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Crusader
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Dude, thats like one of the best accounts I ahve ever heard. I wish I could have an experiance like that.
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Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner, and unless you save me I am lost forever. I thank you for dying for me at Calvary. I come to you now, Lord the best way I know how, and ask you to save me. I now receive you as my Savior. In Jesus Christ Name, Amen.
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NGCapnJack
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Wow! That must be one of the most amazing stories I've heard in a while. I wish God would call out like that to me, but maybe I just don't listen well. Really inspiring story, thanks for sharing. I'm trying hard to find God, but I've never been very in tune with Him... Any advice?
God bless you! :-)
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Arr matey, May the Lord Bless yer soul. ![[thumbsup2]](graemlins/thumbsup2.gif)
"The LORD is my Shepherd" (Psalm 23). ![[Cross]](graemlins/cross.gif)
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SomeGuyInPA
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I am not sure what god has planned for my life and at the moment I am not really sure why his voice has been calling me all these years other then he loves me and wants to save me from the hell I had made of my life the past 10 yrs.
In my teen years I was not willing to accept god into my life. In fact I down right hated the idea of going to church or even praying. I would tease the Christian kids in my school and make their life a nightmare to live… let me be honest here. I down right hated god back then and I would even dabble in the occult. And would do drugs from time to time. In my eyes I was greater then god and he couldn’t touch me.
At age 17 I was diagnosed with a disease that basically crippled me mentally. I don’t want to go into detail as to what is was but lets just say it was enough to keep me in the house in bed for nearly a year.
During this time I was taken to many doctors and shrinks to try and figure out what was wrong with me… many pills were taken and lots of tests were performed, nothing seemed to help or give any reason as to why I was feeling the way I was. I honestly don’t remember the exact time I turned to Christ for help but I do remember the feeling of calm that came over my mind and body once I gave my life to him. Now you may find this strange but even though I was anti-god at the time, something deep inside me knew that the only way I was going to get better was with the help of god… as time past and I had more of a personal walk with Jesus I found a church I enjoyed and started going twice a week. Long story short, I was healed from my illness not as you see some people being healed on TV mind you no one touched me on the head and cast the sickness out but through a personal walk Jesus did heal me.
As time went on and I started to feel better I found myself starting back to my old ways, not as severe as the first time around but lets face it a sin is a sin. As the years went by I kept digging myself deeper and deeper into my old habits and pushing god further and further away. The drugs came back into my life along with porn, booze, and a general hate for the world and my fellow man. I could see my self slipping back down the ladder and I know at times I could feel god calling me back but I did nothing to stop it. What did I care?!? I felt great again! The sickness was gone and I was feeling good.
Before I knew it 9yrs had passed. I was married now and living the good life, getting drunk almost nightly, smoking weed, watching porn, it was great or so I thought.
Wrong!
God had seen enough and pulled his hand away from me, this happened almost over night. Now I have felt bad before I have had the flu and other worldly sicknesses, which make you feel like **** … but when god lifted his touch off of me it felt like I had become a magnet for Satan and it was open season for him to beat me down. I don’t mean I felt physically bad I mean I was literally attacked spiritually and mentally. The disease that had knocked me down before was back but this time with a vengeance and it brought its demonic friends, I had horrid thoughts of killing my wife and other horrible thoughts that had never crossed my mind before. This happened one night I had been drinking and I struggled to get to sleep thinking it was probably just the booze causing it and a good nights sleep would fix it.
Again I was so wrong. As I awoke the next morning sober, nothing had changed except I was still being attacked in full force. I couldn’t take it anymore and broke down and cried. As I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself I remembered. God! And switched on the TV to TBN as I lay there trying to gather myself, and watching many different people preach the word as the hours passed. The spirit of god ever so gently spoke to my heart and shed some light on why this was happening to me.
It was because I had turned my back on him those words lay so heavy on my heart that again I started to cry, because I knew that for that last 9 yrs I had taken his gift of healing and pretty much walked all over it as if it was nothing.
The day passed and I tried praying and welcoming Jesus back into my heart and though I believe he did save me again that day I still was not feeling any better and the attack was still hitting me just as hard.
I awoke the next day and as you could guess I was still having the same problem the demonic powers just wouldn’t let up nor would the sickness. Again I flicked on the TV to TBN and started watching and praying. This time god put it in my heart that what I needed to do was once my wife got home from work to pray with her and in that I remembered “where 2 or more are gathered …” now my wife had been saved long before the day I married her and had been praying for my salvation since we met. This also popped into my mind and laid on my heart that this was gods will and I should not fight it.
When my wife arrived home that night I was a mess, crying and still having those horrible thoughts.
I was almost embarrassed to ask her to pray with me but I believe that was Satan trying to keep his hold on me. It took me a while to over come that fear but I did indeed ask her to come before god with me and ask for my healing and salvation again. As we prayed I felt that a great weight was lifted off of my soul and I was able to now able to see the right path again but for whatever reason God still allowed the attack to continue.
On the 3rd day again I was feeling pretty bad but I had one thing I didn’t have before. Hope!
As I watched the TV again God lay on my heart the reason he had not stopped the attack is because I was still holding on to and keeping unholy things in my house and on my computer.
I knew what I had to do now! In the trash the porn and other objects of sin went. And with that again I felt his touch even more. It was so exciting to me I don’t know how to describe it other then from that moment on I knew the voice of God and knew that if he said do it! I had better do it..
The feelings were dying down and the attack growing weaker as I grew stronger into my faith again.
I picked up my old Benny Hinn books I had bought years ago and started reading them again because it just felt in my heart that this is what God wanted me to do. And indeed as I started reading “The Blood”
God blessed me more and more with his knowledge and power to fight the demons that surrounded me.
Today as I was out driving around with my wife we decided to stop at my parents house to drop off some things I needed to give them. As we were pulling into the driveway I felt god every so softly say “pray with your mother” now at the time I had a lot on my mind and didn’t think much of it because I have a bad history of thinking good thoughts but sometimes they are my own and not the spirit speaking to me.. We left and I did not pray with her. As the day went on the feeling kept tugging at me every so gently that I really needed to go back and pray with her. I had my wife drive us back up to their house and we sat down to pray. Now my mother has been a born again Christian since way before my time and she led us in prayer. As she prayed for all of us she stopped for a moment and started to weep,
and spoke these words that I truly believe was God speaking though her just for me. “Don’t be afraid my son for I am with you.” As she spoke those words I felt the touch of god once again but this time stronger then I have ever felt it before. I feel bad saying it but I missed the rest of the prayer I was so excited and touched. Those words will forever be in my heart/mind now because I know they were a personal message just for me and those words are now my weapon against the evil one. As we left, again I felt more weight lift off of me and now know for sure it is gods will for me to serve him and I will never go back to my old ways again.
Andrew
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