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Comment by Ms. Felecia on September 21, 2009 at 6:33pm

COME BY HERE LORD AND BLESS YOUR PEOPLE, LET YOUR ANOINTING RAIN DOWN UPON US ONE AND ALL......IN JESUS NAME....GOD BLESS!!

Comment by mike service on September 13, 2009 at 2:37pm

praise God after several months in the wilderness we have a new church home for my family all of us love it i though i would just go along for a few weeks but was called upon to pray for the church etc yesterday please come to prayer meeting mike praise God he is awesome

Comment by Steve Sims on August 25, 2009 at 2:54pm

God Never Fails:

When we’ve tried this and that to correct what we know needs correcting in our life and all fails, and finally we turn to God in desperate hope of being saved from what binds us, and we lay ourselves bare at His feet, we soon find our choice to choose Christ over all else to be the best choice we could have ever made.
In 1999 at age 43 after nearly thirty years of jumping from drug to drug, which was the only way I found in connecting to the inner person that was able to conceal the fear of feeling less than. Being raised in a household where I was constantly being told I was no good and never would be created in me very low self-esteem. I believe what made the ordeal so much more overwhelming was being adopted and being constantly told by my adopted mother that my birth mother didn’t want me because she knew something was wrong with me. Repeatedly hearing this over the years left me feeling alone and unable to function as a responsible adult should. In short, from my teens well into adulthood psychologically I was a total mess finding myself unable to complete anything I started.

Before finally hitting my bottom I had already gave up on myself as well as any help organizations that only served as a temporary fix as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want any more temporary fixes; I wanted to be set free. At this point I was also experiencing homelessness for the first time in my life. The first thing that came to mind was growing up seeing the homeless and saying many times down through the years to myself that as long as I had my health and strength and able to work, I would never be homeless, and now here I was. Physically I was fine but mentally I suffered from an adolescent mentality enslaved by a drug addiction.

God is constantly trying to get our attention but most times we’re so caught up in our mess that until we hit that brick wall we’re not trying to hear God or anybody else for that matter. Our mindset is, don’t nobody know what’s best for me any better than I do. It’s one thing to know what’s best but totally another putting it into action. My thinking well into adulthood was shaped around what I was constantly told by my adopted mother as a child. Many would argue that our childhood experiences don’t necessarily dictate our thinking or actions as adults unless we give in to those thoughts, but what if what you’ve been told all through childhood or the harsh treatment you experienced seems easier to relate to than anything else in your life? Hmmm.

I thank God all day everyday because I know apart from Christ I would still be bound in my mess. I look at my life today; I look at me as an individual and I know I’ve been changed, and not by anything I’ve done, but through Christ that dwells in me. Just to think, with all the people in the world God heard my cry and found it fitting to save someone like me. I was lost, but now I’m found, I was blind, but now I see. I was so caught up in feeling sorry for myself I just stopped trying to better myself and adopted the habit of just going with the flow of things mainly because it was easier. Anything that required a challenge I shied away from for fear of failure. Today I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Today I walk in victory because I know the devil is a liar and there’s no truth in him. I believed his lies for many years and it almost destroyed me. Confirmation of how lost I was is when I see brothers and sisters I grew up with still caught up in their mess. Looking in their eyes I see their pain and hopelessness and it hurts me to my heart because I know, not long ago I was there.
I see so many young people on the same path and I feel for them because I know the outcome if they remain on that path, misery, regret, and death. Let us pray mightily for our young that they open their hearts and mind to see the bigger picture; that Jesus saves and puts us on a new path, a path that will give real purpose to our life.

Comment by micah rasun-vann on May 26, 2009 at 11:44pm

My testimony

I was raised as a PK (preachers kid)in a small town in North Carolina. I went to church it seemed almost everyday of my life. I grew up in the Fire Baptized Holiness Church you know the no pants, no make up no movies no this no that you name it, it was a sin. I was unhappy as a child and I did not like this think called being saved. I was ridiculed by my peers and beat up by my just about every day of my life because we were different. Being saved didn’t seem like a good thing to me. Behind closed doors my home was like Vietnam which which seemed odd to me and out of character with being a Christian, all types of abuse every where you turned. I knew God the Father and looked to him a lot as a child, I respected the power of the Holy Ghost as I watched demons being cast out of people and I knew Jesus but found out later in life I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I left home in my early teens and moved to New York. Six years later I moved to California. I was driven, tenacious and ambitious. I never stopped to feel and I masked pain with many accomplishments. I would never allow myself to fully experience the pain of my many painful experiences and many of my relationships were just repeats of all that I thought I left behind. In spite of what I encountered in life I would pray to God the Father and He would deliver me yet Satan had managed to deceived me about my true state. But for the Grace of God if I had died I would have been a preachers kid who went to HELL from the pew. I proudly professed Christ all of my life, yet I lived a compromised sinful life until December 5, 1993.

This is a response to a blog posted on another site and is part of my testimony.
It takes the power of God through prayer. Although the above comment was not made in reference to myself, i am not above deception. I do remember as a christian when I was walking in compromise as a christian thinking I was on the path. God sent a servant all the way from Kampala Uganda just for me. (December 5, 1993) I sat self righteously in my seat thinking "Im already saved" as he made the altar call. He walked over to me and pulled me out of my aisle. He prayed for me and the power of God hit my life like no other time since. The lights came on and I saw more than I was prepared to see (added: weeks later I was horrified and mortified at the person I had become unknowingly) but one thing is for sure, it sent the Eygpts in my life up in flames I haven't looked back since. My attacks have been many and consistent but never overshadowing that moment in his presence (of the Almighty God). The power of God through the prayer of the righteous. (soon after my initial euphoric weeks of deliverance, the enemy assailed my mind, body and soul, possessions, relationships. You name it, he attacked it.. He has been relentless since that day in 1993 to recapture my soul. It is a daily fight for he has tried on many occasions to take my life. In his failure to cause me to return he has sought to ruin my character and testimony to cause me to be an ineffective witness for Christ. However nothing that the devil brings can overshadow that moment of being in the presence of God on that day in December and I know that God is Greater)

This response sent today regarding the aboved mentioned man of God who was consecrated enough to the Lord that the power of God flowed through him to break the deception off my mind as well as many yokes that had bound me and spirits that had captivated me through a lifestyle of compromise and sin.

At 6:52am on 26 May 2009, Pr. Bagonza Robert. said…
Dear

I greet you in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Thank you so much for joining this network. I believe this network will do you a lot of good.

In your E-mail you inquired whether I knew one John Mukasa who died in a motor accident with his brothers. I knew of one we used to call Deo Mukasa. He also once lived in America. He was indeed a mighty man of God, very prayerful and very prayerful. Wonders and miracles used to take place at his crusades. He started many churches called prayer palace. He always insisted that believers put up their hands in prayer. He would lift up his arms until they got paralyzed up.

Before his tragic death, He held a mighty crusade from December up to May when the first believer in our country to convince people that HIV and AIDS could be healed through prayer in Jesus’ name. So many people got healed and medical doctors were astonished, for there were clear records that they had tested HIV positive. From that time the Body of Christ in Uganda started praying for AIDS victims and many have been delivered from the deadly disease.

There is a lot about man of God. For even he and another man of God, spearheaded the evangelism of Moslems in our county. God taught him Arabic in one wee, he read the Koran and the Holy Spirit showed him areas he could use in the Koran to demystify their faith. Consequently many believed upon Jesus. This opened up a fierce evangelism of Moslems carrying out crusades. At most of his crusades many Moslems gave their life to Christ and received mighty miracles.

He met stiff opposition from Moslems. At one of his crusades in the part of the country where I live Moslems got offended and decided to report him to the police, as they were traveling on their motor-cycle it caught fire.

My wife attended his burial but hordes of people attended it and she says it was like another crusade for so many people gave their lives to Jesus. There is a lot about him that he did in the body of Christ.

May God bless you.

I praise God for John Mukasa a mighty man of God and for God’s grace to deliver me and give me a second chance. I am eternally grateful. I praise God for my deliverance, my chastening for he did much and now for the Joy he has restored to me. I Love the Lord and I feel his Love.

I thank God that you too were part of his salvation plan.

Comment by mike service on March 29, 2009 at 11:49am

Well when I was young there was a room in our house I was afraid to enter
I did not know why and all life I had a recurring nightmare
And I always awoke wondering what and why
When I first started school I also had to go to speech therapy
You see I couldn’t speak properly
I spoke really fast because if I didn’t
People would realize I stuttered and stammered
Then one night I asked my best friend Jesus why
Why do I have this nightmare is there something I have to face

Show me please and give me the grace to face it Lord
Well that night I went to sleep and then it came again
But then Jesus appeared and took my hand
He said we would go in together so in we went
I saw a picture of Granddad on top of me
And I then in an instant why I could never remember him
I awoke in a rage and wanted to find his grave and smash it to pieces
For what he had done to me when I was five
But after a day or two I knew I had to forgive
So throughout the day I prayed and forgave and blessed him
You see I was the only one held captive
Full of hurt and bitterness
As the days went by I pressed through
And then we dealt with all the other family members one by one


Then they had me thrown out of church I had been framed
For AL sorts and I was innocent

I decided to end it all and take my life
But the day I went to do it a friend rang up
To say I know what you are going to do and don’t
God loves you mike you are so precious to him

Then that night I had a dream and
Jesus came into my room and stood about ten feet away
He looked at me and said I need to hug you to set you free
I screamed and yelled no I don’t like hugs I hate them
He said once again you need me to hug you and set you free
I yelled and screamed again at him
You see he was wearing his robe around his waist and was bare chested
And screamed all the more

I awoke and sobbed and sobbed as I realized I had turned him away

I fell asleep again and had the same dream again
This time I held my hands out
And he came over and scooped me into his arms
He kissed me and told me how much he loved me
He told me every thing that was good about me and not one bad thing

He told me how he had given me all my gifts and talents
And how he loved to see me use them
When I awoke I was drunk on love
Such peace I had never known
About three days later my voice changed
And I lost my stammering tongue
Praise god he set me free

Comment by Juniper on March 16, 2009 at 3:48pm

Your testimonies are so good to read, very touching and encouraging - I love them all - thank you for sharing!
For me it's difficult to write my story in English... may some day i can do it. But God has taken so good care of me: with tears in my eyes I remember all the wonderful blessings He has given me. Gos is merciful, so good and gracious. God IS love!

Comment by George Ansa Duke on March 12, 2009 at 12:09pm

My whole existence from birth till this present hour is TESTIMONY, every heart pulse and breath taken in through my nostrils are TESTIMONIES. So i am TESTIMONY itself, and in and through CHRIST Jesus i exist and live, and now unto God, and before men my TESTIMONY IS CHRIST JESUS!

Comment by José Antonio:-) on March 11, 2009 at 12:45pm

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Comment by Shirley Shaw on February 22, 2009 at 1:51pm

This morning I was listening to Talkshoe and Women were talking about Divorce, the number of people going to hell from the body of Christ because of it, and that it is absolutely your Hell bound Destiny if you are remarried because you are without salvation, hope, or any type of Restoration within your Soul. You are going to Hell because you are without a doubt an Adulterer. That distressed my spirit because I am "D" and RM". So, I begin to think, O boy, this Gospel is not for me. How can I even think that I will enter into Heaven no matter what I do now. I began to pray and say, "O my God, has all become new or am I condemned"? Thou you slay me, yet, will I trust in thee. I resolved to continue to "be the New Creature in Christ Jesus, so that the Former Things will be passed away, and All Things will be new.

Shirley Shaw
DeliverTheWord

Comment by Steve Sims on December 9, 2008 at 9:08pm

You know, there was a time not long ago when God was the furthest thing from my mind. Today He's my closest friend who I invite everywhere I go. Proverbs 3:5-6 is my favorate scripture that I have come to live by.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path.

Even now at fifty-three I remember clearly always being told as a young child into my early teens that I was no good and never would be. I remember constantly being reminded how unwanted I was. Those memories never go away, esspecially as in my case where those words and the actions taken behind them is what guided my actions according to how I percieved myself. We're molded by those who raise us, what we learn from our parents we take with us into adulthood, I took a defeated attitude.

I grow up having no one to talk or go to so I became accustom to keeping everything inside but sooner or later you have to release that presure one way or another. For me it was drugs, it gave my a sense of escaping reality. The reality of always feeling I stood in this world alone with no one to depend on but myself. Tired of constantly carrying the heavy load drugs made it all drift away but only for a short time, so I had to do it again in order to return to my hiding place. Soon I became more comfortable in my hiding place than out so I tried to get there as often as I could.

That's how it all began for me and continued for almost over half my life expectancy. This is why I know the change in me is nothing short of a miracle. In my nine years walking with Christ I have written two books. This was something that hit me one day and I just sat down at the computer and started typing. I also do landscape oil paintings and never picked up a paint brush in my life unless it was to paint a wall.

Today I can't imagine my life apart from Christ because I know if it had not been for Him watching over me even in the midst of my mess you wouldn't be reading this right now.
Remember Proverbs 3:5-6
God Bless

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