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Post by John on Jun 15, 2018 17:52:18 GMT -5
I had a guy contacted me at WCF with questions about Christianity. He said his Father was Muslim and his Mother is Catholic. He said he is not either. I spoke with him for several hours over a couple of days. He had bad experiences with Christians in the past, and our conversation went well, but he wasn't looking to get saved. He is open to talking again. I am requesting prayer that he and his family would get saved. He goes by the name Vortigon.
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Post by Abby-Joy on Jun 15, 2018 18:08:06 GMT -5
How wonderful! I'll be praying for him and his family, and also for you, brother John.
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Post by Cletus on Jun 15, 2018 18:56:46 GMT -5
I was not looking to get saved either. LOL.
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Post by tlsitd on Jun 15, 2018 19:08:46 GMT -5
I was not looking to get saved either. LOL. When it's a person's time (and God knows when it is) he or she is going to get saved, whether they're planning to or not! They may not be looking for Jesus, but He's going to find them.
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Post by Cletus on Jun 15, 2018 19:22:06 GMT -5
I was not looking to get saved either. LOL. When it's a person's time (and God knows when it is) he or she is going to get saved, whether they're planning to or not! They may not be looking for Jesus, but He's going to find them. I was apprehended. I would have never called upon God.
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Post by frienduff on Jun 15, 2018 22:16:15 GMT -5
Yes , Cletus , yes . we were all apprehended . Yall know what that means , Right . YEAH , ITS LORD PRAISING TIME AGAIN . THROW THOSE HANDS UP and PRAISE THE LORD.
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Post by ladypeartree on Jun 16, 2018 3:16:08 GMT -5
praying with faith that God has all in His hands
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Post by John on Jun 18, 2018 9:40:51 GMT -5
An update on this situation. I spent much of Saturday conversing with this guy, and he doesn't accept that Jesus died on the cross for our sins. He can't accept that God would use such a method to save the lost. Without the shedding of blood, there is no remission for sins, but he thinks that allowing his Son to die would make God weak. I don't understand that kind of thinking, but there is little more I can do for him. Unless God opens up our eyes to believe, we will never be saved. You can't make a person have faith. All we can do is sow the seeds and let God do the rest. Sometimes that seed falls on bad ground.
At least he has agreed to keep seeking. I explained to him that protestants are not anything like Catholics, so his view of Christianity doesn't represent Christians as a whole. He said he would read up on the protestant movement and differences between them and the RCC. I gave him quite a few examples of where we don't agree and why, but I likely left some things out. It still wouldn't hurt to pray for him.
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Post by ladypeartree on Jun 18, 2018 11:21:52 GMT -5
will keep praying for him ( and all other lost souls ) as for being weak it truly is the opposite you have to be very very strong to let a child go through such trials
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Post by Cletus on Jun 18, 2018 16:24:29 GMT -5
Yes , Cletus , yes . we were all apprehended . Yall know what that means , Right . YEAH , ITS LORD PRAISING TIME AGAIN . THROW THOSE HANDS UP and PRAISE THE LORD. Yes its ALWAYS Lord praising time.
I had gotten locked up again, and for the last time. On my hand i have two symbols, one represents every angel that fell, and the other three 6s, on my head is a pentagram. people tell me i should get them removed to respect God... but they dont know its a testimony of Gods goodness and has been an aid for me to speak about Jesus to some that a typical "churchy person" wouldnt be able to. no offense to anyone for being "churchy". I used to be into every sort of occultic ritual magic evil darkness stuff i could get into. Before i read it in the bible... when people asked my name i said my name was legion, for we are many. I was not lying when i said that either. I was violent even if i didnt like how someone looked at me or responded. I have never met anyone who was meaner than me, back then. So anyway, there i was in jail, again. sitting on my bunk. nothing good was on tv. couldnt sleep because they were slamming dominoes on the metal tables. makes all kinds of noise. then all the sudden i started having these thoughts. What good is my life doing on the earth? what good am i doing for myself? what good.... and the questions came faster and faster. the answer to everyone was nothing, none, zero. then the questions stopped and for the first time i saw how dirty i was. I was ashamed in what previous to this moment was my bragging right. then I could feel God close to the ceiling. I could not see him but i could feel light coming off from Him. Now my shame was a weight that was crushing me. i could barely breath. I began weeping. I could not speak. I tried to get up but i just fell off my bunk. I am white. In jail races do not mix. a black person, whom only a few months earlier i almost killed in a fight, that i started because i was bored... he was one of the ones playing dominoes. He saw me and said outloud whats wrong with him, why is he crying... Another black Guy, the biggest guy in the tank and i mean big, said he is praying and if anyone messes with him they will have to deal with him first, leave him alone. that was God. different races dont stand up for each other in jail like that. All i could do was sit there and look up at where i felt God, and rock back and forth like a crazy person and cry. i felt this weight lift, and i knew He put His Spirit in me... this was not the first time for me a spirit had come into me, but this time it felt light and clean. All I could do was say, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, over and over. God literally took me. I didnt have any say. I never said a sinners prayer. I was content in being wicked and mean and a thief and much more. I was content knowing I was going to hell. I was so blinded by darkness i used to think it was better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. I said this, even tho i also said God didnt exist. I would have never called on God. ever. God just took me. God is good. I was the worst of the worst, and God had mercy on me. I am so glad he did.
THere is a lot more to this story. to much to type.
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Post by John on Jun 18, 2018 19:05:15 GMT -5
Yes , Cletus , yes . we were all apprehended . Yall know what that means , Right . YEAH , ITS LORD PRAISING TIME AGAIN . THROW THOSE HANDS UP and PRAISE THE LORD. Yes its ALWAYS Lord praising time.
I had gotten locked up again, and for the last time. On my hand i have two symbols, one represents every angel that fell, and the other three 6s, on my head is a pentagram. people tell me i should get them removed to respect God... but they dont know its a testimony of Gods goodness and has been an aid for me to speak about Jesus to some that a typical "churchy person" wouldnt be able to. no offense to anyone for being "churchy". I used to be into every sort of occultic ritual magic evil darkness stuff i could get into. Before i read it in the bible... when people asked my name i said my name was legion, for we are many. I was not lying when i said that either. I was violent even if i didnt like how someone looked at me or responded. I have never met anyone who was meaner than me, back then. So anyway, there i was in jail, again. sitting on my bunk. nothing good was on tv. couldnt sleep because they were slamming dominoes on the metal tables. makes all kinds of noise. then all the sudden i started having these thoughts. What good is my life doing on the earth? what good am i doing for myself? what good.... and the questions came faster and faster. the answer to everyone was nothing, none, zero. then the questions stopped and for the first time i saw how dirty i was. I was ashamed in what previous to this moment was my bragging right. then I could feel God close to the ceiling. I could not see him but i could feel light coming off from Him. Now my shame was a weight that was crushing me. i could barely breath. I began weeping. I could not speak. I tried to get up but i just fell off my bunk. I am white. In jail races do not mix. a black person, whom only a few months earlier i almost killed in a fight, that i started because i was bored... he was one of the ones playing dominoes. He saw me and said outloud whats wrong with him, why is he crying... Another black Guy, the biggest guy in the tank and i mean big, said he is praying and if anyone messes with him they will have to deal with him first, leave him alone. that was God. different races dont stand up for each other in jail like that. All i could do was sit there and look up at where i felt God, and rock back and forth like a crazy person and cry. i felt this weight lift, and i knew He put His Spirit in me... this was not the first time for me a spirit had come into me, but this time it felt light and clean. All I could do was say, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, over and over. God literally took me. I didnt have any say. I never said a sinners prayer. I was content in being wicked and mean and a thief and much more. I was content knowing I was going to hell. I was so blinded by darkness i used to think it was better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. I said this, even tho i also said God didnt exist. I would have never called on God. ever. God just took me. God is good. I was the worst of the worst, and God had mercy on me. I am so glad he did.
THere is a lot more to this story. to much to type.
That is some kind of testimony of the goodness of the Lord! All I can think of to say is Praise God!
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Post by Cletus on Jun 18, 2018 20:33:19 GMT -5
Yes its ALWAYS Lord praising time.
I had gotten locked up again, and for the last time. On my hand i have two symbols, one represents every angel that fell, and the other three 6s, on my head is a pentagram. people tell me i should get them removed to respect God... but they dont know its a testimony of Gods goodness and has been an aid for me to speak about Jesus to some that a typical "churchy person" wouldnt be able to. no offense to anyone for being "churchy". I used to be into every sort of occultic ritual magic evil darkness stuff i could get into. Before i read it in the bible... when people asked my name i said my name was legion, for we are many. I was not lying when i said that either. I was violent even if i didnt like how someone looked at me or responded. I have never met anyone who was meaner than me, back then. So anyway, there i was in jail, again. sitting on my bunk. nothing good was on tv. couldnt sleep because they were slamming dominoes on the metal tables. makes all kinds of noise. then all the sudden i started having these thoughts. What good is my life doing on the earth? what good am i doing for myself? what good.... and the questions came faster and faster. the answer to everyone was nothing, none, zero. then the questions stopped and for the first time i saw how dirty i was. I was ashamed in what previous to this moment was my bragging right. then I could feel God close to the ceiling. I could not see him but i could feel light coming off from Him. Now my shame was a weight that was crushing me. i could barely breath. I began weeping. I could not speak. I tried to get up but i just fell off my bunk. I am white. In jail races do not mix. a black person, whom only a few months earlier i almost killed in a fight, that i started because i was bored... he was one of the ones playing dominoes. He saw me and said outloud whats wrong with him, why is he crying... Another black Guy, the biggest guy in the tank and i mean big, said he is praying and if anyone messes with him they will have to deal with him first, leave him alone. that was God. different races dont stand up for each other in jail like that. All i could do was sit there and look up at where i felt God, and rock back and forth like a crazy person and cry. i felt this weight lift, and i knew He put His Spirit in me... this was not the first time for me a spirit had come into me, but this time it felt light and clean. All I could do was say, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, over and over. God literally took me. I didnt have any say. I never said a sinners prayer. I was content in being wicked and mean and a thief and much more. I was content knowing I was going to hell. I was so blinded by darkness i used to think it was better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. I said this, even tho i also said God didnt exist. I would have never called on God. ever. God just took me. God is good. I was the worst of the worst, and God had mercy on me. I am so glad he did.
THere is a lot more to this story. to much to type.
That is some kind of testimony of the goodness of the Lord! All I can think of to say is Praise God!
PRAISE GOD for saving a wretch like me!!!
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Post by ladypeartree on Jun 19, 2018 3:47:13 GMT -5
wish I could give you a hug right now and send it back to the person you were PRAISE GOD HE CAN AND DID \O/\O/ \O/ \O/
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