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| First off I am a fellow believer. My name is David and this is the way that GOD changed my life. I used to live my life for drugs. I didn't have anything else to fill the hole i felt inside me. Sure, my parents had told me about JESUS and salvation but I figured I didnt need any quick fix GOD in my life. Well I started doing all kind a things. I hurt people, lied for the heck of it, robbed people, slept with whatever girl would have me, went from job to job, and generaly did not care. I didn't like myself much, but I survived. Anyways I started going to jail... a lot. I still didnt want GOD. Igot put on probation, failed, and went back to jail. This last time I went I decided enough was enough, and that there has to be more to life than survival. I started reading the bible that I borrowed from the guy next door. I got almost all the way through it (I started at Gen.) and he started complaining that I was using it to much, so I decided to try to get one of my own.I asked the chaplin at the unit I was in for a bible, but he said they were out. This I when I decided to pray. I figured if GOD cared about me he would send me a bible so that I could learn more. Well, I prayed and the next day a new trusty showed up. The guy on the other side of me asked him for a bible, so the trusty left and came back with about 4-5 of them and I asked for one. It didnt immediately occur to me that my prayer had been answered. When I figured it out I started reading even more than what I had. I had trouble at first because it was an old english King James Version, but I prayed for understanding. It didn't get easier all of the sudden, but gradualy I started to understand what I was reading. I learned about sin. GOD showed me that anything that we do that is not according to or alligned with HIS will is sin. I was also shown that all gifts come from heaven, and how GOD uses everything (even our mistakes) to glorify HIS name. I then learned about salvation. I learned that JESUS was the only ONE who never sinned because everything HE did was for GOD, and that HE was GODs only begotten SON who was with GOD from the very beginning. I learned how HE came to Earth to show us who GOD is and how we should live. I also learned how HE bore the wrath of GOD by dying on the cross, even though HE was completely sinnless so that we would not have to pay the price for our own sin. I learned that GOD loved us, and still loves us, and that that love will never change no matter what we do. I also learned that all we have to do is accept the gift of salvation (the act of CHRIST who was sent from GOD for this purpose) and we could live with GOD for all eternity. I realized that GOD is not a quick fix GOD, but ONE who loves us very dearly. So I decided to pray again. This time I asked GOD to take away all my sin. To forgive me for all the evil selfish things I had done,and to give me a new spirit and a pure heart like HE promises. I told HIM how sorry I was for everything I had done to HIM and everyone else. I told HIM that I believed in HIS SON JESUS, that JESUS came to Earth to pay the price for all that I had done. After I got done praying I felt all that hate and misery fall away, and a peace greater than I had ever known.I couldn't stop from crying (picture a man in prison crying like a little kid). Anyways I kept reading. I started telling others about GOD and salvation. A lot of people started coming to me for help! I told them everything GOD showed me and helped them read (most people couldn't understand the KJV so I helped them interpret it with GODs help). Anyways that went on for a while, but one day I was called into the nurse on sick call. She told me that the blood test I took when I first got there came back and that I had hepitis c which cannot be cured. I was really shocked at first, then really depressed, but eventualy I figured GOD had a plan. Well after a good while, and a lot of work helping others come to GOD, I finaly got released. I made it all the way back home, and I decided to go to the doctor to see about treatment for the hep c. I took another blood test, and a few weeks later, he called me back and said that the pen must have been mistaken. I could barely even speak. I hung up and praised GOD because I knew that he had healed me. I still face a lot of things, but now I have a friend in JESUS to help me through my hardship. I hope you find the peace and love that has made my life complete. |
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| MY TESTIMONY Timothy Sean Wilder It was the first weekend of August 2003. I was at Lake Cumberland (in the southeastern part of Kentucky) where I met one of my closest friends and his wife, as well as a couple of their friends for a weekend of boating and camping on the lake. My wife Karen was at home with our three week old daughter Caroline, as well as our daughter Lauren (four) and our son ‘Liam (two). I made the trip alone because Caroline was too young to travel or to be left alone with relatives. I drove our small Winnebago RV and was pulling our boat as well. We had a wonderful weekend and I set out for home Sunday afternoon. Less than 25 miles into my drive home, the RV threw off the cooling fan and destroyed the radiator. I was stranded on the side of the highway about 10 miles from Somerset, Kentucky, in my RV with the boat in tow. After contacting the company I had insured my boat through, they were able to contact a towing company in Somerset who was affiliated with their services and I was towed to their shop in Somerset. While all of this was a minor disaster, I was still very fortunate in that I had the RV to stay in. I was also very fortunate in that I had just filled the water holding tank and emptied the sewage holding tanks. I had plenty of water for showering and cooking etc. I also had a full tank of gas, which would power the generator for several days. I had electric power, air conditioning, a stocked refrigerator, and satellite TV. While I was stuck parked across the street from Candido’s towing and service shop in the small town of Somerset, with no other transportation, it could have been worse. The next morning was Monday and the mechanic was able to assess the damage. The RV would need a new radiator and probably a new water pump. This was going to require a lot of labor, and the parts were not readily available in Somerset. After calling around to some suppliers, it looked like it was going to take a few days to get the parts needed for the job. In the mean time, I called Enterprise, the only local rental car company in town, and they had no cars available to rent. The shop was able to take the radiator to a local shop that could re-core it. It would be as good as a new one and we would get it back on Tuesday. The hope was then that I would be fixed up and on the road Wednesday afternoon. To make things even better, one of the guys at the shop offered to pull my boat to the lake Tuesday so I wouldn’t have to waste the day sitting in the RV. The next day around noon, I unhooked the boat trailer from the RV and attempted to push it away from the motor home to make it easier to hook up when I could get a ride to the lake. There was an older man across the street in front of the shop noticing what I was trying to do. He had been at the shop a couple times in the past few days and shouted some friendly joking words when he saw me cleaning my boat. He made his way across the street and attempted to help me move the boat. I later found out that this was Joe Candido, a small Italian man and the retired father of the shop owner. He had started the business his son now ran years ago after moving to Somerset from New Jersey. It was very hot that day and we sat down for a bit to take a breather. It was then that he asked me how my “appointment” was. “My appointment”, I asked. I was not at all sure what he meant. He went on to ask me how old I was. He said, “most people at your age don’t think about things like cancer or dying.” I was still confused. I did inform him however that I was not like “most” people in that I had barely survived a life threatening illness about four years ago, and that my father had died of cancer at the ripe old age of thirty five. It was then that he clarified himself and asked me if I was a Christian. It was then that I understood where he was going…I thought. I went on to answer like most people with a Christian upbringing would have. “Yes I believe in Jesus and I pray all the time. I was raised as a Catholic, but don’t find myself in tune much with religion these days due to the hypocrisy and politics that seem to be present with most of them. My relationship with God was of a more personal nature”, I explained. “ I pray somewhat regularly, although I haven’t read the Bible in a while.” He went on to ask me if I was born again, if I was totally devoted to Jesus Christ, and if I read the word on a daily basis. “What you do is like tipping the janitor or a waiter in a restaurant”, he said, “everyone prays when times or hard or they need God to clean up their mess .So you throw him a bone every once in a while.” That’s when I tried to give him a little background on me and where I was with Jesus. This was a little difficult in that we were both the kind of people who liked to talk, and he already knew the answers to his questions. Eventually, however, I was able to tell him about some of my experiences with people I knew who were sincerely devoted to Jesus Christ. First there was Al Dayton, a business associate (who is in fact a direct competitor of mine). Knowing of my illness several years ago, Al and I had met for lunch to discuss his faith and my current status with Jesus. Admittedly, I was dreading the meeting, feeling that I would be preached to and would feel uncomfortable. As it turned out, however, we talked for several hours and Al gave me some very helpful information. He stressed how important it was to act now. He also pointed me to what type of Bible to get and suggested where I might start. This was very helpful to me at the time and I did begin to read some of the word and think more about what I knew I should be doing with my life, but had never consistently done. As time went on, however, I stopped reading the Bible and returned to my normal routine, which did not involve Jesus Christ for the most part. Occasionally, I would read the Bible for a little while out of guilt and, as Joe put it, “tip the janitor and throw God a bone.” Another was Andy King, a good friend and fraternity brother of mine from college, who was also devoted to the word and to Jesus Christ. We had some discussions about what was the true way to heaven and which religion or belief was indeed correct. At the time, I was like many so called Christians who have been persuaded to believe that spirituality was universal and none of us could be sure what was truly right or wrong. This was very similar to a conversation I had with another friend of mine, Phil Nicholas, who is also a devout Christian. Looking back now, it is easy to see why they were so frustrated with my refusal to see the truth. It has become very appealing in our day and time to be “open-minded” and “non-judgmental” of other faiths, beliefs, and lifestyles. It’s such an easy and lazy thing to do. I think its just human nature to take the easiest route. The next time I seriously pondered the question of “what is the true way to the Kingdom of God” was earlier this summer when my aforementioned friend, Phil Nicholas, was in Indianapolis to be married. Phil was a former roommate of mine and also was friends with my older brother Jeff during high school and college. Although we had not spoke for nearly a year, he invited Jeff and I to his wedding and dinner the night before. During the whole affair, I met and observed many of Phil’s closest friends who were in attendance. I had never met most of them before. Theirs was a bond so true and rooted in their belief in Jesus Christ that one could not help but feel envious. They all were so sincere and happy. This is what again brought into my mind a question that I had to date never been able to answer: What is it that makes a normal, decent everyday person see the true light…be born again…and become totally committed to Jesus Christ??? With this question still unanswered and burning in my head, I asked Joe Candido. This is when the witty and bold retired Italian man, who started a conversation out of the blue on the streets of Somerset, Kentucky with a total stranger, hit the nail right on the head for me. He made it personal. I’ve always had a vivid imagination, reading about King Arthur and other fairy tales as a child, watching movies and dreaming. The Bible and its stories, including the life of Jesus, had also always been a sort of distant fairy tale for me. It never seemed to have much to do directly with me. Indeed even today, many of us are aware of tragedies such as 911 and the cruel and inhumane treatment of people all around the world, but we seldom feel so affected as those who have witnessed, experienced, or been touched directly by such people or events. Joe went about it a different way. He gave me a small booklet containing scripture from John and Romans. He asked me to read some of the highlighted verses, but to replace phrases like “man, men, or all men” with my name. “For God so loved Tim, that he gave his only begotten Son, that if Tim believeth in Him he should not perish, but have everlasting life.” This made the scripture seem so much more relevant and personal. We read several more verses from John and Romans. After that I explained to Joe that I at this point in my life I did not yet feel worthy, and somehow knew I didn’t have the strength and commitment to give up all the “sinful” things in my life. There’s no way I could make such a commitment and live the rest of my life “sin-free”. He then quoted Romans and John saying, “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;” “For God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved.” “There is no reason to delay”, Joe said, “You never know when your time here is over and it will be too late.” Joe then went on to tell me that there are two keys to being born again…two things that you must be willing to give up and Jesus will take over from there. PRIDE and CONTROL. If you can surrender these and make the word of God part of your daily diet, Jesus will come into your heart and everything will fall into place. He then quoted Romans again saying, “That if Tim shall confess with his mouth the Lord Jesus, and shall believe in his heart that God hath raised him from the dead, Tim shall be saved. For with the heart Tim believeth unto righteousness; and with his mouth confession is made unto salvation. For whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.” After a brief silence, he asked me point blank, “Are you ready to be born again?” I thought about it long and hard. Why was I even hesitant? For all the reasons I mentioned before and perhaps then some. But after my brief pause I said, “Yes!” I then confessed to God with Joe as my witness. I also prayed that he forgive me for the disrespect I have shown him by praying only when I needed Him, and for asking him to give me some kind of sign so that my faith might be strengthened, when I had not yet made any real commitment to Him. It seemed so easy after I had done it, like a burden was lifted off my shoulders, but it had taken my entire life to arrive at that moment. Joe told me that when God knows that you are ready in your heart to accept Jesus, he will send someone calling. It took a little while to sink in as my ride to the lake showed up. As it turned out, he was busy and could not pick me up earlier anyway. I spent the day on the lake in deep thought and a sort of daze. The next day I read John over again, but this time it had a completely different meaning. I felt as if I was there among the people and disciples, and Jesus was talking directly to me. What a completely different way to read the word of God. The meaning became clear to me for the first time. I have always believed that everything happens for a reason. Now I know why everything fell into place that day and week of my life. Since then, my excitement has not faded and left me like I had feared. Instead, it has increased with each passing day. I know I have just begun a new life in Christ, and that I will never see things quite the same again. Over time I will continue to grow and understand God’s word more completely. This is just the beginning. My thanks to Joe, Al, Andy, Phil and the rest of you Sons of God will be that in my days to come, I too will play a key part in helping others become washed in the blood of Jesus Christ and enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Thank you so much for your faith in me, and your sincere concern and patience. I will never forget it. God Bless You, Tim Wilder Reborn unto Jesus Christ, August 5th, 2003 |
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| Testimony #2.......David |
| God has forgotten my past so I'm doing my best to do the same...I once was lost and now am found...that's my testimony!! Sarah Coller Pendleton, OR |
| Testimony #3.......Sarah |
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| The Road that Leads to Life How I came to find true peace... I was born in America to Pakistani parents. As children, we were taught that Islam was the only true religion and that we were blessed because we knew this truth. Jews and Christians had received only a partial truth, which was then corrupted. Hindus were deceived into worshipping idols of wood and stone. We were taught about the life of the Prophet Muhammad and about the Five Pillars of Islam. As a young girl, I was the most zealous of the children and actively read books about Muhammad and Islam. I shared and defended my faith among my grade-school classmates, often standing out as the only Muslim among Christians. I told my whole class about how Cassius Clay had converted to Islam and become Muhammad Ali. I carried my Koran and books on Muhammad when traveling with my parents. I tried to emulate Muhammad in every way, from his eating and drinking habits to his practice of always trying to face East. I prayed and fasted from age 9, reading my Koran all the way through every Ramadan. I even debated a 3rd-grade Christian, asking her how she could possibly believe that God had a son, and how she could worship a man who was just a prophet? She told me, "well, I guess I won't see you in heaven then!" I answered, "I guess not." Despite all these efforts, I was always depressed, always down and had low self-esteem. I thought myself to be very ugly and sinful. No matter what I tried to do, from good works to dressing nicely, I always felt lonely and like an outcast. Yes, I had friends; but inside was so much pain. I cried myself to sleep many a night, and pleaded with Allah on my knees, my Koran open, trying to find peace through the words. Instead, I saw a cold and distant Allah. Sometimes I fantasized about paradise as described in the Koran: reclining on couches of silk and wearing fine clothes and bangles; drinking pure water from fountains; being waited on by virgins...well, that part never made much sense to me. I wondered if this Paradise could give me peace. In the middle of my dreaming, cold reality would hit me: I will never go there. I will never be good enough. I imagined Hell as described in the Koran, with its ceiling dripping with molten brass and boiling drinks. Nevertheless, I continued reading the Koran, fasting, and praying. As I grew older, I began to understand the Koran a little better. One day, I was reading Sura 4, Women in my room. I was 14 years old at the time. I read about a wife's inheritance compared to her husband and children. I read about the permission God gave men to marry four wives. Nothing new, so far; I knew that this was written during times of war, when men would die and leave their wives and children as widows and orphans. But the following passage jumped out at me for the first time: "As for those from whom you fear disobedience, admonish them and send them to beds apart and beat them." (Sura 4:34, Dawood) Stunned, I read and reread the passage. I ran downstairs to my father and showed him the passage, crying. "How could God say this?" I demanded. "How could he tell men to beat their wives?" My father couldn't believe what he read, but had no explanation. He chuckled uncomfortably. I went back upstairs, distraught. Somehow, I calmed myself and believed that God would show me the reason for this, someday. As time progressed, I became more depressed and sometimes even suicidal. Sometimes, I couldn't find a reason to live. To relieve the pain, I involved myself in music, politics, and boys. (Of course, I hid the part about the boys from my parents.) I was successful in high school as a musician, but I would be tormented inside because I never felt that I could ever be good enough at it. I became very interested in the Middle East situation and even wrote an article that was published in a Muslim newspaper. I had numerous crushes on several young men, fantasizing about being loved and cherished as a young woman. However, none of the scenarios ever came into being. I dated one young man, a Christian, for 3 1/2 years towards the end of high school. I would actively assure him that I was a Muslim and could never become a Christian. He never argued with me, just cared for me. All these things failed to give me anything but temporary relief from my despair. When the time came for me to go to college, I was determined to "start over" and find the truth about God. As I unpacked my belongings in my college dormitory room, I decided that I should take a class on Islam. I met a girl in my dorm who was a Muslim, and I told her about my concerns about Islam and women. She didn't have an answer either, and was quite puzzled by the passage I mentioned earlier. I told her about my plans to take the class. Sure enough, a class was being offered the very first semester! I was quite excited, confident that my worries would be put to rest soon. As the course began, I was happy to read excerpts from the Koran and the Hadiths, since this was all familiar territory. Even more exciting was to learn about the life of Mohammed and the history of Islam's beginnings. Some sources were written by British colonists, and were clearly biased. I decided to focus on the Hadiths and the history books written by Muslim scholars. My excitement turned to dismay as the class progressed. I read about the offensive wars and the bloody conquests made to spread Islam. I turned page after page to read about Muslim attitudes towards "infidels," Christians and Jews who would not convert to Islam. The Massacre of the Qurayza Jews affected me the most. Dear reader, I urge you to read for yourself the account of this battle (Ibn Hisham: The Prophet's Biography; vol. 2 pages 40-41). I wrestled inside, thinking, "but Islam means peace! How can this be?" Dismay turned to confusion, and confusion to betrayal as I read further, about the life of Muhammad. Although I knew men could have a maximum of four wives, I didn't realize that Muhammad had special privileges, including unlimited concubines. I read about Aisha, his nine-year-old bride. I learned about the "deficiency of a woman's mind" as narrated by Al-Bukhari. I also found out that the majority of people in Hell were women, according to the same source. Again, I wondered where was the Muhammad that I had been taught: the Holy Prophet, who dressed in white and reverenced his mother. One day, I could not read anymore, because I could not stop the tears from falling. I gathered my books, thinking that if this was who God was, I could not worship him. But it was a fleeting thought. I knew inside that God existed. This God was just not revealed through Muhammad. As I left the library that day, I sensed God looking down at me from above. I felt a strange peace as I forsook Islam that day...as if God was waiting for me to find out who He was. I decided to search for the truth in other religions. In a big university, there is no want for religious diversity. I spoke with Hindus, Jews, and Catholics alike, trying to understand their beliefs and searching for something that made sense to me. I even met a Buddhist girl who had converted to the Ba'hai faith. I was interested: what made her convert? She explained to me about the emptiness of Buddhism, and how Ba'hais believe that all religions at one point had been revealed by God but were corrupted by man. "This sounds good," I thought. I agreed to visit a Ba'hai temple with her and I started to read about the Ba'hai faith. Somehow, when I went to the temple service, I felt emptiness. Then I learned some parables about their prophet, Bahaullah that really disturbed me. I knew that the truth wasn't here, and I began to grow weary and frustrated with searching. A Catholic friend had given me a Bible. I started reading it from Genesis but I was discouraged by its length. Christmas break was coming, so I decided to take it with me to read on vacation to Pakistan. (I had the Bible with me the entire time, but thankfully, no one found it. I had no idea at the time what the consequences might be for having a Bible there.) Our plane made a stop in Saudi Arabia. As we were pulling into the terminal, I caught a glimpse of the Saudi Air emblem: Two single-edged swords, and a shield. I remembered words of Muhammad that I had read in my class on Islam: "the power is with the sword." I watched as young soldiers searched our plane for liquor and narcotics. After reaching Pakistan, I was moved by the graffiti I saw on the city walls, reading, "Oh God show us your miracles," and "Inshallah we shall be saved." I was grieved by the street children, the beggars and the lepers, lining the sidewalks. I was also deeply touched by the love of my extended family towards me. I didn't know whether they knew the truth about Islam, and if so, how they could believe in it. My uncle tried to explain to me about the rights of women in Islam, but I remained unconvinced. Instead, I came back profoundly affected by the sadness and despair of my country. I returned the Bible to my friend. Late one night, I told another friend about my depression and my inability to see meaning in life. He asked me if I believed in anything. I told him that I believed in God, the prophets, and that if I was good I would go to Heaven and bad I would go to Hell. He asked me, "well, do you basically think that you have been good all your life?" I answered that I hadn't killed anyone or committed adultery. He said, "so don't worry about it! You'll go to Heaven." Obviously, I was very confused. I asked him how that could be, how could I go to Heaven. He asked me if I had ever read the New Testament. I replied that I had not. He asked me if I wanted to read it, and I did. As we opened the Bible to the Gospel of Matthew, I felt an enormous peace come over me -- the same peace that I had felt that day when I had left the library. I knew that the answers lay within. Today, I know that this peace was that which was spoken of in the Letter to the Philippians: "the peace of God, which transcends all understanding" (Philippians 4:7). We read aloud the first twelve chapters of Matthew. I felt enormously secure, as if God Himself was in the room with me, holding me. The words of Christ filled my dry and parched soul like refreshing water. The way that He spoke was with such authority! One passage made a particular impression on me: when Christ was being tempted in the desert by Satan. Satan told Jesus to throw himself down from roof of the temple. Jesus answered, "Do not put the Lord your God to the test" (Matthew 4:5-7) It was at that moment that I understood: Jesus is the Lord your God! Suddenly, thoughts began to run through my mind such as, "God can do anything. If He wants to come to earth in the form of a man, He can!" Could this man be the same Messiah that was spoken of in the Koran, the babe who uttered, "I am the slave of Allah" (Sura 19:32)? I didn't think so. From that night onwards, I had a hunger to read the Bible. I read the Bible all the time. Another close friend bought me my own Bible. I dissected every sentence, every word to try to find fault with it. I brought my questions to several classmates whom I knew to be Christian. They answered me as best as they could. More important than their answers, though, was the love that I saw expressed in them, towards me. One of my friends, Cathy, didn't even know that I wasn't a Christian. Because I had a Bible, she assumed that I was a Christian. One night, I was very worried about an exam we had the next day. I left a note on her door, asking her to stop by. When she came to my room, she approached me, knelt down beside my chair, and took my hand in hers. She said, "Don't worry...He died for you." When she spoke those words, my heart cried out inside. I had never heard those words before in my life. Someone would die for me? That entire night, I thought about those words, which filled me with a love I had never known. My Christian friends told me about an event which was coming up, where a man named Cliffe Knechtle was coming to speak on campus. They encouraged me to attend, since he specialized in answering questions about Christianity. After the meeting, one of my friends introduced me to Cliffe. I told him my story, about how I was searching for the truth and for answers. He sat down with me for an hour and a half, just listening to me and answering my questions. He was so kind and gentle and honest. I went home that night, knowing that I had all the answers that I needed. I needed only to make a decision, to believe, or not to believe. I decided that I could ask anyone questions -- but if Christianity was real, God Himself would have to show me. One night, alone in my dorm room, I decided to pray to Jesus for the very first time. I awkwardly said: "Jesus, I don't know who you are. I don't know if you're a prophet; I don't know if you are the Lord. I don't know if you're dead, or if you're alive. But if you are alive, and if you are Lord, then please show me." God answers prayers, my friends! "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you" (Matthew 7:7). Two days later, I received a letter in my mailbox from an old high school friend -- an atheist. In this letter, he told me that he had become a Christian! He wrote: "I don't know why I am writing you this. All I know is that I must tell you to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved!" I almost fell over, the words jumped out at me so strongly. Later, I found out that he had written that letter at the exact same time that I had prayed -- that he had sense of urgency, to tell this to someone. It just happened to be me. In April of 1989, I made the decision to believe and gave my life to the Lord Jesus Christ. The Word of God says, "small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life" (Matthew 7:14). Understanding the fullness of Christ's atoning death on the cross took many years for me, especially since I was raised believing in the Muslim concept of the "scales." The truth of the matter is that, as a Muslim, I knew that I wasn't going to Heaven. No one can enter Heaven without the atoning blood of Jesus Christ. "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me" (John 3:21). |
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| God Answered Me! This story is a true account of a testimony in the life of one person searching for God. Hello and God bless you. My name is Amal and I testify that what you are about to read is all true and correct to the best of my knowledge as God Himself is my witness. My prayer is that God will speak to your heart and use this testimony to bless you in a special way in your life. Basically I grew up in a strict Moslem home. My father is Palestinian from Israel. My mother is from Brazil. She was Catholic. My father met my mother in Brazil while away from his homeland on a trip. They got married and my mother converted from Catholic to Islam. Like most people who come to the states, they both traveled to the USA in search of a better living. They settled in Los Angeles where I was born less than a year later. I believed everything I was taught about Islam and felt our religion was superior to all religions of the world. Though, as I grew older some of the teachings of Islam began to bother me, like the dress code of being all covered up. I could never figure out why I had to wear long sleeves. I mean how much can a man be stumbled by my elbow? Then there were the ritual prayers. I didn't like saying the same thing over and over. It felt so strange like a kind of alienation towards God. I was taught that if you prayed in the Arabic language God would hear it even more, but I couldn't speak the language and felt left out. I tried writing out the Arabic prayers in English, but still something was missing. I wanted to pray from my heart, not from words that were not mine. Other teachings bothered me also like abstaining from certain foods, but the one that got me most was the - many wives in heaven - theory. I asked my dad if I was going to heaven and he couldn't answer me. He was quiet about it. As a teenager I thought "I don't want to be in heaven in some strange man's harem...just the thought gave me shivers up my spine. No, I definitely knew for sure I did not want to go to "that heaven" at all. In 1981 at the young age of eighteen, I made the decision to marry my first cousin in order to please my family. I was always wanting to please my family, especially my father. I had never attended a high school dance nor had I ever dated anyone because it was against my fathers' wishes. Yet two months out of high school I was married. To my dismay not even this action seemed to please my father. In 1985 I enrolled in college against my husbands and my fathers wishes. They felt that I should be home in the kitchen "where a woman belongs" . With the agreement that I was to maintain all my "wifely" duties at home, I was allowed to continue college. I had become pregnant with my first and only child. I had a precious baby boy. It was probably the biggest struggle of my life but, I managed to complete my tasks at home, maintained an honor roll status and won two awards at school, became a new mother, and finally graduated college. As I look back I now know that I had done it all for my fathers approval, yet still this did not seem to please him either. It was 1991 when I was away on a business trip with my husband. He had started this business of selling clothing at state fairs. My husband, me and our friend, whom I'll call "John" to maintain his privacy, had traveled through different states. We slept in hotels, and worked 16-18 hour days. Oklahoma was our next stop. We had a fourteen hour drive ahead of us and we had to leave in a hurry to make it there in time to set up for the state fair. I wanted to take something to read on this long drive, except I didn't have anything with me and we had no time to stop at the convenience store. Instead of being bored for 14 hours, I decided to take a brown Bible that was sitting on the night-stand of the hotel room we were staying at. When I was approaching the door to leave, my friend John, a catholic, stopped me and said "Amal you've never stolen a thing in your life and now your going to start with a Bible? You can't do that! Are you O.K. ?" I laughed at him "Oh John," I said "It's just a bible it's not like someone's going to miss it. No one really reads these things, and anyway I'm just borrowing it. I will mail it back." Then John said "Hey I thought you were a Moslem, why do you want to read the bible all of a sudden?" I replied "Well, I'm just curious about what it says and besides, there's nothing else to read on this trip." With that we all hopped into the truck and started the long drive. While in the truck for about an hour I soon became bored. I was sitting on a small stool in-between John, who was driving and my husband, who was sitting in the passenger seat. I was staring in awe at the array of colors the setting sun was casting against the clouds in the sky. At the same time I began singing a song I remembered as a child... "Glory, glory hallelujah, glory, glory hallelujah, glory, glory hallelujah." and then I stopped because I couldn't remember the rest of the song. We were passing through a scene that I gave thanks to God for creating. Once again I sang those words again having no clue what they meant but somehow knew it was exalting God for his creation. With the frustration of not being able to recall the rest of this song's lyrics, I asked "God teach me a new song to sing to you." I looked into the clouds thinking surely He'll answer me, but alas I heard no thundering voice coming through the clouds as I imagined this is how God would speak. All of a sudden, I thought to myself how silly I am while remembering I was taught, "God speaks to no one". I looked down at the bible I brought that was sitting on my lap and opened it. I had decided I would read whatever page I opened to. This is what I read: Psalm 108 A Song or Psalm of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will sing and give praise, even with my glory. [2] Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early. [3] I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: and I will sing praises unto thee among the nations. [4] For thy mercy is great above the heavens: and thy truth reacheth unto the clouds. [5] Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: and thy glory above all the earth; [6] That thy beloved may be delivered: save with thy right hand, and answer me. [7] God hath spoken in his holiness; I will rejoice, I will divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth. [8] Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is the strength of mine head; Judah is my lawgiver; [9] Moab is my washpot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe; over Philistia will I triumph. [10] Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom? [11] Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our hosts? [12] Give us help from trouble: for vain is the help of man. [13] Through God we shall do valiantly: for he it is that shall tread down our enemies. It was so odd, but I felt that somehow God was speaking to me through what I read. Out of curiosity I looked at the page number I was reading, it read "666". Whoa! I shut that book so fast remembering all the teachings of satan and his number, 666. "Is God trying to tell me this book is satanic?" I thought. After more pondering I came to the conclusion that all books with so many pages had to have that page number also. Feeling terribly silly, I discarded the thought of the bible being satanic. A few days later in Oklahoma I was very sick with a bad flu. I was so dizzy and unable to walk that I stayed in the hotel room that day while my husband and John were working at the fair. I was alone and in bed in this dimly lit room. My thoughts began to wander and I began thinking of how miserable my life was. I was so unhappy. I missed my child because I hadn't seen him in a month. And here I was on this "so-called business trip". My husband was not a very sharp business fellow, he was always searching for that "pot of gold at the end of the rainbow", so to speak. I had calculated out that we were losing about $400.00 a day yet we were bound by state fair contracts. This and so many other problems in my life began to scream at me inside my head. I decided that if I went on thinking about my problems it would not be good for my health. With that thought, I grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. I was switching channels looking for a movie or some show that could get my mind off of my problems yet, it was too late. I began crying and in anger threw down the remote control on the bed and the TV switched channels by itself. I didn't know what channel it had landed on because my eyes were so full of tears. As I was crying I heard a voice of a man on the TV he was saying something about Jesus and immediately I thought "Oh great that's all I need now, one of those crazy Christian preachers on my TV set. In self pity I cried even more while this man kept talking. He said "Your feeling so confused because you've got so many problems" and in my crying state I agreed and said "yes I'm feeling so confused and I've got so many problems". Then he said "Your crying and your desperate." And I replied out loud "Yes I'm crying and desperate". It was that moment that I decided I wanted to see who was talking to me. So I sat up in bed and reached for a tissue to wipe my tears and focused on this man on TV. Then he shouted, "You just sat up!". I began to cry even more loudly while I put both my hands up to my face shaking my head left and right. "Yea I just sat up", I replied. Then he said "You just put your hands up to your face like this and your shaking your head like this" I gasped and quickly and intensely stared at the TV set as this man was imitating my exact action. I couldn't believe it, He was talking to me! Then he said very loud while pointing straight at me through the TV, "Woman Jesus is your answer! Come right now to the TV set right where your at !" Without even thinking twice I leaped from the bed, and ran to the TV set and knelt down in front of it. Mind you I couldn't walk prior to this though somehow I was able to almost fly all of a sudden. He said, "Quickly there's no time to waste, put your hand up to mine and repeat after me." He held his hand up with his palm towards me and asked that I put my hand up to his. As I pressed my hand against his hand on the TV screen he said, "Now repeat after me." He then began what I know today as "the sinners prayer". Somehow I knew deep within that this was the way to God. He began talking so fast while I was concentrating hard on the words... you see in Islam I was taught if I didn't say the prayer correctly God wouldn't honor it. As I began to repeat after him the best I could a strange blue neon colored light pierced through the very center of my palm that was pressed against the screen. This light went through my hand, up to my shoulder, to the top of my head and down to my feet but only on the right side of my body. It then shifted to the left side of my body. It felt like a type of soothing energy. This blue energy light then began to circle in an oval shape inside my body and began to grow outward spilling out into the dimly lit room. I was not frightened at all and knew this was good. The circle of light grew bigger and lighter in color until the whole room was filled with a brilliant white light. A feeling of love that I never knew overwhelmed me. I felt so safe, somehow I had become one with this light of love. I knew this was the closest I had ever been to God. When it was all over the man on TV said to call the number on the screen if I had said that prayer. I quickly picked up the phone and called. A dear sweet old lady answered the phone. She congratulated me on accepting Jesus into my heart. And I said "Oh thank you. I knew something good was going to happen today you see because it said so in my horoscope." She replied, "Now dearie... as Christians we don't read horoscopes." That was my first lesson. She said to me that God wants to give me gifts now that I'm a Christian and asked if I would like info on receiving these gifts. "Sure I would like that" I said while my mind pictured a pretty box with a ribbon on it. I didn't really know what she was talking about. Still I gave her my address to mail the info. I hung up the phone and sat on the bed thinking of all that had just happened. Was this real? What did just happen? Immediately God brought to my memory a day in my life two years prior. I remembered crying out in misery to God while kneeling on the floor of my living room at home. I remembered holding my fist up towards the ceiling and saying to God "Are you real? Why don't you answer me if your real? Why is my life so miserable? I want you and no one else to answer me because I just can't trust anyone anymore! I want to follow you but I don't want to waste my time in the wrong religion, I want to be sure. Answer me, please answer me!" God was reminding me of my questions to Him in such a vivid way it was like a movie screen in front of my eyes. Now I knew what had just happened. God Himself answered me in His own miraculous way. I don't know if the light I saw in that room that day was a vision or actually in the physical realm, but I do know that what I saw and heard was real and that I had finally met the one true God in a very special way. The next day I was back to work at the fair. Earlier, I found a blue bible in the hotel room that was exactly the same as the brown one from the previous hotel room. Secretly in my heart thinking blue would look better in my living room, I exchanged bibles. My mind was not on work, but rather on the bible and I had a strong desire to read like I never had experienced before. When my husband finally left the booth I took out the bible being so careful that he didn't see me. I then began to read Genesis. Wow! I was reading the same bible but it was different now, more powerful, more real! I loved it and kept reading even to the point that I forgot I was at work. All of a sudden a man's voice asked "What are you reading?" Startled, I looked up and realized my booth was filled with about a dozen people, yet I hadn't heard any of them come in. Shyly I held up the bible to the man and showed him the title on the cover and then I put the bible back down. Suddenly shame and fear filled my mind as I thought "Oh if my dad saw me reading this bible he would be so angry." Then the same man again asked with a big smile "Well, what are you reading?" Could this man not read I thought, what is his problem? In frustration I finally said out loud "The Holy Bible!" All of a sudden the other people in the booth began shouting in turn, "Glory to God", "Amen", "Praise the Lord", "Hallelujah!". I looked around the booth smiling back at these faces that seemed to be beaming with light and they all seemed to be so happy. I looked back at the man who asked me the question and asked "Are you all together?" "No, I'm just here with my wife" he said with a huge smile. Feeling so overwhelmed with all these customers all of a sudden, I quickly went around the booth asking if any of them needed help. No one needed any help, but each one in turn encouraged me to go sit and read the bible. They were all Christians! Then another man that stood beside me said, "You sure look like your enjoying what your reading" "Oh yes it's very good. Have you ever read this book? You really should." I said. "Yes I have read that book and it is very good" he replied. "Are you a Christian?" I asked. He smiled at me and replied "Yes, I am". "Oh", I said shyly "Are you with any of these other Christians here" "No", he replied. I stood up from my chair, "Really? Can you answer a question about Christianity" I asked. He looked at me grinning "Well he said I think I may be able to help you because that's what I do. You see I'm a minister and my father is a minister and my grandfather was a minister and my son is studying to become a minister. So you can feel safe to ask me a question about the bible." "Well", I said "I have this problem. You see yesterday I became a Christian and I kind of took this bible from the hotel and now I fear that God may be very angry with me for stealing." He chuckled and said "That's great that you've become a Christian but you have no problem because that there is a Gideon's bible and these people make bibles to put into hotel rooms for people like you to take. They are happy when they find a bible missing. And God is even happier that you are reading His Word." I was relieved and filled with joy that I could actually keep the blue bible. When they all had left I found that I sold more that hour than I had in any day during the month and it happened while reading God's Word. From that day on I never again was fearful or ashamed of reading the "Holy Bible". God had placed all these Christians who were all separate yet there in my booth at the same time that day to encourage me. Is it coincidence? No it's God! Back at home in California, I received that pamphlet in the mail with info of "How to receive gifts from God". I remembered the sweet old lady on the phone the day I became a Christian. It was evening time and I was alone in my bedroom. I took the pamphlet and began to read about the "gifts". The first gift was called the gift of tongues. It said pray that the lord will touch your vocal chords then wait. So I got on my knees next to my bed and prayed to God that he would touch my vocal chords. I then got back up sat on my bed and closed my eyes and waited. About 2-3 minutes later my mouth moved and made the shape of an "o" and I spoke the sound "O" then in turn my mouth began making other shapes and I would speak those sounds...the sounds repeated to form different words and the different words repeated and became sentences. I was speaking a language I had never heard in my life. It was fun. I looked at the pamphlet again and saw the next gift called "Interpretation". I prayed again and received that gift. Then came prophecy, and so on down the list. By the third day, the God that was so far away was now my best friend in the whole world. The very first thing I remember Him saying to me was "Amal I love you", I cried for 3 days after that because I was feeling so unworthy of his love. I couldn't understand why Jesus would die for me. I was not accustomed to this kind of love. One day in prayer I asked God who the Holy Spirit was. He answered very clearly "1 Corinthians 2: 12, 13, 14, 15, 16". I said "God, I don't understand" . He then repeated the same answer and told me to open my bible. I had never heard of this word "Corinthians" before and I wondered what all those numbers meant. But God knew me and knew that I would open to the table of contents. I soon found it and this is what I read: 1 Cor. 2:12-16 Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God. [13] Which things also we speak, not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost teacheth; comparing spiritual things with spiritual. [14] But the natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. [15] But he that is spiritual judgeth all things, yet he himself is judged of no man. [16] For who hath known the mind of the Lord, that he may instruct him? But we have the mind of Christ. After reading that I said to the Lord God "You mean the Holy Spirit is my teacher?" Then I heard very clearly "Yes" said the Lord. Oh was I overwhelmed with joy. Then I asked "Holy Spirit do you mean You will teach me this bible?" Once again the Lord God spoke "yes" He said. A feeling of warmth and joy overwhelmed me so much I thought I was going to burst. You see I wasn't allowed to go to church. My newly divorced father had disowned me, my brothers were ashamed of me and my husband persecuted me daily. I had Moslem relatives calling me daily, because they wanted to teach me Islam in a better way. Yet my heart was fixed and no one could ever tell me that what happened wasn't real. God does speak to us! God himself took care of me and every time I had a question, he told me where to look in the bible. This took place for three months. One day he instructed me to go get baptized at this local church in my community. So on the day of my baptism my friend "John", yes the same one that was in Oklahoma with me, asked to come. He said he never witnessed a "Christian baptism" before. While at the baptism, John was holding my towel and the Pastor mistook him for someone whom was there to get baptized. John told the Pastor that he was planning to get saved at the church service first. I stood there in shock at what I just heard come out of Johns mouth. Then right there he repeated the sinners prayer and was baptized also. I was so full of joy that my friend had found God. To this day I claim Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. And heaven, yes I want to be in heaven with Jesus where I will praise the best friend I will have ever had on earth. He is my Father God and it's Him whom I try to please today. It took two years for God to answer me and it was His perfect timing. You may have finished reading this just now and probably wonder if this is true. I assure you I wouldn't have wasted my time writing this if it were not. Jesus Christ is the answer, He is God! In Service to My Lord, Amal |
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| Why I became a Christian? By Nusrat Aman I was born in an orthodox Muslim family in Pakistan in 1958. I studied in Islamic missionary school and college administered by Ahmadiah Movement in Islam, Pakistan. During study in a very zealous Islamic missionary school and college, I developed an interest to study Islamic religion. So, I joined the Ahmadiah Movement which was declared a non-Muslim heretic religion in 1974 by the Government of Pakistan. I came to know the word, "Christ or Messiah" first time in the literature of Ahmadiah Movement against Christianity. The founder of Ahmadia Movement, Mirza Ghulam Ahmad claimed to be, "Masih Maud" (Promised Messiah). I was very happy and enthusiastic to preach the doctrines and teachings of Ahmadiah Movement which were new and very attractive to me. I remembered all the references about second coming of Christ in the Bible and Koran without having deep insight into it. A blunder that saved me One day I was passing in front of a church, I thought it to be a good opportunity to ask the priest why he does not become a Muslim and a follower of Mohammad; all the prophesies have been fulfilled in the personality of Mohammad? I went to Church and asked someone that I want to meet the priest. That person guided me toward the priest and I introduced myself that I am a Muslim and want to know why you don't believe the Prophet Mohammad whereas Jesus himself told that he isn't good enough to carry His sandals. The priest offered me to have a seat and became busy talking with other people. After relieving from other people, he asked me, "would you please give me reference where has Jesus said this thing?" I took the Bible from the priest and immediately opened the book of Matthew chapter 3:11-12 and read it before the priest. He said me to read the whole chapter from verse 1-17. I read, when I finished, there was no need to explain me whose sayings are these words and about whom are these words said. I was embarrassed and suddenly offered another reference which was:- John 14:30:- "I cannot talk with you much longer, because the ruler of this world is coming. He has no power over me," The priest said I don't disagree with you if you want to apply this verse on your prophet Mohammad. He explained this verse in the light of other verses in the same book that the terminology, "ruler of the world" is used for Satan in John 12:32 and John 16:11 also. I was ashamed within myself and very angry with the organization and the so-called Second Messiah who himself used these quotations in his revealed books. I quitted the priest office silently without even saying thank you for your help. I became reactionary and decided to study, Koran as well as the Bible more in detail and in depth. For this purpose, I joined a correspondence course with a Bible Correspondence School in Pakistan. Being zealous preacher of Islam, my thirst to be well equipped with Koran and the Bible urged me to study the Bible to develop insight into the word, "Messiah" and the second coming of the promised one, as I studied the Bible, I felt need to know the prophesies about first coming of Messiah and its fulfillment. I was well versed in Koran and its language, so while studying the Bible an automatic comparison between two books came to my mind. The Greek Christian Scriptures (New Testament) pictorial language impressed me and I realized that it is not just a biography but in every narration there is a happening of great events reflecting that God was walking with man. Whereas reading of Koran doesn't show anything special, more than two-third of it is from pagan legends or distorted jest of Torah (first five books of the Bible). No person can keep his/her concentration while reading the Koran as its topics and issues change frequently after every two or three verses abruptly. I realized that Jesus in His earthly ministry showed a great authority. He was confident, authentic and offensive to His critics. His critics always escaped from confronting Him. We read in John 6:41, 43 that when Jesus was addressing a crowd along a lakeshore, the people started grumbling about Him, because He said, "I am the bread that came down from heaven but didn't dare to criticize openly instead that Jesus answered, "stop grumbling among yourselves." At another occasion, Jesus said, "I talk about what my Father has shown me, but you do what your father has told you. You are the children of your father, the devil and you want to follow your father's desires." (John 8:38, 44) In contrast, instead of Prophet Mohammad, his critics were offensive and confident. They said, "We will not believe you until you make a spring of water gush forth from the earth for us; or until you acquire an orchard of date-palm trees and grapes, and produce rivers flowing through it; or let chunks of sky fall over us, as you assert (you will); or bring God and the angels as a surety; or you come to possess a house of gold; or ascend to the skies, though we shall not believe in your having ascended till you bring down a book for us which we could read." (Sura-17:90-93) In response to this entire Prophet Mohammad said, "I am only man and messenger." (Sura-17:93) The Turning Point I studied the Koran and the Bible vigorously. One verse of Koran stuck me, all of my beliefs and dedication crumbled to earth. This verse is in the Koran, Sura (chapter) 46 "Al-Ahqaf" verses 9:- "Say: "I am not a new Messenger to come, nor do I know what is to be done to me or you. I only follow what is revealed to me. My duty is only to warn you clearly."" I could not have the courage to wait (destruction) undecidedly until the Day of Judgment. How could I follow a person who doesn't know about himself and doesn't know about the persons having trust in him? Conversion In Pakistan conversion to Christianity was a social, economic and cultural challenge for me, where 95% population is Muslim. Christians are a tiny minority and a change of religion means dis-fellowship of all community relations. A constant fear of mob action, Muslim crowd can do any thing against Christians in the name of Islam. Even relatives and close friends settle their personal grudges and property disputes against Christians accusing that they have said against Islam or Prophet Mohammad. Christians can be sentenced to death under law of blasphemy or by the Muslim mob itself whereas the false accusation in the name of Islam does not have any punishment. In this scenario, I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and baptized in 1979 secretly from my parent and relatives. For 10 years I was Christian among the Christian circle and Muslim before my parent. The pressure from my parent to marry in a Muslim family forced me to disclose my faith that I can't marry with a Muslim girl (marriage between a Christian male and a Muslim female is not recognized in Muslim Personnel Law in Pakistan). I am happy that my Savior Jesus Christ knows who He is (John17:14, 21) and what can He do for me? (John17:02) I have confidence in Him. He said:- "I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one goes to the Father except by me."(John 14:06) Now, it is my burden to preach the Truth as commanded by Jesus (Matthew 28:20) and how terrible it would be for me if I do not preach the gospel! (1-Cor 9:16) I worked in Pakistan as a project manager community development until 2001 and then migrated to Canada in an independent category. I am a volunteer and ready to welcome any queries, criticism or dialogue on Christianity. Nusrat Aman E-mail: naman@gosonic.ca E-mail: nusrat04@hotmail.com |
| Testimony #6.......From Islam Review : Nusrat Aman |
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MY TESTIMONY by Karen Burrows I understand conflict and confusion. I used to think that these faith healers must be ambassadors for God, I mean how else could they be so prosperous? Then when I was a teenager something happened. I was put in the hospital to have minor surgery. I had been coughing for a couple of weeks but thought I had a chest cold. The Dr. had ordered a pre-op chest x-ray. Which is not uncommon. However it was discovered that I had small cell cancer in both of my lungs. For anyone who knows about cancer they can tell you that small cell lung cancer takes you very quickly. I was 16 years old and probably not going to make it to be 17 or 18. For the first week no one would tell me what was going on. All I knew was that I suddenly had 6 specialist coming to see me every day. And there was no talk of letting me go home. During this time, there were literally hundreds of people who came to lay hands on me and pray for me. At one point the nurses had to ask them to leave due to all the noise. Finally, one of the specialist came in and sat down on the end of the bed with me and told me what was going on. It seemed that everyday the cancer spots on my lungs were getting bigger. He told me that there was nothing they could do to stop the cancer, however they were reluctant to send me home just yet. On the following Sunday after I was told about the cancer, when I returned from my daily chest x-ray there was an elderly gentleman sitting in my room. He was all alone. He was a pastor in one of the churches in our fellowship, and had driven quite a ways to come and see me. We talked quitely for almost an hour, and when he turned to leave he asked if he could pray with me. Not for me, but with me. He asked if I wanted God the heal me. And of course I said yes. Then he asked me if I had asked God myself to heal me. And upon thinking about it I realized that I had been prayed over many many times, but it was other people asking God to heal me. Then he quietly took my hands and he and I prayed and asked God to allow me to live, to take the cancer away and heal me. There was no yelling, no jumping up and down. He didn't annoint my head with oil and I didn't fall out in the spirit. However the next morning there was absolutley no cancer to be found in my lungs!!! It was actually pretty funny to watch these doctors falling all over themselves trying to figure out what had happened. Several weeks later I had a follow up appointment with the Dr. who had originally did the minor surgery on me. He came in and sat down beside me and handed me my chart. In huge red letters he had written across my chart MIRACLE!! I went through all of that just to say this. God does not need a great deal of hoopla to do a miracle. Please understand, I am not saying that He won't do a miracle with a great deal of hoopla, just that God needs nothing except your faith to do a miracle for you. I've alway been leary of faith healers since then. I'm not saying that they are wrong, because only they truly know where their heart is. Just remember, God comes more often with a still small voice, than a huge clap of thunder! Your sister in Christ Karen |
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