Giving all the Praise, Honor and Glory unto the Lord through whom this testimony is made possible this eleventh day of November 2000. Edited this 20th day of December to include the following quote from my Doctor, Dr. Dino Delaportas, MD

"I rejoice in awe of you and the miracles the Lord has performed."

My physician, as evidenced in the enclosed document, has confirmed the miracles I received from the Lord during a Faith and Victory Service at the World Harvest Church with Pastor Rod Parsley delivering the Word on November 5th, 2000.

On Monday the 13th of May 1985 I was involved in a motorcycle v. train accident which resulted in a Closed Head Injury (massive traumatic brain injury), Ruptured Optic Nerve (right eye), and Spinal Injuries. These injuries left me a quadriplegic (no use of my lower extremities and only partial use of my right hand with no feeling on my entire right side) cognitive deficits and short-term memory loss. As you can imagine these injuries were tremendously life changing. However, being a Born Again Christian, as well as having been an Emergency Medical Technician for several years before my accident, I was better situated in overcoming my injuries and moving forward with my life.

Although I was confined to a wheelchair I was able to continue through Him in my education at Salisbury State University, Hagerstown Junior College, and Prince George's Community College where I was a student in General Studies and Para-Legal Studies.

While attending Salisbury State University in 1987, I became involved in wheelchair sports and excelled in Shooting. Over the next three years God blessed me with 39 Gold Medals, 14 Silver, and 3 Bronze and opportunities to compete in Regional, State, National, International, World Championships, and the 1988 Paralympics in Seoul, South Korea. During this time God also blessed me with 19 National and World Records.

In 1993, while attending Prince George's Community College, I was blessed in an internship with Judge William D. Missouri the Administrative Judge of the Circuit Court for Prince George's County (the first such internship in the Para-Legal program).

During the time between 1994 - June 2000, I went through a lot of turmoil in both my personal and professional life and was separated in faith through choice and ignorance - I thought I knew better without the Lord - was I ever wrong. This was perhaps the most destructive time in my life. I attempted suicide twice, lost the love of my life (so I thought), lost a business, and lots of friends.

Finally in July 2000, due to circumstances beyond my control, I was stuck at my Sister-in-Christ's house with a broken down van. During this time I was lead back to the Lord and magnificent things started happening. I became so full of the Spirit that I lost control and have completely surrendered unto Him. I became active in the Church (The Tabernacle Church of Laurel, MD) and have been working on computers at the church since.
About three weeks before the November 5th service at the World Harvest Church the Lord moved in me that I needed to be in Columbus, Ohio on November 5th. I didn't know why. I didn't know anyone in Columbus nor had I ever heard of Pastor Rod Parsley or the World Harvest Church. Then about two weeks later I saw in infomercial about a Dept Burning Service at the World Harvest Church and the fact that the church was located in Columbus, Ohio. The Lord immediately came over me and led me to call the church right then to get the information, which ultimately lead to my being there on November 5th.

On the evening of Thursday, November 2nd I went to service at the Tabernacle Church in Laurel, MD and gave testimony that the Lord had placed it on my heart that I was to go to the World Harvest Church in Columbus, Ohio and that I was to receive a healing - just what healing I didn't know as I had several ailments. Pastor Gurley then prayed over me for a healing that manifested the next morning with the feeling being restored to my right hand. Later that Thursday evening Pastor Gurley took an offering in order that my gas be covered to get me to Columbus - otherwise, without this blessing from God, I would not have been able to receive the awesome blessing that the Lord has provided.

Upon arrival at the World Harvest Church I called into the church from the parking lot, on my cell phone to speak with Ed McKee to see if there was some type accommodation that I may freshen up after my more than 400 mile drive. During this conversation I was informed that Ed was not there and that I had called in on the Prayer Line and the offer was extended for prayer. I accepted the offer and during this prayer a burning sensation came over my feet and I knew that the Lord was once again at work in my body and at that point I declared through Him that I would be healed and that I would accept His blessing that would enable me to walk. I revealed this to the prayer partner and asked that she keep an eye out for this miracle and then come shake my hand afterward so that I may meet her and thank her for agreeing in this healing.

During the service at the World Harvest Church on November 5th Pastor Parsley called all those with diabetes to come forward - and while I was up there the Pastor named several other afflictions and during this time I could feel the Lord working on my body and when I went to adjust myself in my wheelchair one of your ushers asked if I was trying to get out of my chair - and before I had a chance to respond the Spirit took control and spoke through me and said "I'm going to jump out of this chair in thirty seconds" - well guess what? - in thirty seconds I was standing for the first time in 15 ¨ö years. The ushers then asked if I could walk - I didn't know - after all this was the first I had stood in 15 ¨ö years - I took a few steps forward and back and they asked if I could walk up the steps and I replied "lets ask the Lord" - and with that the Lord walked me up the steps onto platform (stage) on which the pulpit stands.

Before I entered the World Harvest Church that evening I tested my blood sugar and it as 470 without insulin for the prior three days. After I returned to my seat in the witness of the ushers and God Himself I tested my Blood sugar again - it as 128: Praise God!!!

And the healing hasn't stopped. After returning to Laurel I called Pastor Gurley to inform him of the awesome miracles and ask that I be allowed to go into the sanctuary at the Tabernacle Church to give Praise and Worship unto Him for what He had provided in me and for the many others to see the miracles that they may also be blessed and renewed in Faith.

Prior to going into the sanctuary that morning, Pastor Gurley prayed over my eye and by the power of God flowing through him the patch came off. Praise God!!! The optic nerve damage in that eye was healed and I have limited vision out of my right eye. I still need prayer to clear up a cataract which has formed in that eye over the years but I put all my Faith and Trust in Him that this condition will also come to pass.

On Sunday, November 10th, God anointed a service at The Tabernacle Church (a packed house I may add) through which the miracles were unveiled in a dramatic way giving Praise, Honor, and All the Glory unto Him through Jesus Christ. His blessing which was bestowed unto me was then released and poured out over the congregation at The Tabernacle Church as He restored and renewed His Faith in His followers - it was absolutely awesome to be witness to His Awesome Power!!!

In a recent conversation with the Lord, He revealed to me that He has performed a supernatural healing in restoring me in which man is unable and that know I am to seek man to restore that which he is able and may we all be blessed in the gifts He has provided in all.

In the meantime be blessed and relax in the Spirit of the Lord and I am looking forward to God blessing the masses through the blessing that He has bestowed upon me as I follow His directive to go forth and spread the Word and demonstrate the awesome power of the Lord as He has provided in me.

In Christ, may all be blessed.



Rocky Chambers' Story

Part I - Finding unhappiness

Ever since I can remember I was told I was smart, that I could do anything if I put my mind to it. And for the most part that was true. Throughout my school years I made good grades with little effort. And I tended to be the one who blew the curve on the exams. Not only was I capable academically, but also athletically.

By the time I was 29 I had accomplished most all of the goals I had really set for myself. I had the American dream. Good paying job with a major corporation, nice home, two cars, wife two kids, plenty of friends. Yet I was as unhappy as could be! For all of my success, and all of my ability, I could not find anything to make me happy. The grass always seemed greener elsewhere. Yet I knew this wasn't true.

Over the course of that year I tried to satisfy myself by indulging myself in whatever seemed available. That only made me feel more empty, more alone, more unhappy. There had been times in my life that I had sensed deep unhappiness, but this was more than all of that combined. I knew that indulging myself wasn't making me happy. Success hadn't made me happy. I couldn't find happiness, all I could find was unhappiness.

Part 2 - Hitting bottom

As I turned 30 I realized that there was no one else to blame for the problems I was having. My wife and I seemed to be two ships passing in the night. My career seemed to be in something of a tailspin. I found myself being confronted by problems I didn't know how to deal with. Both at home and at work. All of my success was falling apart, and I realized that the source of my problems seemed to originate a lot from my behavior.

One turning point came one day when my wife asked me why I swear like a sailor. I responded, "what the @#$!$ are you talking about?" She simply answered, "that". She was right and I knew it. I realized that every third word out of my mouth seemed to be vulgar. So I set my mind upon not talking that way any more. That also set me to thinking about other things I said, how I talked bad about things and people. So I set my mind to change that too! I felt as if maybe I was finally on to something. If I could get control of my mouth I could change my behavior and things would be better again.

The next six months were the hardest months of my life. My job was requiring me to spend and incredible amount of time at work. The project we were doing was going badly and all of us were feeling the strain of it. My family life was nearly non-existent. And to make it worse it seemed the harder I tried to change, the harder it was to change. I was in absolute misery. I felt like some drug addict who needed a fix to deal with the pain, but knew that would only make the pain worse.

Part 3 - Searching

What I did not know was that God was busy at work in my life. As we struggled to start-up the project they had moved me to help run the night crew. Despite the fact I had managed to piss a lot of people off, I was still respected for my ability to make things work. There were hours in the loneliness of the night that I would just sit at my computer and think about the things going on in my heart. I began to write them down. Solitude, solemn, melancholy, pensiveness, these things surrounded me as I began to search deep into my heart. For the first time since I was a teenager I began to examine my heart.

I could see that somehow over the course of the years it had become hard, and cold, selfish. Yet it seemed I could not find an answer. For the first time in my life I was confronted with the fact that here was something I couldn't put my mind to and do. I couldn't make myself happy. I could make my heart feel life! The deeper I dug the more empty and dead I felt.

I was searching for an answer and I didn't even know the question. I was lost. As my 31st birthday approached I was in my darkest hour.

Part 4 - The Cry for Help

I can't remember if it was just before, or just after my birthday. But I do remember that night. Actually for several nights I had been feeling a strange presence in my room as I would lay down to bed. With all I had been struggling with I'd been having a great deal of trouble sleeping. I remember one night as I lay there thinking about everything that a sort of fear came over me. It was if something incredibly powerful was just outside my window. I began thinking about God, and about how I wanted to change and couldn't. About how I couldn't seen to find happiness. About how all my searching had only brought me into an
even worse state. I felt dead. In fact, that's what I felt outside my window. It was as if death was out there. But it no longer mattered. I was ready to die. That thought settled into my heart. I knew it was true, I was more then ready to die. I was waiting to die!

A few nights later I felt that same presence. Only this time it seemed to be inside the room. It had come closer. I wasn't afraid anymore. I was ready to die, and if that's what was going to happen, well what would be the difference I was already like a dead man. I lay there and just sort of went blank for awhile. Then suddenly hot tears began to stream down my face and I began to pray. Something I couldn't ever remember doing. Although I guess I really didn't know it was a prayer. I was just letting out my hearts' cry. Silently I said, "God, you must be real, otherwise this life makes no sense. My life is a wreck and I'm the one wrecking it. Send someone to help me."

The most amazing sense of peace came over me. I quickly drifted off into the most peaceful sleep I'd had in longer then I could remember.

Part 5 - The messenger

Somehow I knew that God was going to send help. I didn't know how I knew. But then again nothing else had made any sense over the past year or two so why should this. During that time there had been so many little things that kept adding up to God. Odd little things that had happened to me that made me wonder. What I didn't know then was God was trying to get His message through to me. But now I was listening, watching, waiting.

God didn't waste much time. I kept seeing these little things, and I somehow knew they were from Him. But I knew I was waiting for someone. Then one day somebody overheard me complaining about something. The guy called me into his office and we talked for a bit. The man was Jewish. He told me some things about how God had changed his life when he started paying attention to God. But that wasn't what got me. I knew there had been a question I needed to know all along. Yet I couldn't fathom it. This guy asked me, "What makes you worthwhile?"

I went off and thought about that. And the harder I thought about it the more I realized I had no idea. As far as I could tell nothing I did would ever have any lasting value. Eventually it would all become dust. Now I knew the question, but I still couldn't find an answer. This was worse then before. I finally went back to the man and asked him.

He answered, "there is nothing you can ever do that will make you worthwhile, but God thinks you're worthwhile, He always has because He loves you."

I was stunned. Why would God love me? I knew I hadn't been very lovable, especially lately! God thinks I'm worthwhile? Why, how cold this be? Now I had both the question and the answer and I was still lost! My God, when would this end? Yet somehow I knew both the question and answer were right. I was left with the feeling of having a right answer in my heart, yet not having a clue in my head!

I still needed help. And I knew I was still waiting on somebody to lead me to where I needed to be.

Part 6 - The Witness

Nearly 3 months had passed since I had asked God for help. God had managed to send all sorts of messengers to me to help me. Many of them not realizing they carried a message to me. And while I was realizing something was going on, I was still waiting for somebody to come, for something to happen. Then God sent His witness to me.

He came during a busy time. Somebody who had actually tried to witness to me ten years before. Somebody I had previously worked for, and now suddenly found myself working for again. I came in looking for the two guys I was training. There they were sitting in the office I shared with another fellow just talking back and forth. I stood in the doorway and asked, "don't you guys have something important to do?" When out of the corner came a reply, "they are doing something important".

Here I had done it again. I had done opened my mouth and stuck my foot in once more. Instead of replying I just said hello to the man who was now my boss's boss. Then I sat down at my desk. I knew Ken wasn't happy to see me. I had interrupted whatever had been going on. But I wanted to stay, and I didn't know why. Besides, when he was done with these guys I had work for them to do.

But over the course of the next two hours something strange happened. Ken began to talk and ask questions. And these things were all things I had been thinking about. Especially about words. We talked about how powerful words are. How we find ourselves saying things we wish we hadn't said. When Ken left I began to wonder, is this the one?

The next day I was out in the plant when I had this sudden desire to go back to my office. There he was again. It's not like Ken was a frequent visitor to my office. And it's not like he really knew these two guys he was talking with. This time I just quietly came in and sat down to listen. And again for about two hours we talked.

Now I found out later that Ken wasn't real happy to see me either time. In fact he had complained to a friend that I kept interrupting his witness to these two guys. Then his friend said, "maybe Rocky is the one you're really witnessing to."

The third day Ken came in and there I was again. Now one of the things that did not escape my attention was that each time Ken came by no one would call me away. This was more then unusual. I held a key role in the activities that were going on. It wasn't uncommon for the phone to be ringing off the hook, somebody to come looking for me or to be paged every 15 minutes. Yet I was not called away once while Ken was there. Another interesting thing I noted later was that not once did Ken mention God, religion or Jesus. And yet the whole conversation was in reality about Jesus!

On that third day as we talked Ken looked me in the eye. My heart seemed as if it would leap out of my chest. I felt flushed, hot even. Ken asked me, "Are you ready to get your heart right?" My eyes filled with tears, " I simply answered yes". He asked me how that made me feel. I answered, "it makes me feel like crying". Then he left, telling me we would talk again.

Part 7 - Birthday

The next day I kept looking, waiting, watching, hoping for Ken to come. I felt alive when he came around. And I so wanted to talk some more. Or maybe it wasn't even a desire to talk, maybe just to listen. All I know is I went home that night wishing he had come by. He had something, and I was hungry.

Then came the day. Feb 5th, 1989. I'll always remember that date. And perhaps it's not by coincidence that it happens also to be my mother's birthday.

For all the time I had not been busy while Ken came and we talked, this day I was nothing but busy. In fact I had not eaten at all that day. About two hours before I was supposed to leave that evening Ken came in to my office. I was alone. He asked me if I was busy. I started to say I was nothing but busy, but instead I answered, "actually I just finished the last thing I have to do".

He asked me again, "are you ready to get your heart right?" Again I said yes.

Part 8 - Born again, baptized with fire

We went off to a place where we wouldn't be interrupted. It was wild. I had never read the Bible, yet as Ken would quote scripture to me I knew it! I understood it and knew it! It was like having DeJa Vue. I even mentioned this to Ken. He told me that was God talking to both of us, and that I was hearing it as he was. He kept asking me how I felt. At first my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. Then I began feeling incredibly hot, like I was on fire. I was sweating and yet I never felt better! He kept talking about things of God and kept asking how I felt. I remember telling him that whatever it was the feeling was better then any drug I had ever done!

Then he began to pray. I felt this swirling sensation, almost as if there was this chase going on inside of me. Like something was running and something was catching it. Then Ken asked me if I believed in Jesus. I could nod my head, but somehow I couldn't say the words. It was as if something was trying desperately to keep me from saying it. Somehow Ken knew this and just said, "you don't have to say it out loud, just keep saying it to yourself."

So as Ken prayed, I kept saying to myself, I believe in Jesus, I believe Jesus, I believe in Jesus. Then it happened! As the words finally came out of my mouth I saw something. It was like a flame front hit me! It looked just like a fire split in half. I sat straight up. It scared me!

Ken said I looked white as a sheet. He asked me what happened. Gee, I didn't know, all I knew to tell him was, "I saw something". He asked what it looked like. Well, truthfully I was afraid to tell him, cause I thought what I'd seen was hell! Later the Lord showed me that I had seen the same thing the disciples had seen at Pentecost, cloven tongues of fire as the Holy Spirit ascended on them.

Now I had no idea about any of this at the time. But I did know that somehow something incredible had happened to me. And I knew it had something to do with God and Jesus.

Part 9 - Walking in the clouds

The next week is a week I'll never forget. In fact the next day after I had my born again experience I interviewed for a job in another department. They hired me during the interview before they had even finished interviewing all the applicants. And as incredible as this may seem, 5 years later God used that interview as a witness to the man who interviewed me, but that's another story.

Suffice it to say that for the next week I had a song in my heart and my feet weren't touching the ground. I was walking in the clouds. I didn't understand it, but I was in the midst of the joy of the Lord. For the first time in my life I knew I had found the meaning to my life, happiness had come. I felt a sense of completion, belonging. I had been dead, but now I was alive.



Truly Becoming a Christian - Rocky Chambers

"TRULY" BECOMING A CHRISTIAN AFTER GOD SHOWED HIMSELF!

My experience with truly accepting Jesus into my life may not appear nearly as "dramatic" as some other Christians' testimonies but I assure you it was very real and it was powerful enough for me to give my life to a being that I can't see and can't touch, in a physical and materialistic sense. I say my experience with "truly" accepting Jesus because although I was raised as a Christian I never really knew what it meant to be a Christian. I didn't realize that accepting Jesus as Lord and Savior and asking him into my life was the most crucial step.

I eventually fell away from Christianity all together because it just wasn't working for me. Going to church became a chore for me and I would find ways to get out of doing it. Anything good that happened in my life, especially when it happened at just the right time, I classified as coincidence.

God was just an entity that was always there in the background but that I never spent much time thinking about. I don't even remember what I thought about Jesus. I had learned that he was the Son of God and died for my sins but I think that was more of a fairy tale to me then.

When I left for college and was on my own in terms of what I did and did not do I felt free of the guilt I felt for asking my parents if I could stay home from church. They weren't there with me so what will they care if I don't go now I would think.

Eventually I actually began looking at other religions, Buddhism especially. It fascinated me. I began to learn more and more about the religion until I finally decided to spend a weekend at one of the Zen monasteries near where I live. I felt like I learned so much that weekend and to my surprise that learning experience practically drove me back to Christianity. It didn't make me accept Christ but it got me looking into it deeper.

I began to read everything I could find to learn about Christianity (everything but the Bible of course). I still wasn't going back to church but at least I was getting closer.

I finally came across the Christian-Faith website and I began reading things that I never thought about before. I think the most important thing that I read, the straw that broke the camel's back if you will, was the line that talked about asking Christ to show himself to me in a way I would understand so that I could accept him before it was too late.

Well, that was at the beginning of a busy week for me. I had two big tests coming up. On the first test there was to be a section included that I was having a very difficult time with. The other test was on the hardest material that we had had that semester in that class. Both tests were going to be on Wednesday of that week. Monday morning I was walking down to the class that the first test was going to be in. I remember thinking to myself, although I never said anything out loud and really didn't even intend for God to hear me, "Wouldn't it be cool if God showed himself to me with these tests somehow."

I got to my class and for what appeared to be no reason at all the teacher informed us that Wednesday's test would not include that one section that I was having a difficult time with. Well I was dumbfounded to say the least. I know I never intentionally prayed for this to happen but I did think it and it happened.

But I didn't accept Jesus Monday. The rest of Monday and all day Tuesday I did almost nothing but think about the most important decision of my life; Whether or not to accept Jesus. After all, I still had so much to learn about being a Christian. I didn't want to take that step until I knew what was expected of me. I didn't want to do this if I wasn't prepared to be the best Christian I could be.

But Tuesday night I finally gave in to the feeling that had been consuming me it seemed. I knew that all I had to do to become a Christian was accept Jesus into my life, acknowledging him as my Savior and Lord and repent of my sins, and that once I did that God would help guide me to becoming a better Christian.

So I broke through the barrier that I had built between Jesus and me. I accepted him into my life. I repented of my sins. I lay there on my bed crying and asking for forgiveness before drifting off into sleep.

Then came Wednesday, time for the tests. The miracle had already been done for the first test when that troublesome section was taken out of it. Now the test I was worried about was the one I had that night; the Math course whose instructor didn't allow calculators, didn't allow formula sheets, didn't answer any questions one may have on the test problems if he had mentioned something similar even in casual conversation.

On my way down to this test I prayed. I prayed that God would guide me on this test. I didn't want Him to do the test for me but I wanted Him to guide me to do what it is He wanted me to do on it. I trusted Him and so I was no longer worried about the test. If I failed it so be it. If I passed it with flying colors so be it.

As the tests were handed out and I was sitting there looking at the first question something very supernatural happened. That hard-core instructor of mine who never gave any leeway whatsoever stood up and asked, "I'm just curious if anyone wants me to put some formulas on the board for you." Every hand in the room went up so he put formulas on the board. Not just formulas but EVERY formula that was needed for the test. I was speechless.

I knew what had happened. God was there and had answered my prayer. On my way back up to my room I said another prayer. "Lord, if I ever doubt you again, remind me of this night." I have been going strong in my faith and have not doubted since.



Past Sexual Abuse

My past is the perfect example of the words "messed up". My life was a total wreck that Jesus had a plan for, long before I even knew Him. Being one of the girls, in primary school, who would take part in the prestigious activities, who would have guessed what was going on in my life, in my mind - on the inside? Inside there was a lonely child, afraid to reveal who she was for fear of ridicule - the order of the day in my life - for fear of being judged and for fear of being rejected.

Most evenings after school, a relative of mine would fondle me and touch me in ways I was scared of at first, but learned to appreciate after a while. Constantly longing for that touch, which said "you are so beautiful that I can't help touching you", I would allow the boys at school to fondle me in a similar but less intense way. When he left, there was still that desire to be "loved", so I utilized my own methods of finding pleasure - whatever it took, I had to be stimulated. I went to spend time in the house that my relative moved to (my parents allowed this because they had no idea of what was taking place). There the same relative as well as another relative of mine raped me. On returning home, the battle in my mind started, I was just about to begin High School.

Daily I would wonder if I'm pregnant or suffering from any kind of disease. Crying was a part of everyday in my life. The only method of not showing my fears, my pain or simply revealing me, was by being as aggressive and ugly as a significant person in my life always told me I was, by shutting people out of my life completely, by showing an arrogant side, a fearless side that no one dears to even come too close to, while on the inside was bitterness, resentment, confusion and hatred.

By the time I was thirteen I had already, accepted the Lord and I got baptized - everything wrong will stop - or so I thought, attempted suicide quite a number of times, done a pap smear which informed my mother of my involvement in sexual intercourse and was probably the most scared girl alive whose alibi against hurt was to ignore my feelings, get guys to want me then hurt them or just drop them. But I was really afraid of guys, skeptical towards every member of the opposite sex that I knew and yet still I desired constant stimulation from the opposite sex. By this age, I already had many intense sessions of passionate making out - with my sister's ex-boyfriend. I knew what it felt like to do everything that leads up to having sex but fortunately enough I didn't have sex.

The few things I remember about my fourth form year is that while being looked upon as one of the intellects in all my classes, I was struggling with low self-esteem - which was the root of all my other problems. I also remember that it was in the summer of that year that I met my best friend, who has had a positive impact on my life for the few years we have known each other. I also remember when I went to my mother one morning, crying because of the dream I got, that I might have a disease or that I might be pregnant, and I told her that the relative who lived with us for a while molested me once. I was anticipating a mother's hug, a mother's love and sympathy that proved ineffectual when she said to me "If a neva one t'ing, I woulda buss yu ass". I separated myself from everyone I knew (even those who thought I was close to them), which was the only obvious remedy - at that time, to heal me, build my self esteem and prevent future hurt - once again that was a lie from Satan.

My best friend, whom I still thank for being available to God and for being patient with me, endured pain, embarrassment and guilt that I threw in his face because of self- pity and jealousy. After a few years of learning and understanding God I know that he was placed strategically into my life for the main purpose of shedding some light on the beauty that was placed in me when God created me in His image.

In fifth form, at age sixteen, I decided to become or better yet, God called me to become a true child of His instead of a "traditional Christian", some of the members of the I.S.C.F. (Inter School Christian Fellowship) in my High School played an integral role in my positive Spiritual movement - once again God was evident in my recovery, He placed people in my life, people who loved me enough to listen to me, to pray for me and to put up with the misery which is an obvious part of my life.

Since then, I have been delivered from my past and don't you dare try to convince me, that I am not a very beautiful individual. I have asked God to cleanse me and to remove all the scars and the emotional attachments that came along with being involved with another person. I also asked Him to close any openings that will give rise to demonic interferences in my life. I glory in the fact that God always hears my prayers and He had a plan for me before I even knew it. Another reason for which I am grateful to God is that He told me the reason for the course my life took - everything that happened to me, in my past, happened so that I can help and comfort someone going through something similar.

If you are going through a rough time in your life or if you know someone battling with any kind of sexual immortality (whether a rape victim, a victim of a one night stand or a nymphomaniac) don't pity them, pray for them, be patient with them, love them you will get through to them by simply being there. Keep in mind that it will not be easy all the time but if God says go, then there's no reason for you not to. For the victim of abuse who is suffering from the pain, don't give in to the lies from the enemy, he only wants to kill you. Psychologists and councilors usually encourage you to speak to someone about your problem - not someone who will tell everyone, but someone who'll encourage you, someone who'll pray with and for you - and here I am, I'm not a psychologist, I am simply a child who's been there, who knows how it is to cry all night and be ridiculed all day, who knows emptiness and loneliness even when I'm in a crowd, who knows how it feels to think that the only person who cares or understands what I'm feeling is me and I'm also aware of the questions concerning who to trust, here I am, encouraging you to speak to a trusted person (who will help you to pray), pray for yourself - who says you can't ¡¦ they're lying!!! - and be encouraged, because God is working it out for your good - just trust Him.

I just can't give up now I've come too far from where I started from Nobody told me, the road would be easy And I don't believe He's brought me this far to leave me.



A Chinese Man Sees Jesus

A Bible Given by a Messenger of the Lord

Brother Yun was saved at the age of 16. His mother was a Christian; she came to the Lord at a very young age. During the Cultural Revolution, missionaries were persecuted and forced to leave the country, so many sheep were left without a shepherd. It was at this difficult time Yun's mother left the Lord.

When he was 16, his father became very ill. The doctor said there was no hope for him. One night, Yun's mother heard a very gentle voice saying, 'Jesus loves you.' She was awakened by the Lord. She got up and knelt down to pray. Once again she repented of her sins and rededicated herself to the Lord. Quite miraculously, the next day, Yun's father was healed. Aware that it was Jesus who healed his father, Yun too accepted the Lord. He also decided in his heart to serve Jesus.

His mother then told him that all the teachings of Jesus were recorded in the Bible. From that day on, Yun longer to see a Bible. He asked the believers in Jesus what a Bible looked like. But none of them had ever seen a Bible before.

So one day, Yun walked more than 30 miles to visit a man who used to be a preacher.

As soon as he arrived, Yun told him the purpose of his visit. Seeing he was young the man did not dare show him the Bible. He said, 'The Bible is the Word of God; it is the book of heaven. No man can have a Bible. But if you really want one, you can ask God for it.'

He told Yun to fast and pray. Yun did not know what fasting was. The preacher explained to him, 'Fasting is to go without food. When the fullness of time has come, the Lord will give you a Bible.'

Yun returned home and fasted and prayed for two months. But he did not really know how to pray. Every time he prayed he would say. 'Lord, give me a Bible. Amen.' Two months passed. Nothing happened. Yun still had not received a Bible. So he went to see the preacher again.

The preacher said, 'When you ask the Lord for a Bible, you don't just kneel down and pray. You have to weep before the Lord as well. The more earnest you are, the sooner you'll get your Bible.'

This time he ate only one meal a day and prayed and wept before the Lord. Several months passed. One day early in the morning, while Yun was sleeping, he saw an old man in his dream.

The old man asked him, 'Brother Yun, do you have anything to eat?'

Yun answered, 'No.'

The old man then handed him a bun. When Yun stretched out his hand to take it, it turned into a Bible. Yun knelt down and wept saying, 'Blessed be the Name of the Lord! He heard my prayers and has given me a Bible.'

Then Yun awoke. His weeping had awakened his parents also. When they saw him crying like that, they thought he was crazy. Yun told them about his dream, but they were all the more convinced that he had gone insane. At that moment, the door suddenly opened and two men walked in. They did not know Yun at all, but they were led by the Holy Spirit to deliver a Bible to him.

From that day Yun would memorise one chapter of the Bible every day. One day while Yun was reading the book of Acts, the Lord appeared to him in a vision. He told Yun three times to go and preach the Gospel. The Lord even told Yun the exact place where he was to serve Him. It was several years later that the following incidents took place.

To be continued...