Check out this short but powerful example of the life-changing power of Jesus Christ.
I have so many testimonies in queue it isn’t even funny. 100? More? They’re just sitting in my inbox, waiting for me to take action. I have testimonies, poems, articles from Tim (wow, I really miss Tim) . . . but as a teacher, husband and father with business ventures on the side as well, working on the site just hasn’t been on my priority list. I hope to make it a priority in 2017.
If you’ve sent in a poem or a testimony, well, I can’t tell you when I’ll get to it. But I’m really hoping to start doing God’s work (with truthsaves) again. It’s important for us to to carry out the Great Commission, whenever we have a chance. I have a chance and it’s time for me to start doing it.
Here’s Jikky’s story. His mom had cancer. The doctors said, “Sorry, it’s too late. Just try to make her comfortable.” Well, just like weather forecasters, sometimes doctors get it wrong. Isn’t it good to know that God’s in control?
It’s easy to forget (at least for me) how easy we have it sometimes. My life, although I’ve had some difficulties, has been pretty much cake. I have a good job, a healthy family, every possession I could possibly want (well, not everything!), a thriving church community and unbelievable, supportive friends. My kids have it pretty easy too. They’re healthy, have a good school, a supportive family, lots of play time, lots of toys, plenty of food . . .
Not everyone has it so easy. Vanessa certainly didn’t. From a young age she was rejected and abused. In her testimony she describes how she survived her childhood and teenage years and how Christ sought her out and gave her a new hope and a new life.
Amazing. Beautiful. Inspiring.
When we come to a saving faith in Jesus Christ, we come to know the unreachable depths of His intense love for us.
That moment I believed and received Him, His indescribable peace and joy flooded me, and agape love entered into my being.
Tammy’s story reveals the life-changing power of the Jesus of the Bible. Who else could turn around a life like this?
My name is: regret, shame, pain, dirty, angry, failure, hated, forgotten. My life is full of valleys, with no mountain in sight. I haven’t seen good in so long I’m not sure it still exists.
I remember the long, slow walk to the elevator, and to the car. Not a word was spoken between my wife and I. Just before we got to the car I stopped. My wife looked at me and I said, “Well, you wanted babies. I guess we are having three!” My wife gave me a big hug, as if it was my decision to make. For some odd reason all I could think about is how selfish I would have been pointing to the monitor and saying, “Okay Doc, we’ll pick these two and you make this one go away.”
I did talk to God and the thought entered my mind, “This is not your decision to make; you make the wrong decision and I can take them all away.”
For years, decades, before I became a born again Christian, loneliness was my best friend. As the old saying goes, “with friends like this, you don’t need enemies.” Even when I was a sophomore in college, I had to admit that I was isolated from my fellow human beings. I took a course in adolescent psychology with Dr. Elizabeth Hurlock, who, in one lecture, described “the star isolate.” This type of personality might be someone who is popular, who excels, who has friends, and is generally gregarious; yet, he or she at a deep psychological level is isolated from other human beings. A similar problem was noted in Sylvia Plath’s book The Bell Jar. Sylvia was herself a poet who experienced a sense of isolation and intense torments of loneliness even though she was married. Eventually, she committed suicide.
Ida wrote in to tell us her story of God’s grace and mercy in her life. It’s not a conversion testimony, but it is a testimony (as far as I’m concerned). It’s a story that reminds us to be in continual communication with God — to ask Him to help us with everything. Too often we forget that He cares and we struggle through our days on our own. He’s there for us. He’s there for you.
I was raised in a Christian household, and thus believed I knew God. I lived to please myself and lived my life the way I thought would make me the happiest. I had my own townhouse, as to not live at home. I limited my interaction with others, as to not be inconvenienced. I lived with my boyfriend, a statement of independence (my confession to my fear of marriage) and unknowingly to me, my declaration of unworthiness to love. Despite my best attempts at making myself happy, I found myself miserable to the point of depression.
Marek’s Christian testimony reminds me of the prodigal son. God waits, regardless of our sin, desiring to welcome us home again. If you’ve been away, remember, He’s waiting with unconditional forgiveness.
Marek’s Christian Testimony