I sat next to his bed as he lay dying - for three days he had been lost to us; no sound, no movement. Only the knowledge that he could both hear us and feel pain - the massive brain infection had cut off his ability to communicate with us but had allowed him to continue to suffer.

His friends and our family had come and gone - saying their good-byes with the knowledge that David knew they were there. My beautiful only son, my firstborn, my answer to prayer after losing three children in pregnancy. It had been such a hard two year struggle against this awful cancer. So young - he was only a month shy of turning 19. I named him David, which means Beloved of God, as I dedicated him to God during my pregnancy in thankfulness for God answering my prayers. That morning the doctor had told us he could last another two weeks or more in this condition. It cut into my heart as I knew that this had been his worst fear come true.

His father, stepfather and I mourned that this could go on and we agreed in prayer asking Jesus to take our son that day. It happened to be Sunday so it seemed appropriate to ask God to give our son rest on the day He designated for resting in Him. Before I went to sleep that night at his bedside, I spoke with David and told him I loved him. I asked him to go with Jesus when He came for him and not to struggle and try to stay with me. I told him it would only be a short time before we were together again in heaven.

I asked his father and my husband to try to stay awake as I felt that God would honor our prayers but none of us could stay awake. By 10pm, we had all fallen asleep.

I woke in the night - somehow in my sleep, I had shifted halfway onto David's bed. When I awoke, I was lying near him with my hands and arms upon his shoulder and arm.

I began counting the seconds between each of his breaths - one, two, three... One, two, three...on and on for at least five minutes. He was warm, another sign that he was doing well enough to last for weeks. The doctor had told us that a day or so before he passed away he would turn progressively colder as his circulation began to fail. I was continuing to count in my head: one, two, three... One, two, three... one, two, three, four, five... Back to three, up to seven.

Suddenly, his nurse walked in. I turned to her and said that I thought it was time, that Jesus was coming for David. She used her flashlight to look at him and agreed. She woke up his father while I woke up my husband.

For five minutes, we were able to hold David, love him, say good-bye and remind him that Jesus was waiting for him with open arms. His passing was so peaceful and the presence of God was like a warm covering surrounding us. The moment David stopped breathing, I thanked God for His faithfulness.

We gave glory to God for a time before turning aside. When I looked up at the clock, fully expecting that it was close to dawn, I realized that it was still Sunday, around five minutes to midnight. God had answered our prayer and took David home on His day. In His mercy and love, he had awakened us so we could be part of that time with David and to see that the peace of God in his passing.

In the last few months of David's life, God changed my prayer for my son. Up until then, I had prayed that God would heal my son. One day, when it looked as if David was on his way to recovery, my prayer changed. I was upset because it seemed that I could no longer pray for David's recovery but instead, my prayer changed to asking God to use David to bring glory to Jesus Christ. In my frail human understanding, I thought that meant that David would recover and become a minister or something similar. In the time since David's death, I have come to understand why God changed my prayer - He wanted me to pray for the right things rather than for the things that I wanted. Once my prayer changed, God was faithful to answer it - He is using David's story to touch individuals and bring them home to Him. I'm so thankful that God is able to use our experiences in this way.

When I think back to the time of my son's passing, while I have so much sorrow in missing my child, I am also filled with love and thankfulness that my Lord and Savior heard and answered our prayers. I thank Him continually for His gift of salvation and eternal life.

In the years since David's death, I have come to a new understanding of God's love. While my son was ill and when he passed away, I would have given anything to have been able to change places with him. It tore my heart apart to watch him wither away slowly and finally die. I now realize that this is exactly how God felt about his children once they chose sin over obedience. We were doomed to die and this was a source of unbelievable grief to our Creator. Unlike me, who could not switch places with my son, God could and would do so to save us. He chose his only-begotten son to come to this earth to provide us with an escape from the consequences of our own sins. He loved us so much that he sacrificed the most precious one of all to unbelievable pain and death so that all of his children would have the choice of eternal life over death.

I know my family will be together again in the not too distant future. The only thing which burdens me is that there are some people who may not be with us. My desire is that of the Lord's, that all should be saved.

If you have not yet accepted Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior, please think again. I so want my extended family to be with us forever.

Along with the gift of eternal life, inner peace is a gift to all those who accept Jesus. Everything in the universe is held in the span of His hand. He knows how many hairs we have on our head. I know He will see me through whatever trial is put in front of me. If you would like to have this gift of salvation, peace, and eternal life, it is yours for the asking. All you have to do is accept it. Please accept it; I want to know that you will be in heaven with me. Just say this prayer out loud and believe it in your heart: Dear Jesus, I know that I am a sinner and can never do anything on my own to remove my sin. I believe that You are the son of God. I believe that You came to earth as a man, lived a perfect life and died on the cross as a sacrifice for my sin. I believe that You rose again on the third day. I ask You to come into my heart and live within me, to wash away my sin, to make me perfect in the eyes of God so that I can live with You eternally. I thank you for answering my prayer. If you just prayed this prayer, please email me to let me know. The Bible says that you must believe in your heart and confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus Christ. I would so enjoy hearing that you have joined my family!

In Christ, Vicki

My name is Veronica and I am going to be 15; I'd like to share my story about meeting Jesus.

When I was ten years old I was the average kid. Good student, fairly nice sibling, smart, friendly, and mostly a goody-goody. I've always went to church and listened to the sermons. I always did what my parents said without arguing.  I was under conviction. She told me I was and she told me how to become a Christian and expected me to do it then and there. So I pretended to become a Christian. I did it out of fear and I was afraid she was disappointed in me. So for the next 4 and a half years I faked being a Christian. I am good at acting, so I was able to fool everyone. I'm not proud of what I did and I wish I could take it all back.

Well, one night this last summer, I was sitting in bed and I was very upset. I felt like I was worthless. Then I remembered hearing people say that God was always there for you. So I prayed the prayer, and I became a Christian.

I've done so much more as a Christian that I ever did before. I've dedicated myself to Christ and now I am trying to witness to my friends.

God Bless!

My story really begins in 1971, when I went into Kindergarten. I was four, going on five in November of that year. The occult was in vogue.

My television diet consisted of shows like "Bewitched," "I Dream of Jeannie," "Scooby Doo," "The Phunky Phantom," "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" and others like it...cartoons aimed at children, which presented the occult as attractive, sugarcoated, desirable. Rather than presenting the occult as a real, spiritual path, it was presented as the stuff of children’s fantasies. I also ate up thrillers like Saturday morning’s "Creature Feature" -- whenever the program featured the supernatural, I tuned in. In the book stores at that time, astrology and witchcraft dominated the shelves. Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs and other such books were abundant. For some reason, in my house, we had The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology. Even at four years old, I was able to read and understand most of the entries, and I was fascinated by the pictures. I remember especially being attracted to a picture of Azaroth and Baphomet. The Cowsills were on the radio singing "The Age of Aquarius," and the occult was an accepted lifestyle; it was cool to be into this stuff. I had no reason to be afraid, even at four.

Parker Brothers sold a small game in toys stores across America called the Ouija board at the time, a divination tool with which one could speak with "spirits" - be they your departed Uncle Bruce, or Abraham Lincoln. Surely, it is playing with fire....even pagans warn against playing around with the Ouija board.

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

While I was still four, I went to a Kindergarten classmate’s Halloween party where the ouija board was among the fun things to do.

While the party was ending, and the children were being picked up by their parents, there remained at the party four children: me, my friend Cynthia, and two other boys. Having already bobbed for apples, showed off our costumes, and eaten half of our trick or treats, Cynthia brought out the Ouija board!

It was sleek, and interesting.....how wonderful! Imagine being able to speak to spirits! (By the way, Ouija means "Yes! Yes! in French and German---what are we saying Yes to?) Of course, now Christians have something similar called an Angel Board. How sad that Christians are embracing the ouija board cloaked as an angel.

The board worked --it does work-- and to our amazement, it contacted a spirit which called itself St. Paul. I was brought up Catholic...I’d prayed to St. Paul before...and now St. Paul was talking back! It gained our trust immediately! Strangely enough, it only answered questions that I asked. This ticked off my three compadres, and one of them angrily asked the board, "How come you only answer Valerie?" The board spelled out the word PSYCHIC. I had no idea what that was, but the seed had been planted, and Mom was outside blowing her horn, so I left.

THE SPIRIT GUIDES

Along with the goodie bag from the party, I brought home three spirit guides called Patti, Jane and Maureen. They took the form of three older girls, about the age of my older sister, who is ten years my senior. I admired them. We fought, and made up, laughed and cried together...they became inseparable from me. I was very dependent on them.

MY SISTER....A WITCH?

I also brought home an ailment: seizures. I began to have what are called absence seizures on an almost daily basis. Most people mistook it for daydreaming.

Around this same time, my sister began to do what big sisters do to little sisters...she began to tease me. She began to tell me that she was a witch. She spun tales about meetings of witches, and how she would be taken from her bed against her will at night to attend these meetings...and I believed her. Every word, I believed. And it encouraged me to go a little deeper into what I was already immersed in. My sister, by the way, is a member of God’s family now, redeemed and a new creation. God and I both have forgiven her for the teasing. =)

I told other kids in grammar school that I was a witch. My father would hear me speaking in my room to people he couldn’t see...and no one ever thought to investigate. Parents, if your kids have imaginary playmates, look into it. It isn’t always imaginary. I don’t want to alarm you, but part of the deception is to get the kids involved in something the adults don’t think twice about.

Patti, Jane and Maureen claimed to be protectors for me, although many, many times I was left to get hurt. An uncle’s incestuous advances. Classmates physical beatings and verbal assaults. A brother’s pornographic library took away my innocence, and helped fuel my experimentation with homosexual acts - all before the 6th grade! Satan never protects. Satan always takes great joy in our wounds.

FAMILY HISTORY: MOM’S FAMILY

My mother’s stepmother was always referred to, in our family, as "the witch." I had always assumed it was a substitutionary euphemism for a similar sounding name... but she was into voodoo and spiritism, and was responsible for the death of my grandfather, long before I was born. My grandfather believed the talk of voodoo and spirits that would kill him if mom’s stepmother didn’t. My grandfather, who had been a child abuser throughout his life, was now being spiritually abused in his old age. His new, young wife held his belief in the occult over his head, and his life of abusive and his dabbling in the occult brought upon himself and the third and fourth generations of his family demonic strongholds, as the Bible says:

Ex 20:5 Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.

Trudy my wife, went in the hospital for her first chemotherapy treatment in August 1999. Just a few days after she was in the hospital, she told me about a "man" standing beside her bed very early one morning. She couldn't see his face but by the broad shoulders she thought it was a man. She says the "man" told her (not in an audible voice, but inside her) "You and the other one will be fine." I asked her what did the man look like? She said that he was dressed in a white and gold robe with maybe some kind of a hood (or maybe long hair?). When she sat-up in bed, he was nowhere to be seen and she never saw him since. 

I told her that it had to be an angel? But we couldn't figure out who the other one could be. We had met another lady who had the same kind of leukemia as Trudy. Her name is Colleen. Trudy and Colleen became friends and visited each other once in a while. Just before Trudy was to come home after her first treatment, I went to visit Colleen and told her about Trudy's vision. I said to her that as far as I knew she must be the other one? Colleen was all excited and her face lit right up. Her and her Mom were very happy about that.

Trudy had been home for just about 3 weeks and was supposed to go back in the hospital for her second round of chemo on the 15th Oct 99. We didn't feel very good about it that morning when we woke up. Trudy got up to make tea and I stayed in bed a little longer to talk to the Lord. I just told Him how we felt. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang and it was the hospital calling to tell us that Trudy could stay home because they didn't have a bed for her, and that it could take a day or two before they did. Trudy was very happy about that! 

On that same night, we were watching TV and at about 09:30 PM the phone rang. It was a lady from the Christian women association who wanted to know if Trudy wanted to take part in the next project. (They meet at the Legion to do some crafts and have Testimonies) Trudy told the lady that she couldn't come because she had leukemia and was waiting to go back in the hospital at any time. The lady told Trudy that she also had leukemia! She described all the symptoms and told Trudy all about the treatment she went through and that she doesn't have it anymore. Wow! Trudy was very encouraged by that phone call. Then I realized and told Trudy, and later on our prayer (care) group, that if she had gone in the hospital that morning, she would have missed that phone call. Some ladies in the prayer group knew this lady and told me that her name was Tina.

One day, while Trudy was in the hospital for the second time, my brother in law and I were supposed to go for a walk. He called me to cancel because something came up at work. I went by myself as I do almost every day and took a different route. On my way back, at the bottom of our street, I could see an older couple standing in their front yard. They live only two houses beside us. I prayed and asked the Lord that maybe today would be a good time for me to talk to them about Him? I had never talked to them but I had waved on occasions. They have been living there for almost 4 years. Sure enough...the elderly lady (Joan) started to talk to me as I approached and asked me how my wife was? An other neighbor had told her about Trudy. 

D... the conversation, I found out that she was also a Christian. Then she (Joan), started telling me about a girl that she new years ago with whom she worked in a candy store. She said that she had leukemia and doesn't have it anymore. She said her name was Tina! Well...I was very interested by then. 

A few days later, I called a lady in our (care) group who knows Tina, and asked her to find out if she had ever worked in a candy store. Sure enough! ... It was the same Tina! The same Tina who called Trudy the night that she was supposed to be in the hospital. The elderly lady had also told me that they were sort of led to move into that house but didn't know too much why. 

Isn't that something?

Then I decided to call Tina and told her the whole story. She said "You're giving me goose bumps!" Ha! Ha!

When I look back at all this... it's amazing! Just amazing!

I think the Lord sent an Angel to comfort Trudy because she is His child. "You and the other one will be fine"

Tina, who is a born again Christian, who had leukemia and doesn't have it anymore, called while Trudy was supposed to be in the hospital! The older couple next door to us are not too sure why they were led to move into that house, and come to find out that the lady (Joan) worked with Tina years ago. The same Tina! The other one? Who knows? With the Lord ... there could be another one and another one and another....one ...and another . . .one . . .

PRAISE GOD!

My brother in law's son had to go in the hospital for a while. During his stay at the hospital, he met a nice girl and they both became friends. Her mom's name is Tina! You guessed it... The same Tina! 

Glory to God! --- Hallelujah! --- The Lord is in control!

Trudy and Colleen are in complete remission and feeling great..

Hospital visit . . .

Trudy went with Bona (her friend across the street) to the hospital. Bona had to go for a check-up concerning her heart and diet. After she was finished, Trudy felt lead to go pay a visit to the 8th floor where she was treated for leukemia. So she took Bona with her and they both went When they got there, the doctor from Yugoslavia (he's the one who cared the most for Trudy) was just coming out of a room and saw Trudy. She asked him, "Do you know who I am?" He looked at her for a moment and said, " Lemieux, . . . right?" Trudy said yes. He couldn't believe how good she looked. "Say Hi to your husband!" he said. After that he called all the nurses to come and meet with Trudy. They were all amazed. 

... hugged the doctor and a few nurses and thanked them for the wonderful care they gave her. She was a walking testimony! The doctor looked at Trudy and pointed his index finger to the ceiling smiling - Trudy motioned yes with her head.

Then Trudy had a conversation with a few of the nurses. They were just so happy to see her, and they told her that it was a very big encouragement for them to see her all better like that. After all that, ...Trudy was walking back towards the elevator and she passed right in front of the "staff lounge". The doctor from Yugoslavia was in there telling everybody else, "She just made my day!" - He was so happy! 

I... that something ?

Praise the Lord!

One Sunday morning in church, Trudy was talking with two ladies and she was telling them about her visit to the hospital. Both of them started crying, and then Trudy had tears also. Tears of Joy!

The Lord is good! He touches peoples lives in ways that we can't even imagine. He can do exceedingly more then all we can ask and think. 

Praise His Holy Name!

My wife and I live one day at the time, and we thank the Lord Jesus Christ for everything He has done for us. PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!

I had what many would consider a wonderful life.  A good job, owned my own home, stock portfolio, 2 or 3 vacations a year.  I also believed that I had these things because I earned them. I deserved them. All that I had or would ever had was because of me, me, me.  

Then one day, it was all taken away from me.  I lost my job, my home, my money and very nearly my sanity.  I remember being in bed, which I had taken to and very rarely left anymore, and as usual I was crying.  I was in a depressed state, as was my husband.  We had begun talking of suicide.  We were hopeless.  ... The TV was on and a program with Hal Lindsey came on.  It showed a picture of him in Jerusalem in what I believe was the room where they thought the last supper may have taken place.  Flames were coming out of Mr. Lindsey's back - it was the Holy Spirit!  That brought me to my knees!!! 

I began to pray and finally realized with all my heart that all that I ever had, had now or would ever have came from God.  I stopped thinking about me, me, me and began thinking about HIM! I felt the most blessed relief and hope began to invade my body!  Within 24 months I was given a new and better job, a brand new home, but most importantly of all I was given salvation! &nbs... Praise God from who all blessings flow!  I pray that each and every person who reads this testimony or the testimonies of any other believer will be saved and come to the Lord Jesus Christ with a shout of Joy!  

My mother was a backslidden SDA (Seventh-day Advent... when I was growing up and so I did not attend church or receive specific Christian indoctrination of any kind. Mom said that the SDA Church had the truth and that other churches were in error, even though she was currently not currently "practicing the truth". Since I always had such a deep hunger for God I probably would have attended the nearby Congregational or Methodist Church had it not been for my mother's point of view. Why bother if other churches were wrong? On warm summer evenings I would often lie on my back and look at the stars and I knew in my heart there had to be a God "out there" somewhere. I would observe graveside services in the cemetery across the street from our house and wonder what life was all about and whether there was any life after death.

Over 50 years ago when I was probably 10-12 years old I was alone on a sunny summer day by the old slate board at the back of our house. I was looking up the driveway covered with yellow stones that went back to my dad's buildings when suddenly the driveway was transformed into a beautiful, glistening street of pure gold. I saw dwellings that were emanating beautiful light and angels going up and down the golden street. It was indescribable in any human words. I felt totally loved and overwhelmed with a sense of peace such that had never happened to me before. I told no one of this experience until over 30 years later but just kept it in my heart. Shortly after this vision I was alone again a short distance from my slate board and suddenly a very clear revelation came to my mind--not an audible voice but totally real. Here's what was revealed that changed the direction of my life forever.

I was told: (1) Life in this present plane was short and that even if I lived to be very old my life as it is now would be brief in comparison to an eternity beyond; (2) Nothing that I was seeing around me would last. Sooner or later it would all pass away; and (3) I needed to live my life with reference to eternity and not get overly attached to anything on the material plane that I was seeing. From that day to this it has been literally impossible for me to become very fixated on anything of a material nature--cars, houses, fancy clothes, sports, or anything else. Material things are taken lightly and used where necessary and enjoyable but I feel no deep sense of attachment to anything material and never have since that revelation which was so simple, plain, and made so much sense to me.

In 1951, as I was turning 14, I had a very deep conviction that my life was empty, without meaning, and that I needed something I didn't have. I started to read the Bible for the very first time, Early Writings by Ellen G. White, and other SDA literature that was either coming through the mail or that my mom had kept around the house. Through this very intensive reading I soon began to experience such a sense of fullness deep within my soul that I determined then and there to dedicate the rest of my life to the pursuit of God as absolutely #1 and everything else would take second place. I have stayed with that focus all of my life since. Sometime that summer of 1951 I was in the optometrists office and there was a SDA magazine in the waiting room that had a picture of Jesus the Good Shepherd reaching down to pick up the lost sheep on the edge of the cliff. The Holy Spirit told me clearly that I was like that lost sheep and Jesus was reaching out for me and gathering me in His arms of love. There was a coupon in the magazine for Bible lessons and I soon started to study the Voice of Prophecy Jr. Bible Course and listening to the weekly broadcast--my first oral Christian teaching except for perhaps Unshackled from the Pacific Garden Mission which I began listening to around 1950 when it first started.

By late summer of 195l mom and dad finally separated after years of a very unhappy marriage and mom and I moved into town and starting attending the SDA Church she had belonged to many years before. In December 1951 I was baptized, an experience of deep spiritual infilling that I shall never forget--ever! I attended a self-supporting boarding school in Wisconsin my sophomore and junior years and graduated from a conference academy in Indiana in 1955. I really was heavily intrigued with Ellen White's books and read them avidly. I would spend sometimes two hours a day on my N.T. Bible class in 10th grade, mostly reading from DESIRE OF AGES.

In the fall of 1955 I enrolled in the ministerial course at Emmanuel Missionary College (now Andrews U.) in Michigan. However, by my second year I could clearly see that I could never be an employee of an organization that was so political so I became disillusioned more with the church organization, but not the SDA faith itself. I left college January of 1957. I had received some literature of the SDA Reform Movement in Sacramento and really studied that carefully. At the same time I got hold of 1888 Re-examined by Wieland and Short and it really impacted my thinking big time--like nothing else up to that time. I decided to go to Sacramento and join the Reform as it seemed to be more closely following Ellen White than the main SDA Church and I thought it also might have the long forgotten 1888 message that the book had told about but never actually defined.

The Reform group was small and there was a sense of family and close fellowship which was very helpful but over time I became aware of an overall legalistic way and the 1888 message surely wasn't there. When Robert and John Brinsmead came to S. California in late 1960, where I was working as a minister in the Reform group, I listened to them and decided to find my way back to the main SDA Church. One man told me that I didn't really get fully back to the church but "got off at the Brinsmead station." True, I'm sure. Guess maybe I was a bit of a rebel in not being satisfied with the "status quo" lukewarmness of Adventism. The Sanctuary Awakening Message of Robert Brinsmead was a wonderful effort to "gospelize" the 1844 sanctuary doctrine and the message of "all things are ready come to the marriage," "behold I set before you an open door" was indeed a tremendous blessing for me and many other SDAs at that time. Many who had worried themselves sick wondering if they could ever pass the "investiga... judgment" in heaven found hope in the righteousness of Christ as being sufficient for the judgment. I became very active in preaching, teaching and publishing the Awakening Message during the 1960s and traveled far and wide.

In 1962 when I moved to Springfield, Mo., I visited Assemblies of God churches several times and just loved the joy, spiritual life, peace, and dynamic Bible preaching that I heard. The first time I heard a lady get up and give a message in tongues with interpretation foll... I thought it was so beautiful. If I had followed my heart I would have joined the Assemblies of God at that time but my SDA background had taught me these people couldn't be right since they didn't believe in 1844, hadn't followed Jesus into the most holy place, didn't honor the true sabbath, didn't have Ellen White, etc., etc. What a contrast the A.G. Churches were to the deadness of the local SDA Church where I was branded as dangerous because of my Brinsmead connections. Hardly anyone there would even speak to me.

In the 1970s Brinsmead changed over to the Reformation/Pau... gospel and I embraced that emphasis. However, during that decade I waffled back and forth because I could see that the "old landmarks... of SDAism, especially the 1844 sanctuary doctrine, were going by the wayside. A time or two I even burned some of my Brinsmead magazines but my hunger for the gospel he was preaching kept bringing me back. The clarity of the N.T. gospel was the best I'd ever heard and a fire was kindled in my bones that is still burning today.

In December of 1979 a dear friend of mine from the Awakening Movement days sent me a copy of Des Ford's PUC Forum tape on the sanctuary and Ellen White. He wanted me to know how "far out" Dr. Ford had gone. So I listened to the tape with a rather prejudiced mindset. Boy, did I get blown away spiritually! On the first listening something tremendous stirred within and I just couldn't believe how wonderful what I was hearing was and how much sense what Des was saying both about Ellen White and the sanctuary doctrine made. I listened to the tape over and over and over again and sent to Certain Sound in Angwin, California for more of Dr. Ford's tapes and just devoured them! I shared some with probably less than 5 families in my local SDA Church where I was very actively teaching a Sabbath School class. This got the word around that I was identifying with Des Ford, the latest heretic of the denomination. I started to share some of the thoughts on the gospel in my class which was on Romans and people that were hungry for truth started to move from the other class to mine. Unbeknownst to me a tremendous storm of anger was brewing on the horizon. A man in the church had friends at PUC in Angwin and they told him of how far from the faith Des Ford was going and how he was taking people out of the church, etc., etc. Finally one day the S.S. Superintendent called a special meeting after church. I was the center of attention, the roof nearly blew off the church, and that ended my teaching in the SDA Church forever!

When I heard Des's PUC Forum tape I made a covenant with God early in 1980 to re-examine my SDA beliefs, set aside the Ellen White writings, and just see what the Bible had to say in its historical, linguis... and cultural context. I had studied the Bible through the eyes of Ellen White for the past 28 years. I particularly zeroed in on the 1844 sanctuary doctrine and made a very in-depth study of Hebrews, especially chapters 8-10. The more I studied the more I became convinced the traditional SDA teaching had no basis in truth at all and was contradictory to the N.T. gospel. I called my pastor in several times to share with him what I was learning and he just hung his head with no answers to my questions. Later on he left the church also. I continued to attend church but most people would make a circle around me to avoid even speaking to me. I was like an invisible man. At that time I was too afraid to start attending another church regularly. I felt wounded and betrayed since my only intention was just to share Jesus Christ and His gospel as I was learning it and got such a hostile reception from the "pillars&q... of my local SDA Church where I'd been active for years.

Little by little I began to make contacts with pastors of other churches and Christians in my community and the response was so encouraging and supportive. I attended a weekly nondenominational home fellowship for several months and it was really helpful. I felt that the gospel had set me free to become a part of the larger body of Christ and that I must get out of this "remnant church" elitist mentality. I had noticed for many years what wonderful Christians I met oftentimes who loved to talk of God and Jesus but yet didn't know the "special truths of the third angel's message" for the last days.

By December of 1980 I started to attend regularly a new nondenominational church which had quite a few members who were charismatics. I was very suspicious of anything like that but started to read some books on the charismatic experience and could see that God had more in store for me. Early in 1981 I attended a CHANGE THE WORLD SCHOOL OF PRAYER and began to increase the depth of my prayer time. During my ever expanding prayer times my mind would be directed to what Paul was saying in 1 Cor. 14 about praying in the Spirit in unknown tongues. I felt the need to praise God in a greater way and just to worship Him with more freedom. In December of 1981, almost to the day of 30 years after my water baptism (December of 1951), I was worshipping and praising God, and seeking His face earnestly in the quietness of my home and my praise was turned into another language. I felt such an infilling of the Holy Spirit and such a baptism of Divine Love. It was like being "born again" all over again. After this several of my friends who had known me for quite a while said there was something different about me. I just seemed so full of joy and so vibrant.

After receiving this blessing from God I began to repent of my pharisaical attitude towards the charismatic movement and people and sometimes I would kneel before the Lord and just weep. Praying in tongues for me is just reaching out and praising and worshipping God in a greater way than my mind will allow. That is why Paul talks about praying with the understanding and praying in the Spirit in 1 Corinthians 14. We need both! At least it has been a great blessing to me in my prayer life to pray in both ways.

Over the past 20 years since I left SDAism in 1980 I've learned to appreciate the variety and richness within the body of Christ. There is one God, not a separate God for the SDAs, the Catholics, the Baptists, etc. Each part of the church has something positive and unique to offer. The church is composed of imperfect people and so has never been perfect doctrinally or perfect in conduct. I have made it my business to share fellowship with all of the segments of the Christian church and this has been so enriching and has given me a better understanding of the "whys and wherefores" of different expressions of the faith.

I have strong feelings of "family" ... the SDA Church and always will have. I love the Adventist people greatly and only wish them good. Some of the greatest saints I've known over the years have been Adventists. I have tried to keep in touch with these dear ones if they will still include me in their lives. I greatly honor and respect those who feel called of God to remain in the SDA Church and work for spiritual renewal. I equally honor those who have been called to leave SDAism and minister and/or fellowship elsewhere. I do not desire to convert or unconvert people into or out of these various religious groupings. The only thing I really want to share with people is the closer walk with God that is available to all of His children, equally, anytime, anywhere. I don't believe God is exclusive to any of these groups. I tend to agree with a statement that I heard Billy Graham make once that as far as he was concerned all of those who reach out in their hearts for God in any way are part of the family of God. The gospel is more inclusive than some of us might want to acknowledge. I believe that the simple message of the gospel that we find in John 3:16, Rom. 5:12-19; 1 John 5:9-13, Rom. 10:9-13, Acts 16:30, 31, etc., is more than sufficient to prepare us for either translation when our Lord returns or for death and resurrection. I cannot support the concept of a "special people" with a "special messa... above and beyond the preaching of Jesus and His salvation that the apostles preached in their day. I believe it is our task always to be restore the faith once for all time delivered to the saints, not add something to it, change it, or clutter it up with a lot of excess baggage.

There is a lot more I could say. In summary I would like to quote from the words of Mary in the Magnificat which express my deepest feelings and longings: "My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour" (Luke 1:46, 47 NKJV).

I was brought up Jewish, went to Shabbat quite faithfully each Friday and Hebrew school twice a week and was Bar Mitzvahed and confirmed. While attending classes I asked a lot of questions the Rabbi could not answer. I became less interested in the traditional religion of my parents and feeling hindered in my spiritual development, leaped head first in to my own brand of freestyle spirituality after graduation.

I got involved in the New Age Movement, became a vegetarian and for 15 years practiced yoga and meditation. I ended up using psychedelic drugs (LSD, mescaline etc.), as part of my regular religious observances and smoked "pakalo... as part of my normal lifestyle. During these times I also experimented with various religions and the occult. I felt they each contained some part of the truth of the one "true" religion, just as Rosicrucianism teaches all religions are petals on the same flower.

I studied about the Ancient Masters of the East, learning about Buddhism and Zen and believed in the Ascended Masters. I was involved with UFO’s and channeled messages. I had a number of spiritual experiences which at the time I thought were from God. I was sure I was on the right spiritual path. At the same time I also read the Bible, not denying my Jewish roots. I was starting to read over 50 books a year, having an insatiable spiritual appetite, but God was working on my exit out of this spiritual bondage.

I had also started to surf before beginning my spiritual pilgrimage. I fell in love with the sport and began traveling, surfing and entering contests. Surfing became my livelihood after I learned to shape surfboards for a living. I was the eastern surfing champion for two years and Hawaii proved to be an irresistible attraction due to its fantastic surf. I moved permanently to Hawaii in the mid 70's. This gave me more freedom to pursue both my first love of surfing and my freelance spirituality. After nine years my searching came to a head when I and my girlfriend Kathy started to pursue our spiritual hunger more seriously and became involved in the "I Am Movement" (the Saint Germaine Society of the Ballards). We thought we were becoming enlightened. reading books about the Ascended Masters and "learning" about Earth’s past history on Lemuria and Atlantis. Through calling on angels and powers unknown to us and by "decreeing" and using the Violet Consuming Flame to eradicate past life karma, we desired to become servants of the New Age movement. At the time Kathy was practicing affirmations, mantras, studying herbology, polarity therapy, kinesiology and learning about the supposed spiritual energies of the body. She also was a manager of a health store on the Island.

The Lord started moving ahead with our rescue plan and during one week I had two friends over who had recently became Christians. We talked about end-time events for hours. (At this time we both thought Christians were very narrow minded about their view of the Bible, God and the world. Kathy and I used to laugh about how the New Age was coming in without Christians even being aware of it and were still trying to live in the old traditions and were not going to be part of it). Later that week my friends invited us to a seminar that was going to be about the New Age Movement with speakers Dave Hunt, Johanna Michaelson and Hal Lindsey. Talk about timing! It was also during that same week that I heard an audible voice that said "I am the Lord your God, you shall not want." I recognized this was from Psalm 23 and had never experienced anything like it. Inside I knew this was the God I was searching for but still did not know. 

I attended the Christian conference on Bible prophecy and the New Age Movement that week while Kathy stayed home doing her New Age affirmations. She wasn't feeling well and unknowingly had really been going through a spiritual battle all that week. At the conference I was shocked to hear the other side of the story. The information I heard seemed incredible. The speakers knew all about the occult techniques Kathy and I were following and about the New Age Movement’s master plans. I spoke to Dave Hunt briefly during a break and had a number of important questions answered. I was also challenged by Dave on the occult practices in which I was personally practicing. When the conference resumed Johanna spoke and I was relating to a lot she had experienced, especially in regards to the Ascended Master "Jesus". Then she spoke about another Jesus – the true Jesus of the Bible - which came as a total shock. When she prayed it pierced my heart. I knew I had heard the truth but the question was, what would I do about it?

All the way home I wrestled with the wasted time I had spent believing and doing the wrong things for the past 15 years. (At this time they both thought Christians were very narrow minded about their view of the Bible, God and the world. They used to laugh about how the New age is coming in and Christians weren't even aware of it. And were still trying to live in the old traditions and were not going to be part of it.)

Kathy was waiting up for me when I got home. It was late and she was scared that I would come home a Christian! But a peace came in the house and on her, as I shared about how the Christians viewed the last days and how it wasn't anything like what we were being taught. It was then that the Holy Spirit revealed to Kathy that not only were we following the wrong Jesus, but that we were worshiping Satan, and that he is a literal being. Then the fear of God fell upon us and for the first time we got down on our knees and prayed to the true living God to forgive us for the occult beliefs we had been deceived into practicing. The Lord got the last laugh.

The next morning we both went to church and for the first time heard the gospel and dedicated our lives to the Lord, repenting and asking Christ to forgive us. Thank the Lord He intervened. We were saved together in the year 1986. After going to church and receiving Christ, it was later that week I found out that it was on the 20th anniversary of my confirmation day when God spoke that previous week. The last thing I read to the congregation in the temple 20 years before had been Proverbs 4:1 "Hear my children, the instruction of a Father, and give attention to know understanding, for I have given you good doctrine forsake not my law." Unfortunately I did forsake it for 20 years, but God brought me and my soon-to-be wife back. Five weeks after our spiritual birth Kathy and I were married and today have a nine year old son.

Immediately, I began to study the Bible and learn apologetics in order to give answers to those who ask why we believe in Christ and why Jesus is God in the flesh. For over 13 years I have continued teaching on the cults and aberrant world views including how the cults deny grace and opt for works to be accepted by God. These include the Jehovah's Witnesses, Mormonism, and also the occult (New Age world view) which is now very present inside the Church. 

By the grace of God I have had the privilege to have taught at Youth With A Mission, Hope Chapels, Calvary Chapels, Church of Christ, United Methodist Church, Grace Brethren, Assembly of God and various other Hawaii congregations. I have also had the opportunity to share in small group studies around the Island and have also been involved in a number of debates. The Lord has currently provided us with the opportunity to host a TV program and a live call-in broadcast called "Let Us Reason" on a local Christian station as well as to be featured on several other live radio broadcasts in Hawaii. I am also a missionary for Witness Inc., the world’s largest counter cult ministry reaching out to Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Let Us Reason Ministries was founded in 1994 as an up-to-date apologetic resource center to instill both confidence and a desire to lead others to Christ by helping equip believers with both Biblical, and logical answers for the Christian faith. It’s my hope that this ministry will be able to prompt believers to personally meet and evangelize those in cults and false religions as well as discern false doctrine within the Church.

My testimony begins when I was only two or three weeks old and I was "baptized" into the "One True Church" at the parish of IJP, a Roman Catholic Church.

My experience with religion was not too good after that. By the time I was a senior in high school, the only God I worshipped was myself. I took pride in my own intellect, my own abilities, I was more than enough of a God for myself.

The driving ambition of my life was to get into the University of Notre Dame. It was the only thing that gave my life meaning. I remember that when I got in, I felt that everything would be perfect. When I got there, I discovered a whole new world of sin and debauchery that exists in colleges everywhere. This was Fall of 2000. While I was at ND, I started feeling guilty over the sin around me. I felt that since I did not fit in this meant that I had to be a priest. So I started going to Mass almost everyday, building up a form of righteousness, but not knowing that as Isaiah wrote, "All my righteous deeds were like filthy rags to Him."

Part of the way into the first semester, I met a good born again friend of mine named Steve, he is now one of my closest brothers in the LORD. He talked to me about evolution, and why he did not believe it. Little did I know that barely six months later I would be stating to my own father that I interpreted Genesis literally and believed the Earth was created 6000-10000 years ago. Truly, "If any man is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away, new things have come." (2 Cor 5:17).

I realize now that God was allowing me to build up a sense of my own righteousness so that I would realize my need for Him. Basically, I was chained to the sin of masturbation, I was addicted. I found myself masturbating to mental fantasies of women nearly 3 to four times per week at least. However, in the most delightful of all ironies, God used the very Catechism of the Catholic Church to draw me unto Him. I talked to a friend, and he told me that the Catholic Church can consider masturbation a mortal sin. Oops! That meant I was going to Hell. I did not believe him, but I checked the Catechism. I was in deep doo-doo, or so I thought.

Well, then, I, the Catholic who hated Mass, "But who knew that those born-again Christians were a little nuts", had the brilliant idea that I could pray to Jesus on a day by day basis, using Him as the Ultimate Confessional. I did this a couple of nights, by the third night, I knew it was hopeless, I broke down into tears and asked the most High God to forgive me of my sins, As I am writing this, tears still come to my eyes and I have been saved since January of 2001.

Over the next couple of weeks, I just knew that I was not afraid of death, that He loved me so much that He was willing to die for me on a cross. Friends, if you do not know the LORD, if you think that Christ could not love you, that is wrong. "For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.... but the wages of sin is eternal death while the free gift of eternal life is of Christ Jesus" Romans 3:23; 6:23. Truly, "For God so loved the World that He Sent His Only Begotten Son, that Whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life."

Needless to say, I started having a hunger to read the Bible for some reason. I could understand it now, it made sense. Jesus was real! I started going with my friend to his church, a Calvary Chapel Affiliate, and being fed the Word. A Couple of Months later, I left the Catholic Church for Good, with no real regrets. My reason was simple, He wanted me to be at Calvary Chapel. All that matters is His will, His Purpose. "Those who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God." Romans 8:14

I will be honest. I still sin, I am still as Isaiah put it, "A man of unclean lips and an unclean heart" before the glory of God, but I feel His love burning in my Heart. My true food now is to do the Will of Him who sent His Son to die for me. Nothing else matters but the Kingdom. God has given me such a heavy heart for all those who do not know Him. I used to think that I was going to be a doctor. Now all I want to do is to preach the Gospel on top of every street corner and give the Simple Truth to a lost and dying world.

One final point, right now, you might be searching for Truth. Jesus Christ is the Truth, the Way, and the Life, and no man comes unto the Father but by Him (Jn 14:6). You want to know that God loves you, but you feel something separating you from Him, that thing is called sin. It keeps you away from Him because He is Holy and Righteous. But "Come and Let Us Reason Together saith the LORD, though your sins are as red as scarlet, they shall be washed as white as wool."

Jesus died the death on the Cross for you that you deserved. God loved you so much that He died the most painful death imaginable. He would have done it just for you, even if you were the Only sinner to ever come to now Him. It is written in the Scriptures that "We know that He loves us that while we were sinners, Christ died for us." Also, Jesus Himself said, "NO man has greater love than to die for a friend." I urge you to let Jesus be your best friend, let Him into your heart. You are searching for something, something has been drawing you near to Him. It says, "Behold, I am standing at the door and knocking. If any man opens it, I will come in and sup with him, and he will sup with me forever." You can have your sins forgiven, just by believing the LORD's work on the Cross for you.

How do you do this? Simple, Repent of your sins and hand your life over to God. There is no complicated sinners pray to do in this, you can do it silently in your own heart. Here is a simple one.

"God, I have sinned against you. Please forgive me. Come into my heart Lord Jesus, cleanse me from within. Become the Lord of my Life. Amen"

I pray that you accept the free gift of forgiveness of your sins. God has done so many things in my life, and I pray that you will allow Him to show how much He loves you by turning away from sin, believing, and letting Him into your heart.

There is a special person named Thomas A. Zey who, grew up in a large family of nine children. He was born and raised in a wonderful place called Charleston, South Carolina. Growing up, Thomas was given little preparation towards the days ahead of him, Living in the large world! His brothers and sisters spent time with their own friends so, he spent a lot of time "Alone," searching for happiness. He had a father who, loved him but, his father had many problems which, lead to his death. Thomas loved his father but, he had to say, Good-Bye. Thomas felt alone, "Living in the large world." 

Eddie his mother was a very special person and she tried to teach him about, God. She had taken him to church every, Sunday. Thomas was an alter boy in church but, he still felt, "Alone" Living in the large world. His daddy bought a motorcycle (dirt bike) for him when, he was younger so, Thomas really seemed to love motorcycles. Growing up, he loved riding motorcycles with his friends but, One-day, he had a major accident! He was riding his motorcycle (dirt bike) on the (526) Mark Clark Interstate before open to the public (under construction) when, he struck a steal cable crossing the road at the bottom of the bridge. There was a warning sign on the cable but, Thomas did not see the cable or sign. He was traveling around 45mph when, the cable caught him across the throat. Thomas life came to a dead stop until, he had awaken! 

His friend stood still in shock because, he did not believe his own eyes witnessed, "The solid steel cable was broken." Thomas stood up with blood and flesh showing across his throat but, he was alive! Thomas no-longer knew, where he had lived. His friend was really scared because, he felt like everything had to be a dream. His friend rushed him home because, Thomas was hurt and acting very strange. When they reached Thomas home, his family was in shock to see his throat covered with blood. His friend was scared so, he left before any one could talk to him. 

Thomas family asked, what happen to you! He replied, someone tried to hang me! When Thomas returned home from the doctor, his friend called and talked to the family saying, what really happen to him. Thomas had a concussion and he was experiencing amnesia. He regain most of his thoughts after, a few weeks pasted. Thomas later dropped out of school in the 11th grade and he started working as a electrician. He was still lonely living in the large world so, he started buying material things to make him happy. He bought a trailer, a race car, a street car, a motorcycle, and a boat. Thomas still felt lonely even though, he filled his wants and desires with material possessions. He later decided, a special woman in his life could make him happy and he would not be alone. 

Thomas had many girlfriends until, he meet the special person that, he desired. He married the special woman! They had many material possessions like; a house, camper, motorcycle, two cars, two trucks, and three boats. Thomas still felt lonely and he was still searching for happiness in his life. He worked hard as an electrician until, One-day, he had a major accident at work! Thomas was hooking up an electrical box (480 volts) at the company Dynapower/Stratopower off Cross County Road when, it exploded in his face! He was one and half stories in the air kneeling on the edge so, he had no-where to go to escape the explosion. His eyes closed when, he was being set on fire! Thomas life came to a dead stop until, the explosion stopped. 

The people in the plant was scared and screaming for help because, they thought he might be dead. People rushed to his aid to see him covered with burns. His face, neck, chest, and arm was severely burned in the explosion. Many people tried to figure out how he did not get electrocuted or fallen to the steal and concrete below. Many people stood in shock to see him, "Alive." Thomas was hospitalize and treated for the severe burns. His wife, little sister, and mom tried to comfort him in the hospital until, he was released to return home. After months of healing, Thomas still felt lonely so, he decided to make a career change from an electrician. Thomas went back to school to further his education since, he decided to become a electronic engineer. 

After receiving his G.E.D., Thomas started going to Trident Tech. College. He finished a semester of thirteen credit hrs. with a 3.6 gpa average but, he could no-longer handle the change in his life. The material possessions use to bring happiness to his life but, they were no-longer part of his life. His friends were almost gone and he felt, "Alone," living in the large world. Thomas went to several doctors hoping to find many answers but, they could not find the answers to his problems. Thomas felt, his life was coming to an end! 

He started crying for the "first-time" in his life unto God. Please help me God, I don’t want to die. God answered his prayer, My son, if, I wanted you to die, you would have died a long time-ago. He showed Thomas, the day on the motorcycle wreck where, his head had been amputated. He showed him the day of the explosion where, he had been electrocuted, fallen, and died. Thomas was touched by, God for the first time in his life. A few days later he was cutting the grass and he cried to God, I want to believe in you God, but, I need more proof. 

Thomas had a strange thought of hundreds of bees sting him until, he would almost die to become closer to God. Minutes passed as he continued cutting the grass when, Out of no where, Thomas was covered by hundreds of bumble bees. He was stung over and over until, he reached the water hose washing the bees off him and his dogs. He started killing the bees when, God spoke to him saying, "My Son," Why are you killing the bees? You asked for them! Thomas stood in shock wondering if he could be losing his mind. He heard many stories from other people but, it’s not the same when, "It happens to you." 

God was working in his life for the first time because, He asked, God to help him with all his heart. Thomas heart continuously grew to believe in God. He was giving the foresight to see a greater purpose in life, "Trying To Help People." He continued to look for a new career because, he knew, God would help guide him in the right direction. Thomas really loved going out on the water. One night, he went out shrimping with bait when, God spared his life "Again!" He threw a cast net in the water when, he felt, the rope go into the 70hp boat motor prop. He yelled to stop the boat because, the rope was tied to his hand. The person had given the boat all of the gas so, Thomas was being pulled into the boat motor. 

He had no fear as the boat motor pulled him closer because, God was beside him when, the rope was cut one foot from his hand. The driver of the boat was scared and trembling over the experience. Thomas turned with a smile saying, "Thank -You," With All His Heart To God. Thomas loved fishing and he had owned a deep sea fishing boat. One night, he was 50miles in the middle of the ocean when, his world turned into your worst nightmare. Lighting crashed around every side of his boat as the wind and sea turned into a wild animal out on a prey. The people aboard his boat were in fear for their lives so, they rushed to put on the life jackets. He warned some of his crew to be careful about, the language coming out their mouths. Thomas knew, "God," was in control and God, was helping him guide the boat to safety. The people aboard his boat never felt as scared in their lives when, Thomas had no fear with the presents of God and his savior "Jesus Christ." 

There are many stories about, Thomas "Living in the large world" like; the umbilical cord was caught around his throat at birth, he was hit by a speeding car, a bullet shot flashed one inch in front of his own eyes, a motorcycle (dirt bike) wreck in the middle of the railroad train tracks at high speed, and "Alone" at the jetties, he was thrown out the boat on top of the rocks. The material written about, Thomas is a true story of faith. Thomas was still searching for a career in his life which, he knew, "One-day," his career would involve helping people. He looked at all options of his new career helping people when, he felt, a special need to do pressure washing. He started a pressure wash company and he finds happiness in meeting, talking, and helping people, Living in the large world!

God Bless You... In Name Of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen!

One night I was at a party, just like every other night, the drugs and booze were always around but this night something happened that changed my life forever.

The reason I remember this night is we were drinking mixed alcohol out of a gas can, just passing it around, and smoking our  pot as always.  Well, I don't remember getting home but in the middle of the night I woke up out of a dead sleep and was wide awake and sober, but I was feeling like someone was in my room with me and didn't know who. 

It was a strong feeling to the point that I called out whose there, but no answer, so I sat up in bed and started to reach for a cigarette.  I was stopped by this presence in my room that I could not shake so I laid in my bed and started thinking about the night before and what a good time I had.   they were laughing at you.   Now I'm not into spooky things but when you hear something that is out of the ordinary it makes you sit up and listen.   I sat up in bed and called out, " who is in here?"  I started to really shake and I could feel this battle that was going on in my room as something like a heavy weight was being lifted off me and another presence was trying to enter me and then I started to cry as this peaceful presence started flowing thru me.  I cried and cried, I was crying so hard that puddles of tears were forming on the floor in front of me.

I laid down and cried myself to sleep.  I awoke the next morning and went to work and kept thinking about what happened and told people what had happened but they just said I was crazy so I just let it be, but something was changing in me.  I didn't know what at the time but I didn't feel like partying as much and wanted to quit but kept on doing it but each time just felt like I shouldn't.

About two weeks after that, a cousin of mine (who I hadn't seen in over 5 years) out of the blue he just comes knocking at my door with his wife.  I had heard that he had became a Jesus freak - I've always believed in God but wasn't sure who was right are wrong.   ... were glad to see each other.  He used to be a partier at one time.  I invited them in and we sat and talked, and they started to talk about the LORD.  I told them what happened to me a few weeks ago and they understood fully what was going on.  They asked if they could pray over me just before they left.  I said sure and they prayed for me and left.

I could feel that something was going on in side of me like a war but I continued to drink and smoke my dope.  I wanted to stop so I set a date which was New Years Eve in a few weeks.  I told every one of my beer buddies I was going to stop but believe me I received no support from them at all.

On New Years Eve, 1990, I was in a bar and at the strike of midnight I took one last drink.  I looked at my friends and said that's it for me - I walked out of the bar and felt like a new life had begun, the stars were shining, the air felt good and I jogged all the way home, praising the LORD the whole way.

I felt free, I had stopped and was free.   My friends were trying to get me to drink and party all the time afterwards. I was tempted in everyway possible.

Around six weeks later my cousin stopped by again just out of the blue.  I told him that I had stopped drinking.  He said "great!&q... and read me some scriptures and invited me to church.   I went with him and heard the gospel for the first time in my life and when the preacher gave a invitation to receive the LORD into your life I went forward.

He lead me to the LORD and how beautiful it was!  I cried and cried again just like the one night months ago and the rest is history.   I have been washed by the blood of the Lamb - my sins have been cast into the sea of forgetfulness never to be remembered again.  There is so much more I can say on here about the life I once lived and how the LORD delivered me from, so much more than I wrote.  I share it with whosoever wants to hear the story about the cross and how I came to the light.

Now, I am in a trust relationship with the one who died for me.  It hasn't been a life of total joy, I have my ups and downs, but the LORD delivers me from them all. I am totally set free from the drugs and alcohol and have absolutely no desire to ever live that life again.  Praise and glory and honor to the lamb of GOD!

Thanks for reading this and if you have a desire to write please do so. 

I love to hear the story of each person who has come to the cross ! 

Terry your brother IN CHRIST