"...One cold night I was fixing my car at home. Outwardly if you’d have known me you would have said I was fine but inwardly I was a broken mess of a man. Backed into a corner with nowhere left to run. By now I had a drug addiction that I was struggling to cope with. I was depressed, paranoid, and hopeless. For reasons I can’t explain, I started to call out to Jesus. Like a little child, crying helplessly, I stood, elbows on the roof of the car, head in hands, and begged Jesus to take away my drug addiction, and change my life. He answered that prayer. Right there and then He took that rebellious part of me and put in its place a part that wanted to be obedient to Him. I never touched a drink or drug since ...People sometimes say to me, “you have great faith” thinking they’re paying me a compliment. They’re not. You see, If you had an awful, consuming disease, and a particular doctor healed you, you would then have great faith in that doctor’s abilities. If someone then observes your “great faith”, it is a compliment to the doctor, not you. Well now I just trust Jesus, because He healed my sin-sick soul, and He’s the only one that could do that..."
REDEEMED BY THE BLOOD
"...nothing satisfied the deep longing in my heart to be free from myself. I became very fascinated with 'bio-energy' (focusing on spiritual and physical energies from the Earth) and along with that New Age philosophy came the worship of Angels. At this time my bedroom was like a shrine unto Angels—I was that taken with them. In spite of my new found love for angels, I spent much time in torment mentally and after many, many hours of counselling I was put on medication to help me, but actually it did not ‘help’ me much at all, but rather seemed to make life a blur...Then one day a friend in College invited me to a Christian meeting and I began to be very drawn toward seeking the real and living God...the church met 3 times a week and believed that I could have a relationship with God because of Jesus’ blood. There I found sound, Biblical teaching and I began to read the Bible for the first time in my life with some sort of understanding. I saw what a wretch I was and how much I needed a Saviour. I bowed my knee and asked Jesus to be Lord of my life...I have tried all that the world or the State has to offer in terms of mental illness recuperation but I know this for certain that all the psychological counselling they offered only ever made me to weep exhausting tears of agony whereas the tears of repentance brought life and relief..."
A GOOD CATHOLIC: But still on his way to Hell
"...I started to question where my own personal beliefs came from. Though I didn’t want to listen, a thought kept niggling away at me about Hell. Did I really know God? You see my children kept asking me how I knew where I was going after I died. I realised, to me this was a very big question and it wouldn’t leave me alone. How could I be sure I was going to Heaven? Well I thought I was a good person. I always helped others out when I could and I certainly wouldn’t harm anyone. I was very good to my parents and always did whatever jobs they required of me, when they were alive. I was a good person in my own eyes and I thought all the good deeds I was doing over my lifetime would be enough for me to get into Heaven. I soon discovered how wrong I was. You see the Bible says very different. Romans 3:23, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory _of God...I got a Bible and after reading some of it I thought, what was I thinking? How could I have been so easily mislead. I was relying on what I had been told and just followed blindly. I never read and investigated for myself and I was so surprised at what I was discovering about the true Word of God...Receiving Jesus into our lives gives us complete forgiveness when we repent... The tears were rolling down my face, my heart was filled with the love of Jesus right there and then. My whole body was just a mass of happiness and an overwhelming desire to rejoice and praise Jesus for my salvation..."