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Growing up, my mother sent us to church until we were 13 or 14, then we could make our own decision. I decided that if church was so good, then why didn't our parents go. But I still believed in God, in fact, I believed God would only accept me if I was moral, if I obeyed those commandments that I knew. I never read the Bible, because then I might learn more commandments of God, and be accountable to keep them. I was a very moral, and very lost person. When I was 33 years old I met a man I will call Steve. Steve seemed a little wierd at first, but friendly enough. I would later find out that Steve was a "white witch", even though he didn't call himself that. Steve liked to wear black, and he had some uncanny abilities. He once described to me in perfect detail, the apartment my ex-wife and I had before she left me. This was 3 to 4 years before I ever met Steve. I wanted to know more. The more I learned, the more my personality changed. I started to get into astrial projection,! meditation, and began to talk to "spirits". Steve had a diabolical plan to take his cult group to California, where he said he had been having psychic conversations with another group like ours. The cult group included Steve, Terry, two others who I only saw once, Steve's wife, and myself. Steve came up with a plan to steal a motor home to take the group to California. I dropped him off at a motor home place, and he drove off with one of the motor homes. He had visited the place a couple of days before, and took the keys out of the ashtray. After a couple of weeks, we ran out of money, so Steve came up with a plan for a robbery. I drove Steve and the gang to an electronics store, which they robbed. About 3 weeks later, we were picked up in Iowa because Steve tried to use a credit card taken in the robbery. I was devistated. I began to realize how lost I was. I had a fear of going to prison. I feared that I would be killed or worse. After being released on bond, I got on my kn! ees and asked God to kill me. "Please take my life", I pleaded, and He did. I felt at that moment that everything would be OK. I couldn't explain it. It was the peace that passes all understanding, talked about in Philippians 4:6. I had a "feeling" or something that told me that I would not have to face my greatest fear. God was right, I was sentenced to 1 year in a work release jail facility. That meant that I could go to my job during the day, and return back to the jail at night. But because of the seriousness of my crimes, the judge signed an order that I would not get weekend passes, or the possibility of early release. I tried to get weekend passes, through 3 lawyers. Finally I accepted my punishment. Five months later, someone told me that their lawyer might be able to help. He got me weekend passes. And exactly one month later, one week short of 6 months, early release. What a might God we serve! Later God called me into the ministry, I am now close to finishing colleg! e. When I tried to do things my way, it did no good, but His timing, and way always works. I have been out of jail for 8 years now. He truley sets the captives free. CCNmail for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.ccnmail.com Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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