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My wife and I were living in Lexington, Ky and she was pregnant with our first son.  On one of her ultrasounds, the doctor noticed his left kidney was enlarged.  He was born 2-2-95 and the doctors didn’t wait long before they scheduled him for some tests.  I don’t remember exactly how old he was for the first test but I’m guessing he was around 1 year old.  They had us place him under a scope then inject his IV with dye (my wife did his IV since she is a nurse).  After a few minutes he was given a diuretic to force his kidneys to empty fairly quickly then they would compare the time it took each kidney to do so.  His left one was definitely blocked.  The small tube (ureter) that leads from the kidney to his bladder was narrowed.  We went in several times and the results were always the same.  The urologist spoke with us after one of the tests and said he recommended surgery.  He said they needed to cut out the narrowed section and reattach the ureter to the kidney.  We didn’t want Samuel to go through it because at that time he wasn’t experiencing any complications but on the other hand, the doctor explained the surgery would be worse if we were to put it off. 

The day of the surgery was when it really hit me;  seeing him being wheeled down the hallway in the little red wagon the OR nurses were pulling him in was almost so frightening to me that I could hardly breathe.  We had many friends and family there with us but I felt so helpless for him.  We also had several friends from our church there.  If possible, I would have traded positions with him in an instant.  He came out of surgery fine and the nurses and doctors said he did great.  He recovered well over the next several weeks then it was time for another dye test.  It was a shock to us what we saw during that test.  Samuel’s kidney remained enlarged and the ureter was still narrow leading to his bladder!  How could this be?  The doctor said sometime’s that happens when the ureter that was cut and shortened develops another block due to it’s being stretched.  We had prayed several times with this doctor and we trusted him.  Even after this latest result.  Over the next couple of months we continued with the tests but the problem never got better. 

One day the doctor said Samuel would need to another surgery to try and open the ureter some more.   What else could we do?  The doctor said he could eventually develop bad kidney infections and possibly need surgery to remove it.  We agreed for the second surgery but I never felt right about it.  I never told my wife but I had several nightmares about it.  I was being told in my dreams that he didn’t make it through surgery and I would wake up feeling as though I was going to collapse.  I wanted to remain strong especially for my wife because we didn’t feel there were any other options for him.   We had Samuel put on the church’s prayer list before his surgery.  My parents did the same at their church.  My mother-in-law put him on the prayer list at her church.  I had a close friend I worked with pray with me many times.  Despite all this I still remained uneasy about the surgery.  We had one more dye test to put him through.

This last dye test was scheduled about 2 days before surgery and was to help the doctors confirm the narrowed section and for them to get an idea of the size of the kidney.  The nurses doing the procedure had come to know us pretty well and were sorry to know he needed the second surgery.  When the dye was injected, I no longer studied to screen to watch the kidney fill then empty.  My focus was more on Samuel and his comfort level.  I had gotten to the point where I new what to expect and didn’t want to see it on the computer screen.  I looked at the nurse and noticed a puzzled expression.  Then I saw the monitor.  Both kidneys were emptying at the same rate!  The nurse did some troubleshooting thinking something was wrong with the setup but eventually shook her head and said his ureter appeared normal.  The doctor was called and he could not explain what happened.  We took him in for one more dye test several days later and it was again normal. 

Samuel is now 12, has 4 younger brothers, 1 sister, and is doing excellent.  We don’t go in for dye tests and other than his small scar, you’d never know he ever had a problem.   I am convinced it was the work of God and evidence for the tremendous power of prayer!

The following below are some extracts from my diary dating from 2005- 2006. My main aim is to hightlight the fact that God is really there and that he is always ready to help only when you want to be helped. Infact there are moments in my life that i just can’t believe what God did to rescure me from my situation, i hope if you pray to him with all your heart he is always ever ready to answer you at the right time.

29/08/2005 - A prayer to God Dear God, you have less than 4 days to determine my future, if you are really the God who brought the Israelis from Egypt, if you are really the impossible God, prove it to me and I will worship you with all my heart, this is my vow with you. Show me within these 4 days that you are really God and I’m yours forever.

AMEN 31/08/2005 - Prayer to the Lord Dear God, I just want to remind you that you have only 2 more days more to answer my prayer.AMEN

01/09/2005 - Prayer Answered God is really a true God, he is really great, he is really the maker of heaven and earth. He has answered and proven to me that he is really the lord. Lord in return i’m yours forever do whatever you want with me.The great news and prayer of my life has been answered today. After leaving Ghana for Austria and now in the UK i’m now finally going to attend college.I’m attending 6th Form on the 6th of September. I just can’t wait to be in the classroom. Lord one more thing; don’t deny me my EMA money!!!!! (AMEN)

02/09/2005 - normal d Yesterday’s miracle is something I will never forget. i will always remember and thank God for that.

06/09/2005 - First day at school At long last I find myself back in a class room again after 2 years of waiting and being in the house. It was fun but busy I’m now a little bit use to the facilities there and also I’m yet to find myself a friend.Everyone is nice, I’m mean all those I’ve talked to03/07/2006 - A day at York University

Had one of the very best days of my life today, and this makes me more wanting to go to the university. College organised a trip to York University, Oh my God what a town and the university was very great, I’m just keeping my fingers cross for my results.This makes me wanting to go to university more.24/08/2006 - As Level Results Had my AS- level exam results today and they were very bad, failed in all 3 exams i took.Thinking of repeating and changing courses in September. I’m sad but there is nothing I can do, all I go to do now is move on and forget about this. There is more to life than this and also there are more lessons to be learnt from this and also many things to correct in other to put everything right next year June.

25/08/2006 - Dad’s Advice

Dad advised and encouraged me on how to move on and forget what has just happened.That was really helpful taught he was disappointed (from my point of view), he was proud of me.I always love to bring smiles to his face, he is always there for me, and i will never let him down.All I pray about now is God should give me the strength to carry on and achieve my aim in life.06/09/2006 - NEW ERA, NEW LIFE, NEW BEGINING College started today, and I must confess today was the day that I really enjoyed being a student, I just couldn’t believe myself. If you know me very well, you would notice I’m a shy person, but from today’s experience, I don’t think I’m anymore. I over came that today, I was of myself today, chatted a lot, made new friends like Dwayne and Adele.I think this year is really my year and I give glory to the Lord.

08/09/2006 - Start of something Gr8 Went down stairs to the college enrichment fair.I put my name down for Burngreave Messenger. (Burngreave is the community i live in now with my parents)I stated that I was interested in writing articles for the Messenger.

16/09/2006 - The start of a long way………………

Lisa the woman in charge of the Burngreave messenger called me today to be in her office.I went and I was given a task, the task was about writing an article about a hairdresser named Andreas, the owner has recently moved from Spital Hill to Pitmoore Road, so I need to make the Burngreave community know of this move. 22/09/2006 - Interview with John (Andreas hairdressing) This is my first interview with a stranger. I went down to Pitmoore Road, entered the shop and spoke to John. There were a lot of people there and to tell you the truth, I was afraid, but I kept it away and did the interview.

23/09/2006 - Article writing I started writing the article interviewed about yesterday.It’s looking fine. I sent a copy to Lisa to have a look.

25/09/2006 - Approval

Had a reply from Lisa that the Article is great, so I should be expecting it in the magazine very soon. 30/09/2006 - RESULTS Guess what? I came from church and Dad called me, I taught he was going to start one of his talks, but he wasn’t this time.He just handed me the September Issue of the Burngreave messenger with my article clearly written with my name.I am very proud of myself today.Thanks be to God.Friends it keeps going on and on, i hope my experience with the Lord and life in general can help you make few changes in your life, please remember God is always there when you need him, just tell him what ever you want him to do and for you, all you have to do is have faith and believe that he will do it at the right time.

Stay blessed and wait for more extracts.

When I was about 6 or seven my grandmother drove 75 miles every Sunday to take me to church. She made a huge impact on my life.One year later our preacher announced he was moving churches. It was devastating! We mourned and cried, but we eventually settled that feeling. A month later our church burnt down to the ground. Then, if that was not bad enough the church members started blaming each other. So the thought was planted in my mind that that is what church is all about. Our church went into a split and every Sunday we would have a new preacher. So I stopped going to church. I figured that I could fuss and fight with people at home!!!I was nine years old when I stopped going. I went on through my 6th grade year and then, came to the summer part, the part all kids are supposed to enjoy. It was the worst summer of my entire life. My mom passed out one day. She went to the doctor and was told she had carbon monoxide poisoning. Well, that was okay. The doctor said he could cure it. Later test revealed she had eosinophilicgranulomatosis, short for lung disease. It scared my whole family to death. They gave her three years to live. It was that feeling of wanting to do everything with her during those three years, but everytime you looked at her you wanted to cry. It was horrible. At night I would cry myself to sleep almost every night. I did not have any one to talk to her because my dad was always gone, so I just cried myself to sleep.

One of my friends invited me to a movie night, and so being bored at home I went. At the movie night they talked about God’s healing power. This is the night I got saved. It was a wonderful feeling and that night I prayed to God that he would heal her. I prayed it over and over. The next few doctor visits were the same news. Then one day she came home and her x-rays were clear. She had no lung disease! It was awesome. God works in so many wonderful ways. Our minds can not contain his blessings. Jesus is so wonderful!!

My name is Pat. Lord thank you for loving me so much that you would send your son Jesus to give his life so that I may live.I know I don’t understand all there is to know about you and never will until you crack the sky with your bright return. Please Father deliver me and find me worthy of your mercy and grace.I have lived such a wasteful and sinful life in your eyesight.You love me so very much Daddy that you left me at my own devices because you and Jesus knew that I would eventually find my way back to you.Thank you,thank you,thank you.

                                                                                                                                                                                    Your son,

                                                                                                                                                                                     Pat

My name is Joseph Benedick from India

Location-Avadi,Chennai,Tamil Nadu

 I would like  to share my testimony:

 My name is Joseph Benedick, I came with my mother Violet Mary for Bro Mohan C Lazarus prayer meeting held in Avadi in month of February’14 2007.When praying at the end of meeting you called out mother’s name as Violet who is suffering with headache after an eye operation, told her pain, said that Lord is touching today & my mother got healed. This happened on the first day of the meeting & the pain has left her.She came to the stage to share the testimony on the last day of the meeting ,she told that her name is Violet & she got healed on the first day of the meeting.I was also there in the meeting, after her testimony I came to know that she was really having headache which she has never shown to anyone.”PRAISE THE LORD ”

Thank you brother. I also had some rashes in my skin &  attended the prayer meeting.

After few days I realized that my rashes started disappearing. “PRAISE THE LORD”

I thank God for healing my mother & myself .We as a family are always greatful to you & we pray for JesusRedeems Ministries

Thank you very much

Hello, my name is David Roscoe, my first name means beloved, and my last name means from the forest or wilderness. When i was three years old my parents decided to take us to church for the first time, it was a easter sunday, and the only nice easter day that i can remember. After the service i was amazed at what i had heard, i couldnt think of anything else. After we went to our grandparents house i walked up the hill all the kids would play on, and looking at my shadow of the noonday sun i wondered if it were possible to become like that, and if it was possible thats what i would be. At the age of fourty i went to look at that hill that i originally had that thought after my mission with God was over, that is if its ever over, and that hill was no longer there, and the houses on that road were no longer going up hill, but where all level.

My grandmother when i was ten years old gave me a KJV bible that i couldnt understand if i wanted to, so didnt do me any good. Two years later as my spiritual self developed my step dad decided to go someplace with a friend of his, and i went along in the back seat. Dads friend was talking about his weeping willow tree in his back yard, and how the tree was messey and hard to clean up, and in the summer when he had BBQ’s and invited friends over the black beatle bugs that lived in the tree would fall into everyone food, and he wished the tree would fall over. My dad agreed and so did i, but i couldnt say anything or else i would be in the way. At that moment an angel told me the tree was gone, and i wanted to blurt it out to them they had their wish. About three months later there was a storm, and tornado warnings. The sky turned orange, and so orange it was no one could see anything outside except orange color. When the storm lifted the niebore, the same guy who was in my dads car called and his urgencey made my dad run over there, and we all followed. In a normal nieborhood this one hundred year old weeping willow tree layed over between the house and garage, just missing his neighbor’s house. If that tree had gone any place but there, there would have been something destroyed.

Another two years had passed by, and a good friend of mine name David would invite me to bible summer school, but i didnt like going because it was to much competition, and so no rewards for going or trying. Then my grandmother called and wanted us to come over, when we got there they wanted us to pray at the door, and i couldnt see doing that. After we went inside they told us of their salvation testemony, and how grandmother was saved by a friend of hers, and how grand-dad fought the idea, and wanted a divorce. He finally gave in to give her a last chance to see for himself if there was anything to it, and was saved. So we seeing this knew they were not the same people we knew because the change was so great, and this was frightning. My mother after we went home had changed too, i didnt know she had prayed for salvation with grandmother downstairs, and this also was strange after her change. It was better after mom changed, as she seemed more caring and less stress on us kids. All this and my friend David changed too, and told me much the same story, and had invited me to church. I didnt know they wanted me to do a alter call, but i couldnt see doing it, this was something between me and God, If God existed. I knew there were beings that could speak to me, but telling who or what they were for sure was hard at the time.

At this time i was watching T.V. and saw denominations of churchs fighting and wondered how they knew they were right, that if they didnt know then why would they fight? I figured at this time no one knew the truth eventhough people around me saw something, no one could help me. This was when i decided to take this up with God himself. I prayed every night, and told God i would keep myself for him, and learn from him. It was this that God knew i meant what i said and answered my prayer. I had gotten out of bed to go into the bathroom, and instead of going where i intended i found myself in a field of grass. I didnt think it was funny or strange or that i was missplaced, i just walked, and walked past a white house with four white pillars on the front, and behind that was a red barn. I walked up a hill untill i overlooked a valley standing on the edge of a cliff. As i looked rays of golden light passed from behind me as breaking forth from past the coulds onto the valley below. I saw in the valley a grove of trees, and in the midst of the trees, one very large tree. A firm voice with Authority spoke and said, “I am your king, and I am your Lord, and for your sins the branch’s will fall”. Then i saw i lightning bolt come out of the sky and strike a dead branch from the very large tree. I then found myself standing where i was before, but knew something great happened to me, and though at the time I didnt understand what had taken place, I asked my mother to see if she knew. I think i asked every denomination of paster preacher, and teacher or anyone i thought would know the meaning, and I aslo thought this was funny because if those people who had experianced a spiritual change didnt know, then maybe they didnt know God after all. Being saved doesnt mean anyone knows God. After many years and my mission went on i found the meaning of this, that the trees are people, and those seeking to be like God are those who’s branch’s are torn off untill all that remains of them is the root, and the roots is where salvation comes in by repentance of sin because there is nothing left except God. First seek out God then everything else will be added to it.

Seven more years had passed by, and my desire to be closer to God became important, and i wanted to be like Adam who could talk to God. I understood that the way I was, was imbarrasing to me to be able to go before God as I was, and prayed to change. In the morning when i woke up I went out into my living room where my girl friend was, her sister and her boyfriend waiting for me. I had just bought a new version of the new testement and was reading it every morning, and as i began to read i thought it strange that everyone in the bible did everything i had done. The words stood out of the bible like looking through a magnifying glass, and I asked my friends to listen and see if they thought it sounded like me. After i read to them and looked up, I saw three very sour looking faces, and knew they couldnt understand, and sat back and didnt say anything else. This was when i found the place in the bible where what had happend with the trees when i was taken, and this was second corinthians 3 about transformation and being changed by the glory of God. In realizing certain things because i honestly sought the truth, God couldnt help but help. Each day God came to visit was a nice clear day around noon.

The following year i had met another woman who i was interested in, and didnt know what i should do, stay with my girlfriend or be with her. I left it up to God, and i had thought God showed me to go with the new women. Then i became confused about it, and asked God to show me what i should do, and he was to meet me in church the next sunday as i was going to my mothers church. During the week i had a dream that i was flying in a old airplane with a stick controller, and so was this new women beside me. I looked ahead and saw a shinny new jet airplane flying and thought i would go see who was in it. The woman flew off in a different direction, and when i got to the jet and looked inside there was no one inside it. The jet was flying on autopilot, and the instrument panel was all lit up with flashing buttons. I had went over to my mom’s house and told her of my dream and my intent, and had gone to church the next sunday, and was looking for a dream interpreter. I thought dream interpreters were in the bible and any church should have them, but found none, and thought it strange. The church was rushing around, and they skipped the gifts of the holy spirit section of the sunday progam in order to bring in a evangelist. The evangelist stood at the pulpit and said……. When we fly a airplane we need a owners manual because we are not like the holy spirit who can avoid obstacles automatically ( he was holding up the bible). We needed the bible for instruction to learn how to fly so we wouldn’t crash. The evangalist was looking around, and the holy spirit inside of me was screaming hide, and so i sank in my chair and didnt say anything. If they had the gift section of the progam, they may have learned about my dream, and then it seem to be a true miracle before all. The heaven part came together with the earth part at the same time as i sat there, and the true meaning of the dream came to me. It was simple, to follow the holy spirit. I figured that my mom must have consulted with him because of my good nature that God would show me things he wouldnt but to only a few. After that my mom lost interest in that church too. So thats what i did, just like the blind man has to come into full contact with the world to view it in a way seeing people normally would avoid, and its this spiritual truth one in the same to follow the holy spirit.

I then decided because of the dream not to see the new woman anymore, and to keep my commitment with my girlfriend. The place i worked was going out of business, some other company was interested in it, and they were selling out. All the employees decided to have a dinner in the lunch room on the last day. On that day a friend of mine named Earl came and grabbed me and told me i was missing out, and pulled me over to the line. As we were standing in line he told me that it felt like the last supper, and at that minute a angel came and told me to look, and see what has happened (behold). I looked around because i knew this by now something was going to happen and didnt want to miss it. Some people take behold as warning or to be aware, but their spiritual being isnt developed as much and so they mistake often. By the time i had gotten up to get my food some time had passed, and thought that it was probley going to be a delayed event so i wasnt watching. Earl said i have just the place for us to sit, and took me over to a table and sat me down. I was breaking my role in half when it hit me, I was sitting in the middle of a table with no one sitting on the other side because there was no chairs on that side of the table. All the other table were in the other direction as these were long tables and they left the chairs out of the main isle so everyone else could be seated at the other tables. The meaning of the last supper? to keep your commitments.

As time went on and each story became another chapter in my life i understood that the only way to understand the bible is to live life with God, and the inspired word shows the same things as the bible. Thats why the bible was written because of those activley seeking God and salvation, and not from those who really dont know because they didnt find out from God. Sure many people have the born again experience just as I have. But if you take a close look at the born again experiance it was no different than saying God is right and your willing to do what he wants, and that you might not be able to ask God for things being as you are, and is the reason for the change because of the willingness to learn. Learning doesnt stop and the born again experiance doesnt stop there as we are tought.

Eventually being all alone and knowing no one else was like myself i had asked God to show me what i was like, who i was, what i was, and who my people were. Same as Moses did when he found the burning bush. Kind of funny Moses being brought up as a living God, and had no fear of God when all others avoided the mountain. It was then i came face to face with myself just as second corinthians says, but i found it with someone who was written about no longer alive. For everything i did, and for every reason, and every year for the same reason someone else had done before me. So am i to say he didnt know God? Am i to say God didnt help me to avoid it? Or blessed am I to know God that its his spirit that Elijah the prophet had, and Jesus.

I litterally thought that there were christians like those written about in the bible, but to this day i have found none. I find those instead that share a part of the picture, not yet enough to see Jesus untill they are healed to see Jesus for who he is. There is a big difference between those written about and everyone else who believes they are like those in the bible. The bible is about the lives of those who walked in the light of God, just as i have walked in the light. May the witness of Jesus life given to me show that to you. God saw fit that i should live it then find those things within the bible. The bible can confirm the word of God but for those who are willing to keep their word just as God does.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Scott Allen Taylor. What I am about to tell you, except for a few private statements, I have kept quiet for twenty years. But not anymore!

Growing up for me was like something out of a story book. I was raised on a farm/ranch, with a wonderful, loving mother and father, a sister and two brothers, and friends. Though we had lots of chores and worked hard, for the most part it was a good, healthy, and enjoyable time. After high school, first came love, then came marriage and kids in the baby carriage. I worked a couple of tough jobs for best part of  a decade and then went into business for myself. It was all quite the typical American dream.

Then, my business got broken into–three times!

I lost my marriage from the financial stress, was separated from my children; and then, after dividing everything into two unequal halves in divorce, my half went down like a wounded freighter. I lost it all!

After that came insult to injury. Oh, I wasn’t physically injured. It was just that I was at the top of my game while all this was happening: I was on the cutting edge, I had invented a few things. I took a job I wasn’t looking for and won top awards for things that had not been done before in the company’s entire 30-year history. I developed a great, new, bigger business for myself… And yet, by a series of unnatural events –the rug was pulled out from under me, on each and every thing I touched. My best was good, really good, but it didn’t matter!

One night, you could say, I was at the end of my physical realm. Although I don’t recommend it, one way to see beyond the physical world in which we live –is to have your own little world go black!

That’s when I decided to have a little talk with God –that is, if there was a God –I wasn’t sure. But I started talking anyway. I said, “This is the place where a person takes their own life, but I’m not going to do it! –Game over–I’m not playing this game any more! You want my life, God –you take it– you can have it! Otherwise, I need some answers. I need to know what life is supposed to be about, and what is my part in it? If it all just ends in failure–what’s it all for? –Otherwise, there’s only one thing that hasn’t failed me, it’s all I’ve got left, I’m going to go live in the woods….”

To my complete and utter surprise — He answered!

After having every other (earthly) door slammed in my face, I finally knocked on the right door!

I found myself in the air above the very spot (in the woods) where I had threatened to go… Keep in mind, I was at the end of my physical self and ability. I’m not going to pretend to know all there is to know about this sort of religious experience –at the time, I was brand new at it. For the sake of argument, lets just say, the “me” that is usually at home in my body –had left the building!

Next, I found myself with my back up against a huge frozen wall covered with ice. Before me were masses of  people as far as I could see.  Wave after wave, like looking out over the ocean; and they began to stir. In desperation I turned and began beating on the wall of ice with my fists. Chunks of ice came falling down and an enormous door opened up. Through the door I saw a narrow stairway going up into the clouds, at the top–was my father. Now, I know it sounds like some “father” thing, and it was, but not what you’re thinking –let me finish…

Next, I found myself on the narrow stairway; and in through the doorway came babies–infants, wrapped in little blankets. I reached out and took the first one and passed it up the stairway to my father who waited with open arms. I turned back and took another and did the same, again, and again, and again.

Some time thereafter, I found myself back in the physical–and shot straight up, not stopping until I was seated at the foot of my bed. Eventually I laid back down in awe and bewilderment and went to sleep.

The next morning I awoke refreshed, and peace and joy filled me. I couldn’t stop thinking about my experience. I kept repeating it over and over in my head:

“A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the (sky)…”

        ”A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the (sky)!”

What did it mean?

Suddenly, everything in my life changed. I had to change. I was changed…

My job had already changed, my relationship changed, and I moved.

I went to live with my younger brother and his family temporarily and made plans for a career change. In the spare room where they put me up, I found a bible; I didn’t think much about it, but I was drawn to it somehow. I started reading and didn’t stop, I went through it like a novel, cover to cover. As I did, I was faced with another surprise —whoever was behind this book—was also behind my experience. The author of the bible and the One who answered me, were one and the same! When I got to the part in the gospels about “my father in heaven“, I knew for certain!

Since then I have heard many things said about the bible. But, what I found the bible to be after my own very real experience, was a written record of witnesses just like myself down through all of history, who have heard for themselves — from the One True God.

It takes one to know one…

I am here to tell you, you may view the bible with some level of skepticism in much the same way I imagine my own story might sound–but it isn’t so. As wild and mysterious and surreal as it seems, even crazy–I have witnessed the falling away of the reality that I once consider my own life to be, to have it all replaced with the knowledge of something much greater—something infinitely greater—and it is real!

Tiz’ true, tizso…

Scott Allen Taylor

A baby a priest at my church adopted was near death and they flew him to a hospital. On the way he died 3 times and was revived. He was blind deaf and had as many brain cells left as the tip of your pinky–ok that’s not the amazing part. Several of the doctors said he would die in 6 months and if he didn’t, he would be that way the rest of his life. Then after several weeks of praying they took him back and he could hear and see and was regaining brain cells.

They brought the baby to this church camp I was at and I had been really questioning God because i have had a ruff life lately and i prayed to god with the baby’s hand on mine.

“God if you really want to save me you will let this baby grasp my hand…” I opened my eyes and as soon as i said amen he held it for like 10 minutes the next night we were all around the camp fire praise and singing and I went to pray for my cousin Joel and after that i don’t know but i just started crying and crying and crying.this little boy had sent gods message to me that everything is going to be ok. and that night I started crying. A kid I barely knew came and stayed up with me the whole night with me praying. This was the first time I have cried since my uncle has past away 1 year and 9 months ago. So when life has got you down talk to the Lord.

When I was about 12 years old, my friend and I went to a Christian camp for boys. The camp was one week long and every night a few people from our cabin would share their testimonies. As the first night went by, I didn’t volunteer to talk because I was too nervous and I didn’t know what to say. Throughout the week, 1-2 people shared their testimonies every night. On the last night of the camp, my friend shared his testimony. The reason I didn’t share my testimony is because I didn’t have one.

The next night, after I got home from camp, I prayed to God. That night, I accepted Christ into my heart. After that, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to be a Christian. I just ended up saying to myself that I was a believer.

A year later, I went to a new youth group that the same friend told me about. It was a great place to be! Everyone was so accepting and when I was there, I felt at peace with God. One night at my youth group, the youth pastor was ending his sermon for the night and said that if anyone has something going on in their life and wants to pray, they could walk to the front of the room and pray. As I sat in my seat, in the back row, I felt God pulling at my heart, wanting me to confront him. I walked up to the front of the room, knelt down and said my prayer out loud. After that, I knelt there and prayed silently, while others slowly came up to the front and prayed. After this I considered myself, what I thought a Christian really was.

When I turned 15, I stopped going to youth group and started to do things that I really regret doing. I knew that I needed to turn my life around. I then prayed to God and recommitted my life to Christ and prayed that he would give me guidance.

I’m now 16. I want to go to church every week, but my family doesn’t understand. I pray for them and for my friends. I completetely turned my life around and it’s all thanks to God. I now have nothing to fear. If I were to die right now, I wouldn’t be afraid.