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the Amazon jungle in Brazil, on the mission field. He's a retired aerospace
engineer. He brought me up in the faith, but I was still very unsure. I had
been baptized as a baby in my Mother's Methodist church, as well as
confirmed and baptized in both a Lutheran and a Presbyterian church. We
moved around a lot. I wanted to know if God really existed but I couldn't
think of any way to force Him to reveal Himself to me. I finally decided to
think the most horribly vile and wicked thoughts about Him that I could and
thought that would force Him to instantly kill me, and then, with my dying
breath I would know He was real.
Well, that didn't work.
I got into a lot of trouble as I grew up, started drinking at 13, doing
drugs at 14, joined up with a biker gang at 15, ran away from home at 16,
sold drugs, and even ran two labs making LSD and hash oil. I could
concentrate a pound of marijuana into a one inch lump. I was making as much
money as my father who worked at a local NASA facility. I was nearly caught
by the Drug Enforcement Administration in a federal investigation and fled
the state for awhile at 16. I joined a hippie commune in Tennessee in the
Spring of 1977, but I left after a few weeks when I found out that the
leader was a bigamist and a hypocrite. I had a near-fatal motorcycle
accident January 4, 1978 when I hit a parked car while speeding at 75mph.
While I was recuperating two of my friends were killed on motorcycles and
neither was breaking the law, as I had been. I had a real sense that God had
a plan for me. During my healing time, some Mormons came to my door with
their false gospel of sweetness and light. I joined the Mormons then at 17
but when I found out that they are a polytheistic non-Christian cult, I got
out of there in a hurry. I didn't know enough about Christians to become
one, but I knew a fraud when I saw it. The Mormons are probably the most
deceitfully wicked cult operating in the world today. They appear to be so
holy, but the Bible says:
2 Cor 11:13 For such men are false apostles, deceitful workers, disguising
themselves as apostles of Christ.
2 Cor 11:14 No wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of
2 Cor 11:15 Therefore it is not surprising if his servants also disguise
themselves as servants of righteousness, whose end will be according to
I firmly believe that this teaches us that the first place we are to look
for error, is in the pulpit.
I married a lapsed Roman Catholic multimillionaire coke freak when I was 18
and kept on doing drugs, as did she til she became pregnant. She was tricked
into divorcing me by her mother, who wanted to take her money and needed me
out of the way to do it. They told her that I just wanted her money, so to
prove otherwise I never even hired a lawyer or contested the divorce in any
way; her parents died knowing that I never took a dime from them or their
daughter. I was a divorced father at age 21.
I studied Buddhism, Hinduism, Transcendental Meditation, Hare-Krishna,
Spiritism, Freemasonry, Yoga, and so forth. I looked at everything. I went
through the EST cult training and for awhile I actually had powers which
were inexplicable. It was very frightening, and I finally quit. I was
seduced by two witches I met in a health-food store who told me they could
tell I was a powerful person. I cut off contact with them after a short
while, as I felt terribly uncomfortable with a lot of what was going on.
I became so despondent over the loss of my wife that I became homicidal. I
bought a gun and began carrying it everywhere. I was just waiting for
someone to get in my way, because I wanted to kill. I was arrested on Ash
Wednesday, 1982 after pulling it out and threatening a man who jumped in
front of my truck at an intersection. I was convicted of "Aggravated Assault
with a Deadly Weapon" and "Illegally Carrying a Concealed Deadly Weapon",
and given a year's probation.
I became even more infuriated, enraged, psychopathic really, and hated my
hometown so much that I wanted to destroy it. I analyzed the situation of
the city in relation to surrounding bodies of water and realized that a
carefully placed and well designed truck bomb at the base of a large dike
could cause the city to be exposed to a river carrying 450,000 cubic feet of
water per second. This would submerge most of a city of 2,000,000 with about
30 feet of water, covering three story buildings. It would kill thousands
and render the area permanently uninhabitable. I began looking around on the
black market for dynamite and found out that large charges used in oil
exploration were available; sticks of dynamite weighing 110 pounds each. It
would flood the city within 27 hours.
Fortunately, shortly after I became fixated on this scheme, some pot-head
friends of mine who had moved away called me and said they'd heard my
divorce was final and they offered to let me move in with them to get away
from all my bad memories. I moved and set up a lab making LSD and began
selling it, and taking it every other day. I didn't work, I just made my
money selling drugs. I began to have visions when I was truly stoned out of
my mind, and they were always to the effect that taking drugs was wrong,
that my parents had told me the truth about God when I was a kid, and that I
needed to become a Christian ASAP. This was not your typical acid trip!
There was a mix-up with the Department of Parole and Probation and I was
forced after 6 months to return back home. I still kept having these very
vivid sobering experiences with LSD and Mescaline.
God also spoke to me clearly and said, "You must go to the nearest Baptist
church and do what they tell you there." I had never been to a Baptist
church. I began looking around the area and found that one I passed on the
way to work was the nearest. I would stop by every day after work to find
out when their services were; it didn't say on the sign out front, and I
never went anywhere on Sundays. Every time that I stopped by there would be
200 cars in the parking lot but not a soul in sight. This really grabbed my
On June 14, 1983 I was late getting home from work and I saw only two cars
as I went by, with two men talking between them. They told me they all
carpooled into the city from the church! I asked when the services were and
they asked me if I was a Christian, and I said "Yeah, I think so." So they
asked me if I had been saved, and I said I wasn't sure what they meant. Then
they asked if I had ever been born again; I said "No, I am sure I have only
been born once!" They shared with me from Romans about how we are all
sinners in the eyes of God, that Christ died for our sins, and from John's
Gospel that you MUST be born again, or you will NEVER even see the Kingdom
of God. I was born again that evening. I began a process of carrying out
Christian repentance in all the areas of my life. I quit doing drugs and
found out that my friends weren't my friends if I wasn't going to do drugs
or sell them acid anymore.
I have been a Christian for 21 years now, and I have never had cause to
complain about how God has treated me, even though my life has been quite
difficult. My darling wife of 16 years, the mother of my three little ones,
died of cancer in 2003. She never complained against God, but instead she
bore her suffering with a deep Christian faith that would never waver. God
has blessed me with the ability to retire at age 43 to care for my children
and myself. I have my own mission field and it has already yielded a rich
harvest! All three of my little kids have been saved and we are a 100%
Christian family, filled with love. The suffering of their mother was great,
but they never accused God of evil; they also bore up with the burden placed
on their little shoulders in a quiet and graceful manner.
Nothing in this world could cause me to leave the Christian faith; God has
proven to me again and again that He is Wonderful and Holy beyond my wildest
imaginations! I hope that this testimony has taught you that God can save
anyone, no matter who they are or what they did.
God Bless You All!