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@Jcross, Tnx allot for your contribution, I see your passion by trying to stand for what you believe in. Please bro can you refrain from insult to other religion or belief or engaging in arguments but rather prech the Gospel and dont let yourself to be distracted from your calling. Show love,respect so that our Father in Heaven will do the rest you ask or do not ask for. Pray for those who persecute you and bless those who curse you, by so doing , you represent the Church of Christ to others who do not believe.

God bless you all.

@Nopuqeater you will be a great Lawyer I am very glad your always responding to my post be it negative or posstive but the whole idea is that the message has a follower and a reader which is the Reason why Christ called me, to preach the Gospel of Truth to the ends of the earth so that every ears will hear it and know who Christ is (The Only way to God)

Stay blessed brother if you have any prayer request let me know and I will pray for you and I believe 100% my Lord shall prrovide all your needs according to His Riches and Glory through Christ Jesus Phlp 4:19

God bless you good friend

MARK OF THE BEAST (666)

RFID

“He required everyone – great and small, rich and poor, slave and free – to be given a mark on the right hand or on the forehead. And no one could buy or sell anything without that mark, which was either the name of the beast or the number representing his name. Wisdom is needed to understanding this. Let the one who has understanding solve the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man. His number is 666” (Rev. 13:16-18 New Living Translation).



666 IS A SYSTEM OF THE ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT

At the present time, computer-assisted biometric identification systems are being developed rapidly and have been readily accepted into our society. Miniature computer chips, using RFID (Radio Frequency Identification) technology, have already been embedded within electronic appliances, retail goods, livestock, and human beings. This is not tomorrow’s science fiction – it is happening today.

In many parts of the world, Applied Digital Corporation’s human implanted RFID microchip (VeriChip) is used to help diagnose Alzheimer’s disease, mental illness, Diabetes, heart problems and it also helps to prevent kidnappings. In the near future, this type of biochip will be widely accepted and implanted for personal identification, protection, monitoring, tracking, commerce, and other uses not yet imagined.

Unfortunately, such biochips store personal identification and the information generated from its use will be stored and maintained in a computer database. Your body becomes a tagged asset that is monitored and whose behavior will be tracked. Implanting the microchip in the body alters a person’s physically, mentally and ultimately – spiritually. The problem that arises from the use of biochip in humans is more than an aesthetic, medical, political, or legal issue.

Satan works in the world and he shapes people and society to achieve his goals. Knowingly or not, anti-christ will force people to follow and obey an agenda that appears to be in the best interest of its people but, in following the pattern of human history and man’s rebellion to God, will bring about pain and suffering until Christ comes again.

“…he [satan’s agent] deceived all the people who belong to this world. He ordered the people of the world to make a great statue of the first beast, who was fatally wounded and then came back to life. He was permitted to give life to this stature so that it could speak. Then the statue commanded that anyone refusing to worship it must die.” (Rev 13vs14-15 New Living Translation).

A time is coming when society and lives will be ruled by a self-imposed system where mankind is monitored, analyzed, measured, and evaluated by computers. In those times, anyone who refuses to accept this system will be tortured then killed.



FORMATION OF A UBIQUITOUS SOCIETY



We are moving towards a ubiquitous society where people from all walks of life can access anything, anywhere, and at anytime regardless of time and location. What drives such development is the belief that we will live safer, easier, richer and more enjoyable lives by using technology to manage everyday aspects of daily life. In a society that craves automated financial management, instant communication and security, it’s not a far stretch for RFID enabled biochips to be implanted into the body, and eventually replacing currency that is easily stolen, lost, or hidden. In the near future:

1) All people will be required to have a biochip. All economic operations will use this chip thereby replacing today’s unit of monetary exchange.

2) There will be privacy invasion and freedom will cease to exist.

3) A charismatic leader, who is the Anti-Christ, will rule the whole world through a system that is interconnected and interdependent.

MARK OF THE BEAST IN THE HUMAN BODY, WE MUST NOT RECEIVE IT. (REV 14VS9, 14VS11, 16VS2)

1) Accepting this mark is the irreversible act of selling your soul to Satan. This sin is unforgivable and cannot be reversed by physically removing the mark (Rev. 14:9-11). Your soul belongs to God. Therefore if you receive this mark, you then will belong to Satan.

2) If you receive this mark, you willfully placing your faith in man and not in God. You are actively choosing to live without a loving God who desires to spend eternity with you in Heaven. God does not want you choosing Hell’s path. God knew these things beforehand, and because He loves us and wants us to acknowledge this, it was revealed to us through the writing of the apostle John in Revelation around 100 AD. If you are not taken up to heaven and are thereby left behind for the tribulation, you must not receive the mark of the beast even though you will be tortured then killed for not accepting the government’s sanctioned acts of satan. You must remember this at all times because the hope of heaven still remains until the end comes.

HAVE YOU RECEIVED JESUS AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR?

For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. (Rom. 3:23)

Money is not everything. A person cannot come to God by believing in any other gods, ethics, discipline, or by good deeds. Only a personal relationship with Jesus Christ makes it possible to stand righteous before a holy God at end of human history. It was for this reason that Jesus Christ suffered on the cross, shed His blood, died, and came back to life. This was done to demonstrate God’s willingness, ability, and glory in saving us from sin and death.

I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father excerpt through Me. (John 14:6)

That if you confess with your mouth, Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified. And it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved. (Rom 10:9-10)

You must believe in Jesus and that He died for your sins. Jesus loves you.

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. (John 3:16)

Realize that you are a sinner and you must pray in faith. You need to receive Jesus as your personal Savior. There is surely a Heaven and a Hell. Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven.

JESUS IS COMING SOON, PREPARE FOR THE RAPTURE

Jesus, who redeemed us through the cross will prepare a place and will come back to be with us. He has promised us. (John 14:3). The rapture will take place before the Great Tribulation (Rev. 3:10). Jesus said, “you know to interpret how to interpret the appearance of the sky but you cannot interpret the signs of the times, (Matt. 16:3 Luke 12:56).

ALL BELOVED SAINTS IN JESUS CHRIST

The rapture is reserved for those saints who will be lifted into the sky upon God’s trumpet call, saints that are to be raptured will be lifted into the sky to meet Jesus in the clouds (1 The 4:16-17). The rapture is reserved for those believers who wear spiritual white robes. Their physical body will be transformed into a glorious body and will be God’s delight, (Rev. 19:7-.

If you remain in lukewarm faith, Jesus will spew you out so you must not be like this type of believer (Rev. 3:16). Jesus’ first coming was to bring salvation, but He is coming again to meet those who are Ready and Waiting in the clouds at the sound of the trumpets and this is call Rapture. Lord Jesus, will take His children with Him to Heaven. After the tribulation on earth then He will return again on earth with those who were ratpured with Him into Heaven to the New Jerusalem this will be called His Second Coming. For what is our hope, our joy, or the crown in which we will glory in the presence of our Lord Jesus when He comes? Is it not you? (1 Thess. 2:19)
At Jesus’ return, only raptured saints will be presented at the seat of glory (1 Cor. 15:49-55). Even if we do not know the day and time of His coming, the sons of light are not in darkness therefore that day will not come upon you like a thief (1 Thess. 5:4-5). Do not be lukewarm believers nor do not sleep but be awake and pray, (1 Thess. 5:1-4). Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard: obey it, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you, (Rev. 3:3). Those with lukewarm faith, those who are tied to the world, and those who do not know Jesus will be left behind for the Great Tribulation. The Great Tribulation will be the most devastating time in all of human history. Those who are left behind in the Great Tribulation must not receive the biochip (which bears satan’s name) into their body (forehead or right hand; Rev 13vs16, 20vs4) even to the point of death. Christians who commit suicide will spend eternal life in hell. By refusing this chip, you will be tortured then killed. For the unblelievers (nonChristians) you don’t only have to refuse the chip but also you will have to confess Jesus as your Lord and savior with your lips, ask of forgiveness of your sins and believe in your heart that is the Son of the God and He died for us, Amen.

@ Nopuqeater Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body; and be thankful. Coll 3:15

@Grace5 Eph 2:10 For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

@ Grace 5 God bless you! and @NOPUQEATER God bless you too. You are a great friend hope some day I can chat with you and Let the Peace of Christ Jesus rule over you!

Remember DON'T take the mark of the beast! The antichrist will want people to take a mark--->"And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six. " - Revelation 13:16-18

I tell you this: on the Day of Judgment people will have to give account for every careless word they have spoken; for by your own words you will be acquitted, and by your own words you will be condemned." (Matt 12:36-37 CJB)

Jn 6:47-51

47 Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me hath everlasting life.

48 I am that bread of life.

49 Your fathers did eat manna in the wilderness, and are dead.

50 This is the bread which cometh down from heaven, that a man may eat thereof, and not die.

51 I am the living bread which came down from heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live for ever: and the bread that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world. (KJV)

When Jesus spoke of being the "bread of life" and that this bread which a man eats, is His flesh He gives to us, Jesus is prophetically speaking of His death on the cross, His burial and resurrection, Why must we eat of this to have eternal life? Let me explain.

In Scripture we find that God is holy.

Jn 14:6

6 Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.(KJV)


Acts 4:12

12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.(KJV)

Mark 12:30-31 (New International Version)

30Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'[a] 31The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[b]There is no commandment greater than these."

"I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes." -JESUS in Matthew 11:25.

But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple." -JESUS in Matthew 12:6. Jesus is greater than the temple!

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LifeWords
21/6/2010

LOVE AND HATE
Read 1 John 3:11-15

11 This is the message you have heard from the beginning: We should love one another. 12 We must not be like Cain, who belonged to the evil one and killed his brother. And why did he kill him? Because Cain had been doing what was evil, and his brother had been doing what was righteous. 13 So don’t be surprised, dear brothers and sisters, if the world hates you.

14 If we love our Christian brothers and sisters, it proves that we have passed from death to life. But a person who has no love is still dead. 15 Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.

Believe it or not there are some similarities between love and hate. If we hate someone we are consumed by them. Those who hate thrive on the prospect of expressing what they feel to that other person. Hatred stirs up memories of the other person which linger on and shape our lives. The big difference being, of course, that hatred hollows us out rather than fulfils us. To love someone is to be enriched by the encounter. To hate someone is to be diminished by the encounter.

In this passage, John puts it very bluntly. If we go on hating people we show we have no place in God’s family. Conversely, love for others is evidence of family membership. Not that love is the means by which we enter that family: it is the necessary outcome of the faith that does make us members. In this John echoes Jesus who said that love of fellow Christians was to be the mark of his disciples.

John draws on the example of Cain and Abel. Cain hated Abel because Abel was intent on being godly. Someone like that is a big threat to someone else who wants to be ungodly. Cain’s hatred led to murder. Though John points out that all hatred is essentially murderous. We wish the person didn’t exist, we don’t treat them or think of them as human. In contrast, love enriches the lives of others and our own as well.

Love and hate are both consuming passions. One creates, the other destroys.

Blessings
David Reay LifeWords http://www.hope1032.com.au/

"If you abide in my word, then you are truly disciples of Mine; and you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free," (John 8:31,32)

Show Us the Father! - John 14:8-11

Philip said to Jesus, "Lord, show us the Father. That is all we need."
Jesus answered, "Philip, I have been with you for a long time. So you should know me. The person that has seen me has seen the Father too. So why do you say, 'Show us the Father'? Do you truly believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The things I have told you don't come from me. The Father lives in me, and he is doing his own work. Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me. Or believe because of the miracles I have done.

John 14 vs 24 :He who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me.

Amen,Jesus Christ is the same yesterday today and for ever more.

Marlene Brown returns to Christ

I was born in a large Christian family. Ever since I know my father he has always been a Minister of the gospel. He is also the founder of a church in the community where we lived.

Being the youngest of twelve children, it was only natural that I attended church on a regular basis.

I accepted the Lord as my personal Saviour at an early age. Actually this was during my early years at High School.

At that time my only desire was to seek the Baptism of the Holy Ghost and to receive the gift of speaking in tongues. I tried tarrying for the Baptism of the Holy Ghost in prayer meetings, however, to my dismay, I would only be sanctified. That is, stuttering of tongue. The disappointment of not being made a part taker of the Holy Ghost somehow seems to weaken my strength in the Lord; thus allowing the Devil to find a way in – resulting in my turning back to sin.

After many years of not going to church and living in sin, I migrated to the United States in 1992, to Quincy, Mass., where I went to College. During this time, I did not attend church and had no desire to go. The main reason for this was that the idea of going to church for the fun of it has never appealed to me. My belief has always been to serve the Lord with all my heart, soul and body or forget it. I suppose Revelation 3:16 has always been embedded somewhere deep inside my subconscious mind: “So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot,
I will spue thee out of my mouth.”

I spent several years in Boston, then migrated to Canada to join my husband in 1998. After spending over two years in Canada the desire for going to church to even read the Bible was still not there.

My sisters and parents never gave up on me though, they kept praying and encouraged me constantly to return to the Lord. The more they encourage me though, I would respond and say; “yea, yea, I know” and that would be it.

Since the year 2000 came and went by, I began to have a burning desire to serve the Lord again. I said to my husband: “Byron – there ought to be something more in life than only getting up in the mornings going to work, and eating and sleeping.” “We need to worship a God, whomever we conceive our God to be – we need to worship him!” I knew however, that there is only one God, and that is the true and living God, the one that created the heavens and the earth. With my coming to the conclusion that there is a God that needs to be worshipped and I was not doing it left an empty feeling within my being.

On October 29th, 2000, my sister came from Connecticut to visit me and she brought along an evangelist by the name of D.C. Chambers. He came for a convention at a church in Toronto. That Sunday, I went to church with my sister and while Evangelist Chambers was preaching his sermon, he came down from the altar and laid his hands on my shoulder and started to pray. Shortly after, there was an altar call so I went up with a few others. What happened at the altar was most amazing – this changed my life forever!

This man began to prophesy about my life. He placed his hand upon my shoulder and began to prophesy. “These were his words: “The Lord says to tell you that he Love you… He Love you – He love you! He said that after today, you will never be the same again!” He continued with his prophesy telling me things about my childhood life that only my close relative knew. I thought that what he was saying is too good to be true, so I was not too keen on listening to the entire prophesy. There was a spirit within me that was saying maybe my sister told him a few things about me; so I was not too keen on listening to the entire prophesy.

He then caught my attention when he says: “The Lord says he wants to take you back to your school days – Primary school, High school, the type of person that you were….” wow! This caught my attention. (During my High school days, I used to pray and read the Bible a lot; none of my family members knew this; I was even baptized in those days). He went on prophesying: “He said remember promises that you have made; when you use to sit by her feet and make promises…” (Here he is referring to my Grandmother – I did promised her that I would be there when Jesus Christ comes for the rapture of the church. He continued prophesying: “The Lord loves you, He loves you, He loves you; He has his hands upon you; He says after today, you will never be the same again – The Lord says; “Lots of prayer going up for you – lots of prayer!”

Now I know that the Lord was speaking to him that day. I really regretted not listening to the entire prophecy.

That day I gave my life to the Lord all over again…. The prophecy came through within a few days, I made a 180 degree turn in my life. First Thessalonians 5:20 says, “Despise not prophesying:” because I did not despise prophecy, and take heed to the word of God, my life has never been the same since, both physically and spiritually.

Today, I can tell you that I was lost when Jesus came and found me. Matthew 18:11 says; “the son of man is come to save that which was lost.”

I really want to thank God today, that he did not give up on me, even though I went astray. I was like a lost sheep; strayed away from the fold, and he kept searching until he found me and brought me back to the fold. Matthew 18:12 explains: “How think ye? If a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray?

And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that [sheep], than of the ninety and nine which went not astray. Even so it is not the will of your Father which is in heaven, that one of these little ones should perish.”

Bless your Holy name Lord, Thank you Jesus. Blessed be your Holy name Lord for remembering me.

Now my husband, Byron, as well as the Evangelist were amazed of how quickly my life was changed. I have changed from an ungodly person to a totally spiritually focused person. Before I got saved I could not read the Bible; Now, I am so much into the word it is like food for me. I have been going on fasting regularly and praying a lot in the mornings; for what specific reason was I fasting for? I had no idea at the time, only a burning desire to go on fasting and prayer. Breast feeding my baby at the time did not seem to stop the desire.

When I got saved however, it seems as though something was still missing in my life. I felt as if I was not at the place where the Lord wants me to be. I mentioned this to Christian individual and he said that most Christians are not at the place where they should be in the Lord, so I should not worry about it. That suggestion however, did not satisfy me so I continued to search the word of God for answers.

The Holy Spirit mentioned to me that I needed to read the epistle of John, in order for me to have a connection with God. I have started to do just that when my husband, Byron, told me about an Internet site at http://www.bible.com/ where I could find the Bible on the Internet. To my surprise, there was also the movie of the crucifixion of Christ. As you can tell, I watched the entire movie on line. This movie was taken from the entire Chapter of Luke. At the end of the movie, there was a sinner’s prayer. After saying the sinners’ prayer with conviction, I knew without a shadow of doubt that I was saved. My hands were in the air shouting out: “Here I am Lord, I believe.” There was a tremendous amount of joy
in my heart – I knew that the item that was missing in my life was the joy of salvation. ☺

Moreover, my spiritual life has become even more fascinating. I began to have heavenly visions/dreams which I would like to share just a few with you.

It is important to note that my visions are not for entertainment purposes, they are scripturally based. They are messages given to me by Jesus to be given to the world concerning His Second Coming, The Marriage Supper and Heaven. As well as the reality of who he is.

I have recently written a book called; "His Second Coming" Most of my visions can be seen in this book. This book is now in the hand of a Publisher.

You can read more of Marlene's vision and ministry at www.residenceforchrist.org

Minister Marlene Brown

@ Digi Plus God bless you

My God is ALLPOWERFUL i dont have to defend Him but Preach Him. Love you Jesus!

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LifeWords
21/6/2010

LOVE AND HATE
Read 1 John 3:11-15

11 This is the message you have heard from the beginning: We should love one another. 12 We must not be like Cain, who belonged to the evil one and killed his brother. And why did he kill him? Because Cain had been doing what was evil, and his brother had been doing what was righteous. 13 So don’t be surprised, dear brothers and sisters, if the world hates you.

14 If we love our Christian brothers and sisters, it proves that we have passed from death to life. But a person who has no love is still dead. 15 Anyone who hates another brother or sister is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.

Believe it or not there are some similarities between love and hate. If we hate someone we are consumed by them. Those who hate thrive on the prospect of expressing what they feel to that other person. Hatred stirs up memories of the other person which linger on and shape our lives. The big difference being, of course, that hatred hollows us out rather than fulfils us. To love someone is to be enriched by the encounter. To hate someone is to be diminished by the encounter.

In this passage, John puts it very bluntly. If we go on hating people we show we have no place in God’s family. Conversely, love for others is evidence of family membership. Not that love is the means by which we enter that family: it is the necessary outcome of the faith that does make us members. In this John echoes Jesus who said that love of fellow Christians was to be the mark of his disciples.

John draws on the example of Cain and Abel. Cain hated Abel because Abel was intent on being godly. Someone like that is a big threat to someone else who wants to be ungodly. Cain’s hatred led to murder. Though John points out that all hatred is essentially murderous. We wish the person didn’t exist, we don’t treat them or think of them as human. In contrast, love enriches the lives of others and our own as well.

Love and hate are both consuming passions. One creates, the other destroys.

Blessings
David Reay LifeWords http://www.hope1032.com.au/

John 3:3 (N I V) In reply Jesus declared, "I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.[a]"

Lord Jesus, Come into my Life. I am a sinner and I have sinned against you. Wash me with Your Blood and  be my personal Lord and Savior.Today I believe You died for me on the cross of Calvary and resurrected, Amen.

God bless you as you read this am giving you hours to see what will happen to your Life.

My God is ALLPOWERFUL i dont have to defend Him but Preach Him. Love you Jesus!

@nopuqeater

Have you heard of the names "Son of Hammas?" am sure if I post His Testimony here you will start arguing. Go to google and search the name "Son of Hammas" and you will understand no one make's up this stories.

The Indian man gave his names and Phone number have you contacted Him? am sure no' but your interested in insulting people and saying things to make you feel better.

I am not born to defend Jesus Christ, but I am born to serve Him and do His Will. The My God will deffend Himself on the day or Judgement and pretty soon. I am called to preach the Truth to the whole nations of th earth and not to deffend what is already written. I can give you names of believers with similar stories and You can go to google and check so Please brother Christ Love's you and I pray that you see visions and dreams soon in Jesus name.

God bless you bro with love

North Korean lady saved from execution by Christ
, story told by Dr David Yonggi Cho

Several years ago, a beautiful, elderly lady invited me to her home for dinner. This evening was to make a great impact on my life and ministry. Mrs. Park, a former congresswoman, joined me in the dining room and graciously sat down. As we sat before a sumptuous Korean dinner, she began to tell me her story. Although I had heard details concerning her testimony before, I considered it a privilege to hear it from her own lips.

"During the Communist North Korean attack on Seoul," she said softly. She paused as she tasted the rice that sat in front of her. "They came so quickly that most of the leading political figures did not have an opportunity to escape south. I went into my closet, found some old clothing and tried to disguise myself as an old peddler. As I was fleeing toward the South, I was arrested by the North Korean soldiers. I told them I was just a poor old woman, but they did not believe me. The soldiers took me into the headquarters building for questioning. The more I denied that I was someone of importance, the more they questioned me until one of the men took my hands and told me I was lying. 'These are not the hands of a peddler, they are too soft,' he said. Soon I was brought before one of the officers who gave me my sentence. 'You are going to be shot at dawn tomorrow,' he said very abruptly.

"The hallway was damp and cold. I could just hear the faint rumbling of traffic above me, as they took me into a basement prison cell. All I had were the few old scraps of clothes I had used in my attempt to disguise myself. By this time I was very tired, and I laid down on the cement floor. As my mind raced through all of the things that had happened to me, I felt great sorrow and remorse.


"What a way to see your glorious life end, I said to myself. You had everything. You know so many people, but tonight is your last night. What will happen to you tomorrow? I continued to question as I fell asleep.

"It is always hard to be awakened out of a deep sleep. But when you realize that this is the last time you will ever be awakened, it is doubly hard. A young man about twenty years old took my arm and firmly led me back through the cellar hallway, up the stairs and out into the street. When the bright sunlight hit my face, I was blinded, but I was not blind enough to miss the rifle he had pressed against his right shoulder.

"We walked several blocks, and I noticed the hollow shells that remained out of what were once lovely, although small homes. All of these houses were pressed against each other as if to try to protect each other from the harsh cold that had greeted us this morning. My eyes filled with tears, as I began to remember all of the major events of my life. I remembered always having to be involved. For a Korean woman to neglect marriage and the raising of children in order to lead a section of the anti-Japanese resistance—is not common. I remembered all of the excitement as the Americans defeated the Japanese, and we were all free at last. I had entered politics to pursue my goal of justice for the people, but soon I had been caught up in the social climbing that accompanies new-found power.

"My mind then went back to our little Methodist church. I sat through the sermons with disinterest, but I really enjoyed singing the hymns. In fact, I often found myself humming some of my favourite hymns when I was frightened or lonely. 'What a Friend We have in Jesus,' I sang quietly under my breath. More tears welled up in my eyes and began streaming down my face as I said to myself, 'You never really ever accepted Jesus Christ as your Saviour.' This statement in my mind and softly on my lips caused me to suffer even deeper feelings of pain and frustration.

"I wondered if Jesus would forgive me and save me right then? Now with all the resolve I could muster I said, 'Jesus, I am going to die in a few minutes. I have been a sinful woman. I don't deserve it, but please forgive this old woman her sins and save me like you did the thief on the cross.'

"Suddenly, I felt a joy fill my inner heart. My heart was pounding so fast, I was sure the young man, who was curiously looking at me as we walked up the hill toward the place of my execution, could hear me. I was forgiven, I was free, and I was ready to die.

"I sincerely believe that no one is ready for life without Christ, but even less ready for death without the assurance that only the Lord Jesus Christ can bring. Now that I was happy and free I began to sing aloud, 'All our sins and griefs to bear, what a privilege to carry, everything to God in prayer.

'Shut up, old woman!' the boy-turned-soldier shouted at me. 'Stop your singing now!'
"'Why should I obey you now?' I asked. 'Isn't it true that I am going to die anyway? I am now a Christian, I was just saved walking up this hill, and I will take my last few minutes left on this earth to praise my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.'

'Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine; oh, what a foretaste of glory divine.' I started a new hymn just for the rude, young soldier. Suddenly, all of the words of this hymn came back into my memory, and I continued to sing as loud as I could.

At the side of another hill on the outskirts of the city, I noticed there was a flat area. The young man took out a shovel and began to dig my grave. As he dug, I continued singing. He occasionally looked up at me, then would continue digging. When he was finished, he took a blindfold, put it over my eyes and said, 'Old woman, do you have any last words you want to say before I kill you and bury your body?' Although my eyes were blindfolded, I felt I could see right into the heart of the young executioner in front of me.
"'Yes,' I said feeling sorry for him, 'I have only a few things to say. I have led a very wonderful life on this earth, but as we walked up here, you had to notice that something happened to me. I woke up this morning full of fear, but now, I have peace and joy. You see, I was only a nominal Christian this morning, but now I am saved. I only wish you too could know this wonderful Savior Jesus Christ.' I could have said more, but right at that moment I felt someone telling me to pray for my young guard.

"'May I spend the last moments of my life praying for your soul?' I asked, stepping down into the hole that he had dug which was to be my grave. I knelt down and began to pray.

After only praying a few minutes, I heard the young man crying. I finished my prayer and said, 'I am finished. You may shoot me now.' But nothing happened. What could be wrong? I said, 'I am finished praying. You may shoot.'
"'I can't, I heard him say above what I perceived to be sobs of agonizing tears. He stepped down into the grave, pulled off my blindfold and looked me in the eyes. 'My mother used to pray for me like that. I can see her praying for me now. When I lifted up my rifle to shoot you, I saw a vision of my mother, and I can't shoot my mother.'

"'You must obey your orders or they will kill you,' I said, now concerned more for his life than I was for my own.
"'I can't kill you. Please, run away when I shoot into the sky,' he said, as he untied my hands, and let me go. I ran into the hills to safety."

By the time Mrs. Park had finished the story, I found myself crying with her, not concerned that I had hardly eaten the food. Mrs. Park is now in heaven, but she spent the rest of her life witnessing to leaders concerning Jesus Christ's ability to deliver and set prisoners free. She started the first "Presidential Prayer Breakfast" in Korea and was able to touch the hearts of many of our most powerful political and economic leaders.

However, I remember her looking me in the eye at the end of her story and saying something to me that has had a great impact.
"Pastor Cho, you are a young man. You have a great future in the ministry, but I have to advise you about something which you are never to forget. Preach the Kingdom of God. Never get sidetracked. Preach all of the Gospel of the Kingdom. Never allow convenience or prominence to keep you from preaching the message that Jesus preached. Again I say, preach the Kingdom of God!"

I have never forgotten these words from this Korean saint.

Excerpt from the book "More Than Numbers".

David Yonggi Cho is the Senior Pastor of the Yoido Full Gospel Church. He is also the Founder, President and Chairman of the Board of Directors for the Church Growth International Ministry.

Story published here with permission from Peggy Kannaday of Church Growth International.

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Ciniraj Mohamed - Indian muslim meets Jesus Christ

Bro. CINIRAJ MOHAMED of SALEM VOICE

I was born on 25th May, 1954 as the fourth child of Janab Kassim Pillai Labba, a retired headmaster and Fathima Beevi. My house is known as "Kochera". It is an ancient, prominent and orthodox Muslim family at Kalloor, a rural area in Trivandrum, South India.

More than 4000 muslim families inhabiting in our area and some hindus at suburbs. No Christians at all. There was not even a single christian in the schools where I was studied.

Our mosque is around thousand years old. My ancestors spread the religion of Islam in that place and built the mosque. My ancestoral home is very close to the mosque. The land revenue and the axillary records of the mosque were kept in my father's name well into my boyhood. My ancestors were entitled to muslim priesthood by heredity. They had the designation as "Labba" with their names to indicate the priesthood.

In these circumstances, I was brought up with great regard and love for Islamic teachings and its practices and of my family. I did my religious education before I started regular schooling. No bad habits existed in the way of our family life. I even wrote a book about the Qur'an.

My college education was held at a Christian institution called Mar Ivanios College, which is in Trivandrum city. The vast majority of my college classmates were christians. I was only muslim in the class. I had difficulty to mingle with my classmates in the beginning. But gradually I became close and intimate with them. Actually it led me to evil associations and wretched habits. I started smoking, began to use drugs and alcohol, done streaking, being known as rowdy in the city. Damaging reports and ugly pictures concerning me began to appear in the news papers. As a result my parents, brothers, sisters and dear ones were greatly disturbed. It seemed I may have to discontinue my education. If so I wanted to prove I could succeed on my own by going to the Arabian Gulf even as a stow-away.

By this time I became addicted on drugs and alcohol. My body began to shiver and I became very tense if I did not use drugs at the habitual times. I was on the watch-list of the Police. My parents cut off the money which they were giving me regularly. I had lot of friends, ready for any adventure, when I had money in my pocket. As a matter of fact my earlier friends became my sworn enemies in my period of trial. I lost my peace of mind.

It was at this juncture that some missionary students gathered courage to talk to me. They claimed that Jesus is the Son of God, who was crucified for the mankind. He rose from the dead and He is the king of peace. They further claimed that if one believes in Him and confesses all sins he will become a new person. I could not even imagine that Prophet Isa (Jesus) is the son of God or that he was crucified and rose from the dead. In turn exhorted them to reach heaven by believing in Islam which is the true religion. I had heated arguments with them on many occasions. They could only find fault with my wretched life, but could not prevail over my arguments or prove my ideas wrong.

But without losing heart, one day they brought some leaflets. The leaflets were based on the Bible which I considered forbidden, for it is abrogated. Hence I went into a rage. The thought that the advice that I had given them earlier regarding Islam, had made no impact on them increased my rage. I tored the leaflets into pieces. With despicable words I threw the pieces into their faces and I gave warning that I would destroy them if they continue misleading others.

It was a serious matter that the students of priesthood in cassocks were publicly insulted and persecuted, specially in the compound of a christian institution. It looked almost certain that I would be expelled from the college. I could also expect troubles from any direction. The next day I went to the college armed with weapons, intending to cause violent incidents. When I entered the class the missionary students ran to me and embraced with love and joy. They surprised me by expressing regret for having caused mental distress on me. If the college was run by my religion and I was in the place of a missionary, surely I would not have let one, persecutes me, scot free. In fact, I was touched by their love, kindness and gentle nature. The Holy Spirit, which reminds us about sin, righteousness and judgement, began to work upon me.

That night I found a piece of paper in a text book in my room. On it was written, "The saying is sure and worthy of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came to the world to save sinners, for whom I am the foremost" (1Tim 1:15). On the reverse side of the paper was written, "For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Rom 6:23). I did not know those were the verses from the Bible. But I was overcome with thoughts.

All the sins, the excessions and violations that I had committed since childhood began to appear before me as if on a screen. I recognized all my inequities, big and small. Each one of them transformed into a blister on my body. The blisters burst open and became sores. The flesh and bones, from where pus began to flow out, became very hot and began to melt. Worms were competing to get at the marrow of the bones. The pain was unbearable. The stench could not be described. I was being pulled into a bottomless pit. There was nobody to save me. I cried out, "God, save me".

Then a man, holy and bright, descended from heaven and touched me. I understood it was Jesus. For a moment I closed my eyes with a heavenly joy, for His touch cooled my body and mind. When I opened my eyes all the blisters and sores had disappeared from my body. I am purified as if washed with a perfumed ointment. But Jesus who came in bright and spotless was now infected with blisters and sores. Pus and discharges were flowing out of them. Worms and maggots were roaming freely on his body. It was like an abominable, foul smelling creature. Yes! "Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our inequities; upon him was the chastisement that made us whole, and with his stripes we are healed" (Is 53:4-5).

Christ had taken on himself all my afflictions. I should have been condemned to death for all my sins. But I saw Christ taking on all my sins and being crucified in my place for my sake.

Earlier I never believed that Christ was crucified. I used to ask how our sins would be washed away by his death, even if he was crucified. But now I was convinced how and for what Christ died.

"For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God" (2 Cor 5:21).

I saw Jesus breaking the tomb and rising up from the dead. He was more glorious and resplendent in resurrection than he descended from the clouds. I fell at his feet crying, "My Lord and my God".

I do not know whether this experience which occurred me in my own house in an area where there are no christians, is a dream, or a revelation or a vision. I was not at all believing such kind of matters. But this experience transformed me into a Christian. It enabled me to throw away the old man and made me to become a new man. I received joy and peace the like of which I never knew before.

I shared my conversion of mind and joy at the same night to my parents. Although they listened me, but tried to dissuade saying this was only a trick played by Iblis (Satan). But I was convinced that the loving God has saved me through His only Son and that I would inherit eternal life. As a result I had to face torture and threats in my life. I was baptized in the water as soon as I accepted Him as my personal Saviour. God baptized me with the Holy Spirit too.

One day I was narrating my christian experiences to some of my friends near the mosque. Suddenly one of my cousin brothers named Salim stabbed me with a knife. My lower jaw was split. Everybody thought that I may die. But God saved me and made me a witness again at that place. Salim was making arrangements to murder me in another way and had a plan to convert it into a suicide. For the same he was buisily making a noose at the top of a tree. But a whirl wind blew and Salim fell with the branch of the tree. He was near to death. Instinctively I wished for his death. But Jesus ordered me to love and nurse Salim as He had loved me when I was His enemy. At my initiative Salim was taken to the hospital and was in plaster for more than six months. When Salim recovered he accepted Jesus as his Savior.

The Jama'ath authorities chained me, shaved my head, locked me in an underground cellar when yet another person became a Christian. When I tried to escape acid was sprayed on me. I was beaten up several times and even lost a few teeth. I considered these experiences as lucky de in the name of Jesus and as symbal of my spiritual fervour. The Lord visited a few more people who caused trouble on me. Most of them led to believe in Jesus. My parents and siblings who banned me from the entire area is now visiting me, and are willing to pray with me, though in private. My family and I can now visit with confidence our ancesteral home and the adjoining muslim neighbourhood as witnesses to the Gospel. The Living God is helping us in that.

I have a deep burden about those who go astray. Also He empowered me to preach Gospel. By Gods grace I have already preached before thousands of crowds. Preaching the Word of God, using the gift of healing, counseling, sharing the testimony are the part of my preaching ministry.

While many who take pride in calling themselves christians look upon gospel work with contempt, I consider it only God's grace that I look upon proclaiming the Gospel as a great honour. My goal is to win the muslim world as well as the third world unto the Salvation.

Bro. Ciniraj Mohamed,
Director, Salem Voice,
Baseelia, Devalokam (P.O),
Kottayam, Kerala-686038, INDIA
Telephone & Fax: 0091 481 573532;
Mobile: 00 98470 51532
E-Mail: siniraj@vsnl.com

Seeing Jesus - Mark WattenfordSeeing Jesus - Mark Wattenford

The following two excerpts tell of my death experiences and of seeing Jesus face to face

Death By Poisoning

Some months after the car wreck I encountered another brush with death and another trip out of my body. At the time I was taking medication for a potential ulcer condition. Ulcers ran in the family. I use to hang around with a guy that took medication for some other reason. Anyway, I was in the bathroom after my friend had just left from a visit and I reached down grabbed my pills and took them. The problem was that they were not my pills they were my friends and he had left a few on the bathroom counter. They looked so much like my own I did not pay enough attention to the fact that they were not. Not knowing yet what I had done I left the bathroom and proceeded down the hall. Then I started feeling strange. Then I started feeling my heart start to pound. I went toward the couch to sit down, but even before I could get there I broke out into a drenching sweat. It was like perspiration just exploded from my pores. I was drenched. I sat on the edge of the couch and my heart started to beat very strong and breathing was getting harder. My chest was starting to bulge from the force of my heart. I slumped back on my back in hopes of calming down. As I lay there on my back I looked downward across my chest and my rib cage was bulging with each heartbeat. Then my heart gave one giant push and it seemed my rib cage raised three inches and froze. That was it. I was gone. I was no longer in my body in California. I was now hovering at the ceiling in the house I grew up in on 8th Ave. in Spokane Washington. I was in the living room and I could not believe the magnitude of the peace I felt just being out of my body. The clarity of everything around me was like the difference in waking up from a dream into reality. I had 360 degree vision. The calm, the peace, the joy I felt was indescribable. I wasn't in heaven; there was just that much peace and joy being out of a body that was continually warring for its way. It is amazing how much we endure just having to live in a body which is subjected to the curse of sin. The colors were so bright. My senses were so keen and sharp. I could see out the front door across over to the neighbors house. The sun light was so pure and golden to me it looked like the air was filled with liquid gold. I was just soaking up this wonderful experience without any realization, at first, as to how I got there. Then I started to contemplate how I did get there. Let's see, the last thing I remember was that I was in California. Let's see, I was sitting on the couch and there was something wrong with my heart. O my gosh the last thing was that my heart gave one last heave and stopped and now I'm here !

Now in the midst of this overwhelming wonderment came a sense of overwhelming grief. I figured I was dead, but I was not grieving that I had died. I was taken by extreme grief that either my mother, my sister, or my brother was going to find my body and I did not want them to have to go through that. I felt so horrible that they would find me dead and wanted so desperately that they need not have to be subjected to that. Then I became aware of two individuals off in the distance conversing with each other and the subject of their conversation was me. They were speculating on what decision was about to be made concerning me. Then some spiritual realm opened up below me and it was an entryway into Hell. I could see, peripherally, the flames of Hell far below me, but I did not look directly downward. I was suspended between Heaven and Hell still aware of earth and feeling as though my eternity was being weighed in the balance. I could see what was like a highway before me made of pure transparent gold that led up to the very throne of God. Even with the prospect of Hell below me and that I might soon be on my way there it never took hold me. I was so consumed with the concern of my family finding me dead I could think of nothing else. I felt so responsible. I wanted to make it right. I did not want them to suffer that. But I had no idea how to get back to my body, or how to get back in it or even how to get it jump started again. So here I was standing before God stripped of myself once again in what turned out to be my second, "O, God" statement. That's all I could do again. I had a situation I could do nothing about and I just fell before God saying, "O, God". Whoosh ! I went flying through the air and there I was above the roof of the apartment where we lived. I could see through the roof and my body lying on its back on the couch. And like going down a playground slide I slid down through the ceiling, through the top of my head and back into my body. My eyes popped open and I lay there totally astonished thinking of the peace and joy I had felt and how thankful I was that I would not be found dead. I do not know who or what those two beings were that were contemplating my fate. I figured they were angels or other saints that had already gone on to be with the Lord, but I could not tell which they were. They were one or the other. What in the world had happened to me ? I lay there for a little while until I felt it was safe to get up and walk around. I got up and went to the bathroom to try piece together what had happened to me. Was it my medicine that did this. Why had it done it this time and not before. I went into the bath room and there on the counter were a couple of remaining pills. On closer investigation I realized these were not my pills. They were Tim's.

I did find out from a doctor sometime later what had occurred. It was a chemically induced cardiac arrest. And, thank the lord again, because of the make up and reaction of the medicine on my heart it did not do it any damage. It just stopped it. So for a bit I was a dead person with a perfectly good heart it had just stopped and was in need of someone knowledgeable in jump starting hearts, God.

Now I was really starting to wonder about death and the hereafter. I had received Christ at twelve years old at camp in Cedar Crest in the San Bernardino mountains, but I was about 18 now and had wandered quite a ways from God or doing what he wanted me to do. These experiences were definitely giving me cause to get back. The car wreck, life passing before my eyes, and now this and seeing hell below me! Was I even saved ?

Face To Face With Jesus

That question, Was I saved?, became more and more the priority in my thoughts. I had two encounters with death and in both situations the question seemed to be whether I was saved or not. I had asked the Lord into my life and accepted him when I was twelve, but my life did not have any signs that would verify it. In fact I had grown to hate Christians. My mind pondered and pondered. It went over and over the car wreck to the point where I began to think maybe I really did die and everything around me was just a continuing delusion from life and that soon it would all dissolve and I would find myself in hell. That's right I really began to think and to believe things like that. My concern and fear of not being saved was becoming so strong I was starting to lose touch with reality. It got so bad that I quite literally at times felt that if I heard a pin drop it would put me over the edge.

I was directing theater at Biola college in La Mirada California as I was approaching the worst of my condition. I just barely made it through directing the play, Revolt At The Portholes when I received a job offer in Bottineau, North Dakota where I grew up. I thought maybe getting out of L.A. and working and being away from everything there might help so I went. I haphazardly threw clothes and a few of my books into a suitcase and off I went. I did not know what inspiring little book I had thrown into my suitcase until I was there in North Dakota staying with my uncle. My Aunt worked in the hospital in question so she set up the interview. I went and I did not get the job. I thought the job was all arranged. So there I was with nothing to do in North Dakota, but to sit there with my thoughts; and my thoughts were killing me. I got into my suitcase and there was a little book called "The A.B.C.s of Fasting". I had no idea what fasting was. I was brought up in a Baptist church with my mother and a Lutheran church with my Grandmother. So what was fasting ? I read it and it explained how it is the way to get hold of God. That is what I had to do. I had to get a hold of God. I felt very literally that I had to get hold of God or one of two things was
going to happen. I would either go insane from the fears I was having or it would kill me and I did not think that was an exaggeration. So it was not a matter of a choice to go on a fast to seek God. It was a matter of survival. I started my fast. I had nothing but water. I thought I would read my Bible through while I was on it so I started at Genesis. Now I had been to church all my life, but I did not know the difference between the Old Testament and the New Testament so when I got to the part in Exodus about having to sacrifice bulls and stuff for my sins I got real discouraged because I did not know how in the world I was going to get a bull to offer for my sins or even how I was to go about it. That added to my depression and my confusion. After the third day of my fast my mind became so unbelievably clear. It was like having a super mind. It became so aware of everything and I could remember things throughout my whole life in such clarity. The trouble was I could remember my sins with increased clarity. I was becoming plagued more and more not by the spirit of conviction which is from God but by the spirit of condemnation and accusation which is from the enemy. It was at times an incredibly wonderful experience as my spirit would soar with hope and then would become a living nightmare as faces would come before me in my bed and accuse me of every sin I had done and even sins I hadn't done as long as I would believe them. There is where I learned that one of Satan's axioms is "If it works. use it". He started telling me I was the re-incarnated Judas Iscariot and I was going to hell and that God allowed me to be re-incarnated only as part of his mercy because I was going to hell for betraying Christ in a former life. Mind you I did not have a real solid Christian foundation under me to know that reincarnation was garbage or not. I mixed every idea I heard with Christianity to see where it was suppose to fit, not knowing that a lot of it was not suppose to fit at all. Satan used all these bizarre thoughts to really rattle my cage. He said World War I and World War II and Viet Nam were all my fault. Like I said if he thinks it will work he'll use it. He has no scruples in such things. I must say I know this was a much harder fight for my salvation than usual and the reason is that our family has, for many years, been involved with the occult. I made a pact with Satan at about 14 or 15 years old and what I asked for in that pact I got. That was part of my battle now. He was telling me I belonged to him and there was no hope of going to heaven or receiving Jesus and all this fast crap wouldn't do me any good.

I had a phone conversation with my mother about the eighth day of my fast and mentioned how concerned I was that I could not find or afford to get a bull to sacrifice for my sins and she asked what in the world had I been reading. I told her I had started at the beginning of the Bible and got upset when I found I needed to sacrifice a bull. Well I found out that was bull. She tried to explain to me about being in a different dispensation and to read the New Testament first because that is what had to do with me. O.K., I thought I'll do that. In my mind I was still thinking, "What's a dispensation"? It could have been some kind of a duck for all I knew. So I started reading the New Testament. I started to read how I didn't need a bull or a lamb and that Jesus Christ was the Lamb of God. Boy was that ever a joyful moment to read that I did not have to find my own bull, besides I didn't need any more bull in my life. I was dealing with all I could handle at the time; thinking I had caused World War II and all. Then I started reading about something called a "Holy Spirit". "What in the world is a Holy Spirit ! ?" The Bible said that Jesus said that when he went he was sending back the comforter. Man! What is a Comforter! I want to know! I need something to comfort me.

This was getting to be about the twelve day of my fast now. I was still walking on pins and needles about my salvation. I felt condemned to hell most of the time but I kept pursuing God. Sitting in the kitchen of my Aunt's place and my uncle sitting there having lunch on break from work I began to share what I was reading about the Holy Spirit thinking it would be a wonderful conversation and maybe since my Aunt always seemed so involved with church she could add some light on the matter. So I opened up and said how I was reading in the Bible about something called the Holy Spirit and how it says God gives us that when we become Christians and that we receive power to do things I had never heard about before in church. I mean it said that sick people would get healed and all kinds of stuff. So there I sat at the kitchen table waiting for some piece of wonderful advice and edification to proceed out of the mouth and off the tongue of my seemingly seasoned christian aunt. She began to scream at me, "You leave that Holy Spirit stuff alone, That stuff is of the Devil. You'll go crazy and go to hell if you mess with that. That Holy Spirit crap is straight out of hell." Would you believe me if I told you I sat there in shock; not minor shock, major shock. Boy was I confused. This was my aunt who was always doing things with ladies groups at church and carried her Bible around and here was a Bible in my hands that talked about a Holy Spirit and receiving power from God and that it was good and part of our inheritance. I wondered if we had the same Bible. She was in such an uncontrollable rage I thought I just better sit there and be quiet.

Over the next few days the air was thick as tar. My fast was continuing and that was worrying both my aunt and my uncle and now that I was getting hung up in this Holy Spirit stuff they were getting real agitated. About the 16th day she gave me an ultimatum. She said that I had to get off the fast and leave all that crap alone or I had to go back to California. It was not a choice to me. I was still fighting for my life and my sanity. So I just said I would start packing.

So there I was again back in California still battling with my salvation. Now it was the 18th day, then the 19th day, then it was the 20th day. I wanted to go 40 days like they seem to do in the Bible. I guess I had the thought that it had to be 40 days to be a real fast. It had to be 40 days to get the answers you were looking for, but lying there on the 20th day I began to get little twinges for something to eat. I had not been at all hungry in all those days. Hunger leaves you after the second or third day. I felt that it was time to end the fast. So, after much contemplation on whether to end it or not I decided to do so and to try do what my little A.B.C.s of Fasting book said to do to break a fast. Do it slow and easy. All I was suppose to have after that length of time was about an ounce or two of orange juice. So I poured my self a small glass and took a sip. My Gosh! That was the strongest tasting stuff. Having been on a fast for so long and cleaning out my body had sharpened my sense of taste and I could not handle how strong that orange juice tasted. So I mixed it about 10 to 1 with water. I sipped it again and it was plenty tasty even diluted that much. Then as I stood there in the kitchen taking little sips of orange juice I noticed in the cupboard a bag of marshmallows. I thought I would nibble on one marshmallow with my orange juice. That seemed safe to me. Pretty tasty stuff! Not exactly a great combination, orange juice and marshmallows, but very tasty. After I had finished I lay on the couch and thought, O.K. God I have done what I can. I am leaving my soul and salvation in your hands. I closed my eyes and just sort of began to, what I call "twilight". That's where you are not really asleep, but you are not really awake and you are aware of it. You are conscious of the fact that you are just "twilighting". Then, poof, I was gone again, out of my body. I was sitting in a chair as solid as anything in this life. It seemed it was suspended in mid air above what seemed to be hell. I could see the flames lashing upwards towards me. And there in front of my face was Satan cursing me and reminding me of everything I had done and what an idiot I was to expect to be saved. And he stuck his face in mine and unceasingly and mercilessly went on and on with his accusations. I was so stricken with the fear of the truth of so much of what he was saying. I did not know what to do. I could not defend myself. I was guilty. I was a sinner and not a small one. My mind groped for what to do. I was unable to speak. My hands were limp at my sides. And then the only thought that came to me was the memory of how my mother taught me to fold my hands in prayer when I was a little boy of about 3 years old. I thought, that's what I'll do. I'll just put my hands together to pray. As I began to raise my hands Satan jumped back as though I had shocked him for some reason. Then in the same moment I felt an unseen force between my hands pushing them apart. Satan did not want my hands to come together in prayer. I did not know he was so affected by the mere thought of someone deciding to pray. It was an incredible force pushing my hands apart. It felt like it became a battle for my life and I put everything I had into just putting my hands together. I seemed to break out in a sweat which is in itself interesting since I was out of my body in some place I couldn't tell where and wondered why I seemed to have a body at all. In desperation I pushed and pushed and my hands slowly moved toward each other and the closer they got the more desperate the look on Satan's face became. After a long struggle my two hands finally came close enough for just my middle fingers on both hands to touch each other. At that point, as they touched, I was totally drained of energy and I cried out in a voice so loud it seemed like it filled the universe. "O, God!" That was the third time out of my body and the third, "O, God". The very micro-second I cried that out Satan, the chair, the flames, the whole room shot out forward away from me like watching the Enterprise shift from pulse drive into warp 9.8. And it went with a funny high pitched shrieking whizzing sound. I was in a void for just a moment's time when something came from the distance at me and again with a strange kind of sound, but this was a low pitched "rumming" sound. I thought this scene had come to me. I have since reflected on the thought that maybe I was the one traveling and I went to it. Anyway there was a flesh and bone person before me. And before I could even think to speak I heard my own voice say, "It's really you". I was surrounded by the Shekina Glory of God and there, sitting on a very large pure white boulder, was Jesus Christ. My attention sort of spiraled in on him first noticing the peripheral things. I saw he was bare footed then my attention working clock wise noticed his robe and how absolutely unbelievably white it was. It was so white there are no words on earth to describe it. Everything on earth are just ugly shades of gray in comparison. My attention went up to his shoulders and I saw his hair like the color of ripe black olives just brushing the tops of his shoulders. Coming around about waist level I was reveling again in the brightness of his robe. Then up to his cheek. He was looking off to the side with his right side toward me. His cheeks were so emaciated looking like someone who had not eaten. He was, by our standards a homely looking guy, but I was at this point quite confused at what I saw. He had no beard as I had grown up to think of him as having and he had these horrible sort of pock marks in his cheeks sort of like you see people who have had extreme cases of acne that have severely disfigured their face. That very much puzzled me. Then my attention moved up his face and there I caught him eye to eye. There are no words ever made on earth to convey what I saw. They were like flames of black fire and it was as though I were looking into another universe within him that was without limits, that was endless in size and that was made of the pure substance of Love. I was looking into an endless universe of pure Love. Then it was as if I were holding a case of dynamite that went off in my hands. The power I encountered in his eyes blew me backwards with such force I felt I was propelled through the entire universe and maybe I was. I began to slow down and then I could see the ceiling in front of my face. It was only about an inch in front of my face. I was hovering up by the ceiling again in the apartment and I could see my body below me on the couch. I slowly began to float downward like one of those slow falling dandelion seed "puffs". Slowly I descended toward my body and as I entered in through my chest I could feel my body grasp hold of me again. It felt like two giant ugly claws coming up from both sides and grabbing me with a "thud". It was a sickening feeling having come from glory and re-entering an un-glorified chunk of sin racked flesh we call our bodies.

I knew what I had seen. I knew, that I knew, that I knew I had just been face to face with Jesus Christ himself, but I had a problem. I had never heard of this ever having happened to anyone before. I wondered if I was the only one in the whole world. I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't know if I should tell someone or what. That was my very first prayer just moments after having returned. I prayed, "Lord if this has happened to anyone else please show me and lead me to them to confirm what I have just gone through". Over just the next few weeks God brought me to about 60 other people that had relative experiences.

It was about 3-1/2 months later that the confusing puzzle was solved about why Jesus did not have a beard when I saw him. In fact it became a question in my mind whether I had seen the real Jesus or not because he did not have a beard. But then one glorious day when reading my Bible there I read that as they brought him before Pilate and the crucifixion they pulled his beard out by the handfuls. That explained it ! I had seen the real Jesus and what I saw in that pocked and scarred looking face were the scars of them having pulled and ripped his beard out by the roots.

Jesus had an emaciated, scarred and homely face, but I can say from true experience that if heaven had nothing else to offer it would suffice just to sit and look into his face for all eternity.
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Debating about Religion is never my life,cos I cant ask someone to accept Christ as His savior true debate or Arguments but true my actions and the Grace of God he can be touched.

I have posted allot of testimonies here and am not here to fool anyone. It's not everything you dont see then you think it can't Happen? My Dad before he passed away though a Christian but He had a copy of the Quaran for about 10 yrs and also had a Bible. A friend of mine in Holland Has qur'an or Bible. Look even in Saudi Arabia allot of people have Bible; ask me why? they all have their reasons for having it. And when you talk of Jesus- before there was Qua'an the Bible has existed and the Jesus Christ in Bible is never the Isa in your Quar'an so please get this Point straight.

God bless you.

2 Chronicles 7:14 (New King James Version)
14 if My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.

We always use out mouth to condemn our Politicians and Leaders- but Remember the Bible say's " Life and death is in the power of the Tongue" I am guilty of it also.

Please let's stop that and start praying for the Men in Authority in Nigeria especially the President. We are Spiritual Legislators as if we submit our Petition to God in prayers believe me. Changes will Occur from The Presidency to the Local Council officials.

Please stop saying bad things about the Leaders and Let's just keep believing God and pray for them. With God nothing is impossible. He is waiting for few people like us to pray for Him to answer us. Let's not pray for our daily bread but also pray for men in Authority, because if God intervene Believe me Nigeria will have a Turn around.

I am not a son of any politician or any one in Government. But I just feel let's talk positive about Nigeria and pray for our Leaders.

I believe The Lord Jesus Christ will hear us in Jesus name.

Psalms 88:9 Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.