for today is to expose and to give encouragement to those who are dealing or have dealt with this hurt in some way shape or form.

To those who have dealt with the hurt, I understand how you feel. I too wanted to walk away from the church and isolate myself. I thought of all places, church should be the last place where I’ll be hurt. However, just when I had that thought, I was reminded, who am I going to church for? Is it for the sake of people or is it to increase my spiritual walk with Christ and be edified.

Understand that people (including church leaders) are fallible; as their not perfect; they too fall short from the glory of God, as we all do including myself. Although it’s easy to run away from God, a church or to form an opinion about the body of Christ from the pain caused by people, I encourage you not to give up. Don’t let others stop you from getting all that the Lord has in store for you. God wants to do new things in your life and has assigned you to do mighty things to the glory of His name. It’s the devil’s job to stop you from doing the work of the Lord and to tear you down. One of the many ways the devil goes about doing this is using people who’s close to you, and sad to say, this includes family members, friends and even the people who make up the church body. How so? Well the Bible lets us know in Ephesians 6:12 that “we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” The part I want to focus on is where it says, “…against spiritual wickedness in high places.” Please understand that spiritual wickedness in high places includes (but isn’t limited to) spiritual wickedness operating through church leaders, pastors, ministers, clergies, pastoral assistances, etc. This is why we have pastors who teach one thing but are hypocrites to the sermon they preach; this is why you’ll hear on the news that a trustee was guilty of stealing money from the church or a church leader molesting a child and etc; because there’s “spiritual wickedness in high places.”

In addition, using the same scripture (Ephesians 6:12), when someone hurts you, understand that your battle isn’t against “flesh and blood” but against “principalities, against powers [and] against the rulers of the darkness of this world.” Theses evil spirits (demons) who are given their assignment from the devil are out to steal, kill and destroy you. What better way to go about doing this than to use the people who are the closest to you – pastors, ministers, church leaders, family, friends, etc? Honestly, it would make the most sense to do so. If I wanted to detour you away from God, this would be the most strategic move. It would place you in a stage of vulnerability and put control in my hands because I know If I sent an evil spirit to operate through someone close to you, its effectiveness to throw you off track away from God would be incredibly high. This is why we’re told to put on the WHOLE armor of God so that we may be able to stand against the wilds (strategies) of the devil (Ephesians 6:11).

What should I do?

When others accuse, belittle, degrade, lie, mistreats and hurts you, don’t resent or hold grudges against the person(s) offending you. Instead, pray for them. I know praying for a person whose hurt you can be difficult but it’s the start of restoration and healing. When you pray, ask the Lord to speak to their heart and to give them a spirit that’s of Him – love, peace, joy, etc. Also pray for a spirit of unity. Remember that praying not only helps the person(s) you’re praying for but it also helps to strengthen your walk with Christ as well.

In addition to praying, forgive. Don’t seek revenge or wish harmful things against anyone no matter how much they’ve offended you. Do not say, “I [will] pay them back for what they’ve done to me! I’ll get even with them! (Proverbs 24:29)” “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord” (Romans 12:19). God will handle those who are harming and coming against His people. In the mean time, forgive and if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive, ask the Lord to give you a forgiving spirit and He will. Choosing to forgive a person is a conscious decision you must make regardless of how you feel. Choosing not to forgive will hold you attached to that person with the chains of bondage; set yourself free by forgiving. I encourage you to read about
Forgiving Others as it will go into further detail about forgiving and the affect of choosing not to do so.

Be mighty in the Lord and know that you are more than a conqueror. When you face opposition doing the good work of the Lord, they’re not coming against you, but rather the spirit of Christ that’s within you. Don’t be weary in well doing, give up or throw in the towel. God says in His word that every tongue that rises up against you in judgment, you shall condemn (Isaiah 54:17). Again, I encourage you to be mighty in the Lord and be stead fast on him. When faced with opposition, pray and forgive those who have come against you and God will handle it from there.

I encourage and exhort those offending others to seek the Lords face and ask him to renew within you a right spirit. The Word of God says, “if anyone says, “I love God,” yet hates his brother, he is a liar.

For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother” (1 John 4:19-21). Loving your brothers and sisters in Christ doesn’t consist of hurting or offending them; neither does it consist of hurting those who are poor or unfortunate. Remember, what you’ve done to the least, you’ve done to Christ. The Bible speaks against walking around thinking highly of ourselves and encourages being a servant to others. God showed us how to be a servant when Jesus himself washed his disciple’s feet which was strictly a job left for a servant.

How humbling is this? Jesus himself, the messiah, going down on his knees setting an example on how to serve others.
If you’ve offended someone, please go to that person and ask for their forgiveness and make whats wrong right. In the Lord’s house, there should be peace and unity, not disfunction and wickedness.

You and I will be held accountable for every word and action we say and do; let’s make sure we’re speaking life and blessings into people’s lives and not death, poverty and brokenness. Let us be Kingdom Builders of the Lord and nothing else. The devil himself is out to destroy the people of God, let’s not be contributors of this devious plan by destroying one another.

From a concerned source