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Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Testimony of Fred Wolff




I was born into a Conservative Jewish home.  My parents, while not overly “religious,” did their best to follow the Jewish customs and traditions.  My mom kept a kosher home quite well.  When I was of age, they sent me to Hebrew school where I learned to read, write, and speak Hebrew and studied about the Jewish faith. Of course, the Old Testament was a huge part of my studies.  At thirteen, I made my Bar Mitzvah and was now a member of the club, so to speak, a full-fledged Jew.


When I was 16, we attended the services at the Temple for Rosh Hashanah.  Since there is no temple in Jerusalem, the Jews don’t pay a tithe but pay dues to the synagogue and buy tickets for the High Holidays.  Across the street from our little synagogue was an old age home.  I would always see many of the men and women from there at the synagogue, either on the Sabbath or for the holidays.  This particular time, an older lady came in and there were no chairs so I elected to give her mine.  Holy mackerel, you can’t believe what happened; one of the ushers came over and told me I couldn’t do that since she didn’t have a ticket and had no right to a seat.  I laughed at him and started to walk away.  I never again went into a synagogue.


When I was seventeen, I was introduced to the occult through a high school friend of mine.  His cousin owned an occult shop in my town and he brought me there to meet this cousin.  The cousin was a nice guy and was very friendly. The shop owner then introduced me to two pleasant people, Janice and Rich. They were into Witchcraft (Wicca).  Since I expressed a desire to learn, I went into what they referred to as a “pagan circle,” where I learned all about pagan beliefs and the deities they worshiped (i.e. the god and goddess, the lord and the lady, etc.).  We referred to ourselves as “white Wiccans.”  We had no intention of harming anyone through our rituals.  Little did I know that the ones we were harming were ourselves.  Eventually, I was brought into the “craft.”
After I joined the Air Force I kept in touch with Rich and Janice and they connected me with with different Wiccan groups in different parts of the country.  It’s very widespread.


When I was stationed in California, I learned that there were others out there who practiced different aspects of the occult.  A gentleman carrying a red leather briefcase with an inverted pentagram (ours were not inverted ) approached me in a mall.  He told me he was a member of the First Church of Satan, based in San Francisco.  I had no desire to (knowingly) serve Satan, but he piqued my interest.  He invited me a ceremony that he thought I would like.  I decided to go.  He was wrong, though, about me liking the ceremony.  I was never so terrified in my life.  I’m not the bravest guy in the world but I’m no coward.

 

As it turns out, I was invited to a Black Mass.  I found out, much later, that the Satanic Black Mass is a parody of the Holy Eucharist celebrated by the Catholic Church.  I was told (not asked) to remain in my seat and observe.  I found out after the “mass” that the guy officiating was a former Catholic priest.
Instead of blessing the wafers and the wine, they began to do disgusting and vile things to them that took me so much by surprise I was spellbound and unable to move.  I really wanted to run out but I couldn’t.  It was as if I was glued to my chair.


After my discharge from the Air Force, I still was involved with the occult practices, but confined them mostly to white Wicca.  I became the High Priest of a local coven.  Many covens practiced naked, or skyclad; our coven did not practice that way.  We were a robed coven.


One day, my old “mentor,” Rich, reached out to me and asked me if I wanted to conjure a demon with him.  He said he was studying the rites and rituals and he knew he could do it.  You would have thought I learned my lesson but I was young and stupid.  After this episode, I was still young, but no longer stupid.
We went through rather elaborate rituals gleaned from two of the most powerful occult ritual books in the world of ceremonial magick. (Note the “k” which distinguishes it from stage magic.)  The experiences I had that night changed my life. I experienced things that night I never thought I’d see.  Rich told me that as long as we were in the circle the inscribed on the ground, we were safe.  Oh yeah…real safe.  If God didn’t have His Hand on me that night, I’d be dead.
An incredibly beautiful woman appeared outside the circle, and tried to entice me to come out.  Once again, I was too scared to move. 


 She eventually turned into her real shape and I thought my heart would stop.  She turned into the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.  When she disappeared, the real show began.  It was as if one of the walls in Rich’s house melted away, and we were greeted with a glimpse of hell.  The smell was atrocious—rotten eggs, sulfur—I can’t begin to describe it.  Then came the demon that Rich conjured up and I thought my life was over.  They can take shapes, even though they are spirit beings.  He assumed the most hideous shape you could imagine.  If he was trying to scare us, he succeeded.  He laughed and said to Rich, “Do you really think that circle can stop me?”  At that point, Rich was picked up off the ground and slammed into a wall fifteen feet away.  That was it for me.  I ran into the back of his house, locked myself in the bathroom, and stayed there for I don’t know how long.



I went out to check on Rich; I thought he was dead.  He would have been better off if he was.  He was foaming at the mouth and babbling incoherently.  I called 911, managed to convince them that I came to the house to hang out with Rich and, oh look at what I found.  I don’t think the police believed me but they never pressed the issue; there was no sign of drug use or physical harm.  For 20 years, Rich was at a psychiatric institute on Long Island; he had apparently lost his mind.  He died eventually of self-inflicted harm.

 

The next day, I met with the people who were in charge of a number of covens, mine included.  I told them I was done and was leaving the scene.  It got ugly; we pushed, we shoved, we exchanged punches, I left.  This was in the dead of winter in February 1982.  As I sat in my car, waiting for that clunker to warm up, two of the guys came outside and were looking at me.  I could see their mouths moving and assumed they were chanting some kind of incantation.  I was right.  Within seconds, the driver’s and front passenger’s windows blew out.  Out, not in.  They looked shocked and went back inside. I almost had heart failure.  I threw my car in drive and took off.  The next morning, at the glass place, the guy commended me on doing such a great job cleaning up the glass. I told I did no such thing and he laughed at me.  I believe God had His angels around my car and they prevented the glass from touching me.



During this time, I was working with a gentleman, Ray, who was a new Christian.  He “sensed” I was into something and began to witness to me.  I tried to be respectful and told him I wasn’t interested.  After the night we conjured the demon, I quickly became interested.  After I got to work, I ran over to Ray’s workstation and begged him to take me to church.  That night, we met the pastor of his Southern Baptist church.  I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior and was delivered from years of occult oppression.  Having basically served the devil for many years, I knew his power; I knew what of he was capable.  


The night I accepted Jesus into my heart as my savior, I finally knew the power of God and I knew that the devil no longer had power over me.  The creator of the universe defeated him because of His love for me…ME!  What a humbling experience.
I knew my parents would be terribly upset when they found out I became Christian, especially since I essentially did it out of fear.  I didn’t tell them for some time.  I was afraid of what their reaction would be.  The name Jesus was anathema to most Jews and my parents were no different.



I stayed with that church for a while, learning as much as I could of the Bible and building a relationship with God and His Son.  In 1984, I was married in an evangelical Lutheran church that my wife attended.  She was not keen on the Baptist way of worship so, naturally, she rarely went to church with me.  After a time, I began to get very uncomfortable there.  At least once each Sunday, either the pastor or someone in the congregation would comment about the Catholics who went to church down the road from our church; all I heard was how “those Catholics” were marching straight to hell.


After a time, my wife and I began to attend her church, albeit infrequently.  Eventually, we stopped going altogether.  We moved out of that area and never attended any church until our son was born in 1997.  All of sudden she was preoccupied with getting him baptized so we took him to the local Episcopal church to have him baptized.


All through my marriage I rarely attended church and, on those rare occasions when I (or we) did, I always felt something was missing.  We divorced and I became depressed.  A work friend of mine, a Pentecostal, invited me to his church.  I wasn’t thrilled with being around too many people but I gave it a try anyway.  They had great music!  It was a fairly mixed congregation age-wise and the people were very nice.  Their worship, though, was strange to me — speaking in tongues was something I’d never experienced.  At the time I knew little about that but I was never comfortable with it.  The pastor always told people to speak in tongues on command.  I found out later that was not biblical.


I eventually ended up in a ministry position there; I became their sound-man.  I used to work a soundboard for my friends’ band so I was a natural.  I stayed in that church for almost four years; all that time, I heard about how Catholics were “religious” and a dead religion.  It seemed that any church I attended always had something negative to say about the Catholic Church.  I needed to find out why.  If the Catholic Church had nothing to offer, why were all these fundamentalist and Protestant churches so preoccupied with them?



In 2009, I decided I needed to find out what the deal was with the Catholic Church.  I began to read as much as I could about the Church, from the Protestant side and the Catholic side.  Having been raised Jewish, I still had some deep seated obstacles regarding Christianity in general, but the more I learned about the Catholic Church, the fewer obstacles I had.  I read Scott Hahn, Tim Staples, Patrick Madrid, and others.  The more I read the more I realized that the Catholic Church was, indeed, the Church founded by Jesus Christ.


In 2010, I enrolled in the RCIA program and at Easter Vigil in 2011 I was brought into full communion with Mother Church.  Since I was never baptized, at the other churches I had attended, I received the sacraments of Baptism, Holy Communion, and Confirmation at the Easter Vigil Mass.  I knew in my heart and my spirit that Jesus truly was the Messiah and my Redeemer.
 

Sunday, July 3, 2016

I have a darkened heart admits abortionist Dr. Robert Santella




“I have a darkened heart” Dr. Robert Santella the abortionist said to the pro-life activist.

“You have a darkened heart,” the pro-lifer repeated, who was taking a video of the exchange. 

“I do, I do, very, very much so.”
The abortionist was Dr. Robert Santella at the San Diego’s Family Planning Associates clinic. His gestures were very disturbing and dark in nature.


“You’ve got to repent, sir, for murdering babies,” the activist said calmly as the doctor exited the clinic. 

The doctor then got up in the activist’s face with a modulated voice, “Why?”

“Because it’s a sin before God,” the activist replied.

 The doctor growled back, saying 

“Stinky breath!”

“Murdering children is evil of you, sir.”

“Yes, yeah, I am.”

The doctor then did sick disgusting hand gestures that weren't  caught on video. “Wow,” the activist said, “Is that how you murder babies?”

“Yeah," the Doctor replied.   "I love it, love killing babies, yeah, I do.” 

The activist then said he hoped the doctor would come to Christ. 

“Oh, I’ll never go to Christ,” the abortionist got very angry and replied, “No, never will I go to Christ, I don’t listen to Christ.”

The activist then told the abortionist he would one day stand before God in judgement. When the activist said he would be judged “for all the babies you have killed.” The unrepentant  abortionist gleefully responded..

 “I love it, I love killing babies..I love it!”

Dr. Santella was also holding scissors during the exchange, which he held up in his hand at various points. It’s unclear whether he meant to threaten the pro-lifer with them.

Other pro-choicer activist have referenced the demonic in their exchanges with pro-lifers. In April, a group of Satanists staged a bizarre demonstration that, among other things, mocked Catholicism, outside of a Planned Parenthood clinic. 

Most noticeably, in 2013, angry pro-choice activists chanted and sang “Hail, Satan!” as pro-lifers prayed and sang “Amazing Grace” in the Texas state capital.

Make no mistake this abortionist who openly mocks GOD will stand before his creator and he will have to give account for all of the lives he brutally murdered.  I can only pray that before he draws his last breath that he repents before it is too late... 




 

Thursday, June 30, 2016

God revealed to her both Heaven and Hell



Nancy Chandy (Heavenly Call Mission Church, Dallas Texas) shares how God revealed to her both Heaven and Hell; and insight she gained from her experience.


Thursday, June 2, 2016

The Truth Will Set You Free


“The Gospel of Christ isn't about  about ‘tolerance.’ It cares about truth.”

These words caused me to look up from my Bible Gateway app where I was reading along with selected scriptures. Matt Short, missions pastor at One Community Church in Lynchburg, Virginia, had just uttered from the pulpit a profound reality that, regrettably, we hear far too infrequently from this millennial generation (or any generation for that matter).

After several weeks of having worshiped with this young church body, I’ve been repeatedly shocked, and pleasantly so, that, under the headship of lead pastor Paul Dudley and, clearly, the guidance of the Holy Spirit, this group of faithful 20 and 30-somethings does not sidestep truth, in love, as concerns transcendent issues that in today’s politically correct and postmodern culture (to include much of Christianity) are considered highly controversial.

Pastor Short judiciously stacked his words ­ words that blossomed from the very Vine of Truth Himself ­ upon that elusive sweet spot in the tense continuum between truth and grace: two central features of Christ’s nature that are neither mutually exclusive nor at odds with one another.


“There is nothing new under the sun,” we are reminded in Ecclesiastes 1:9.

Indeed, by today’s secular-progressive standards ­ and, more vexing yet, by the standards of lukewarm Christians and ministries that, under the intense thaw of postmodern paganism, fall away from the berg like vast chunks of ice ­ Christ Jesus Himself would, like so many of his followers today, be slandered as an “intolerant bigot” and crucified all over again.

To be sure, under the contemporary misconception of “tolerance,” which supposes that one must not only tolerate sin of every stripe, but refuse to call it even that, Christ was (and is) intolerant indeed. Rather than admonishing the adulterous woman to, “Go now and leave your life of sin” (see John 8:11), postmodernism, to include the moral relativist yeast that leavens the body of Christ, demands, at once, that our never-changing Lord change the unchangeable: “Go now and continue your life of sin.”


This is not true grace.

It is cheap grace.

And it is apostasy.

While it is true that none of us is without sin (I’m the first to drop my stone in the sand for this reason), we are nonetheless commanded to repent of our sins: “I tell you, no, but unless you repent, you will likewise perish (Luke 13:3).”

The first step to repentance is recognizing sin for what it is and rejecting deceptive attempts to sanitize it by calling it something else (i.e., “choice,” “sexual orientation,” “she’s not my wife, but we’re soul mates” and the like). Alas, ’tis true: “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter” (Isaiah 5:20).

Indeed, far too many “seeker friendly” and mainline Christian denominations do just that. They call evil good. They intentionally omit the central “repent and go and sin no more” elements of the good news (or otherwise affirm sin altogether) for fear of driving away would-be fish in the net ­ those slippery little buggers (aren’t we all?) who prefer whirling about in a toxic sea of temptation, rather than surrendering to the ultimate Fisher of Men.


Pastor Short, to his credit, did no such thing. In fact, he went on to address Paul’s rebuke of the church in Galatia. Much like today’s “nicer than Jesus” set, they, too, for different reasons perhaps, adopted a false gospel that, in their eyes, made them more “relevant” and palatable to the world around them.

Sound familiar?

Wrote Paul: “I am astonished that you are so quickly deserting the one who called you to live in the grace of Christ and are turning to a different gospel which is really no gospel at all. Evidently some people are throwing you into confusion and are trying to pervert the gospel of Christ. But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach a gospel other than the one we preached to you,let them be under God’s curse!” (Galatians 1:6-8)


Not very tolerant.

But grace, tempered with truth, nonetheless.

“As we have already said,” Paul continued, “so now I say again: If anybody is preaching to you a gospel other than what you accepted, let them be under God’s curse! Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ” (Galatians 1:9-10).



And so, according to Paul, those who shrink from the “full counsel of God,” are not only out of line, they are under “God’s curse.” The fall he took on the road to Damascus clearly knocked free his ability to skate the thin ice of political correctness.

Still, like the Galatians, far too many in today’s church are more concerned with not offending others, most especially those who are without Christ, and, rather than being fearless “servants of Christ,” instead have busied themselves with “trying to please people.”

And, like the Galatians, they have created a false gospel to that end.


Pleasing the world is not taking up your cross and suffering for Christ. Pleasing the world is a cakewalk. “If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you” (John 15:19).

Does the world hate you?

It should.

We can’t belong to the world and to Christ.

We must choose.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Stories from an RN Nurses About Lessons Before Dying



"I was working ICU and caring for a patient with breast Ca who was dying, minimally responsive for days (this was a long time ago when we actually kept dying patients in ICU). Anyway, she suddenly awoke and was very lucid, asking for some water.....I was a little stunned but got her water for her. 
After she drank she said,  

"Do you know what Jesus just asked me?" 

 Of course I got chill bumps all over and asked...
"No, what?" 

"He asked me if I had done everything with love."

  "And what did you say"

 "I told him that I had tried," 

I told her that most likely that is all any of us are capable of doing. I turned her with some pillows and she fell asleep and died about 10 minutes later. Needless to say, this affected me greatly, I want to be able to give the right answer when Jesus asks. 


 


The second incident, we had an older man with a massive heart attack, lots of other problems and he ended up on the ventilator. He was the meanest old coot ever. His granddaughter worked at the hospital and apologized for his behavior and told us he had always been quite a rounder. 

He would bite, kick, spit, and had to be restrained to keep him from pulling every line he had out. We coded him three times during his stay. 

After the third time, his demeanor changed and he became much more cooperative. We explained the change as a bit of ICU psychosis that had resolved. The gentleman became a "frequent flyer" in our ICU, coming in multiple times with CHF and becoming a regular at our outpatient CHF clinic. 

Suddenly, he became a favorite, always smiling, joking, a dear man. One day he asked me...

"Do you remember the first time I was here and how awful I was." 

I assured him that I did indeed remember. He said...

 "Do you know why I changed?" 

I replied that I didn't but just thought that his meanness was related to his illness. He said...

"No, it wasn't that....the last time you guys brought me back when my heart stopped....I woke up all alone in a very dark place....it was awful, beyond terrifying Though, it was totally black the heat was staggering and there was this awful over powering smell of sulfur and rotting meat. Then, there was a sense of dread, like something bad was coming for me, something REALLY bad.  The sense of impending doom kept getting stronger and stronger. I just knew any second my worst nightmare was going to appear.  I was so scared, I called out and called out and no one answered. Then, by the grace of GOD you were able to start my heart and bring me back to life!

Afterwards, I remembered hearing that when people die and then come back a lot of them see a light and a lot of other "good" stuff. I NEVER saw a light and I knew that if I did not want to go back to that place that I had to change." 

He lived a couple more years after telling me his story and when he finally died in our ICU, I had a feeling that he saw the "light" because he died with a smile on his face.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

In Hell There are Only Screams

In the year
1707, St. Francis of Jerome was preaching, as was his want, in the neighborhood of the
city of Naples. He was speaking of hell and the awful chastisements that await obstinate
sinners. A brazen courtesan who lived there, troubled by a discourse which aroused her remorse, sought to hinder it by jests and shouts, accompanied by noisy instruments. As she was standing close to the window, the Saint cried out:  
 
"Beware, my daughter, of
resisting grace; before eight days God will punish you."
 
 
The unhappy creature grew only
more boisterous. Eight days elapsed, and the holy preacher happened to be again before the same house. This time she was silent, the windows were shut. The hearers, with dismay on their faces, told the Saint that Catherine -- that was the name of the bad woman
-- had a few hours before died suddenly. 
 
"Died!"  he repeated, 
 
"Well, let her tell us now
what she has gained by laughing at hell. Let us ask her." 
 
He uttered these words in an
inspired tone, and every one expected a miracle. Followed by an immense crowd, he went
up to the death chamber, and there, after having prayed for an instant, he uncovers the
face of the corpse, and says in a loud voice, 
 
"Catherine, tell us where art thou now."
 
At this summons, the dead woman lifts her head, while opening her wild eyes, her face
borrows color, her features assume an expression of horrible despair, and in a mournful
voice, she pronounces these words: 
 
"In hell;For All eternity, without hope,without any end, forever and ever till the stars burn out; I am in hell." 
 

Her visage, eyes gray an ashen, her skin shrunken tight like leather around her skull; frame a face whose expression is one of sheer terror.  Without warning Catherine's jaw creaks open unnaturally wide and from it, slowly at first, then building shrill and high, accompanied by lesser sounds; rips a mournful wale torn from the deepest pit of hell.  

"I'm in HELL! Oh my GOD why didn't I listen? Why didn't I answer the call of Christ?  Better that I was never born..."

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

3 TESTIMONIES ABOUT HEAVEN AND HELL


The Bible (God's only trustworthy Word for the human race) tells us: All of us were born with a sin nature. We inherited it from the sinful bloodline of Adam and Eve – the first two created people - because of their disobedience (sin) to God. Jesus Christ paid for everyone’s spiritual pardon come Judgment Day by taking their punishment by dying a cruel death on the cross -- that means YOUR punishment.

Jesus paid the ransom payment for your ETERNAL SPIRITUAL FORGIVENESS – YOUR FREE PARDON FROM ETERNAL SPIRITUAL DEATH.


Imagine being in a court room, and the Judge has just sentenced you to death for the crime you committed. Also imagine Jesus Christ being your lawyer. Jesus Christ says to the Judge (or in other words, God the heavenly Father): “Your honor, I want to serve my client’s sentence and pay the price for his/her wrong-doing by dying instead so my client can go free from the crime he/she has committed.” Can you imagine someone doing such a thing for you?!  JESUS DID IT!


Of course you may be saying to yourself also at that moment: I haven’t done anything to be sentenced to die! I’m being falsely accused! “What have I supposedly DONE, God?!” Here’s your answer: God gave 10 commandments for people to keep in the Old Testament Bible. Anyone who breaks just one of those commandments must be punished for breaking them against God. Where does it say THAT?! It says that in Romans 6:23: For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
 

Have you ever lied? Lied just one time? Everyone of us has lied at least once. Number 9 of the 10 commandments says: Thou shalt not lie (bear false witness). 

 

You know what that makes us? A disobedient sinning liar against God’s moral law – His 10 commandments. (Revelation 21:8 also tells us what God thinks of lying). 

 

  You just read above what God says about our disobedient sinning against Him by breaking just ONE of His moral laws: The wages of doing so is DEATH. Emotional - spiritual death. Total separation from God and agonizingly suffering for our sins for all eternity -- totally void of any love, peace, hope, joy or forgiveness from God ever again (otherwise known as hell).

BUT HERE IS THE GOOD NEWS! We can receive forgiveness for all our disobedience against God the Father and our sin against others RIGHT NOW and have certainty RIGHT NOW that on the Judgment Day, our sins WON’T be held against us! HOW CAN THAT BE?! By asking Jesus Christ to forgive us for our sins and trusting that He HAS forgiven us of them simply by our asking and trusting! Jesus will do it!  1 John 1:8-9 says: If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Thus if we make Jesus our personal Lord and Savior … every time we sin – we have every right to ask Jesus Christ to forgive us of our sin(s) – cleanse us as though we never sinned – so that when our heart stops beating, we can be assured that we won’t have to suffer eternal damnation for our sins. 

 

Jesus Christ did what no other human being has ever done or ever could do. He was the ONLY person on this planet who has never sinned. And because He never sinned, He is the only acceptable sacrifice God the Father would accept to pay ransom payment for each of our sins.

None of us know when our heart will stop beating, do we? Be HIGHLY encouraged to make peace with God the Father through Jesus Christ this very moment. Pray and tell Jesus you are sorry for your sins against God. Ask Him to save you from your sins.  

 

Daily put Him FIRST in everything you think, say and do. As soon as possible, be water baptized, and ask Jesus to fill you with the Holy Spirit so you can be empowered by the Holy Spirit to enjoy reading the New Testament Bible (God's LATEST covenant Word to the human race), and obey the commands God has recorded for followers of Jesus Christ to obey (You will be rewarded for doing so!).  

 

Join with other Christian believers who can help answer the many questions you probably have, and who will pray for and encourage you.  Asking Jesus Christ to be your personal Savior, and making Him Lord of your life is THE WISEST DECISION YOU WILL EVER MAKE.  

 

It will bring you eternal joyous rewards ... and God will be so pleased that you have NOT wasted the eternal purposes God has planned for you!  God never created you to be a wasted creation of His - never forget that - but it is up to YOU to let Him work in your life - daily.  

 

He won't force you.  He must always be invited. (Intimate relationship is never sustained indefinitely with another person without effort; nor so with God. It requires ACTIVE pursuit of the most special person in your life.  God desires YOUR active pursuit of Him more than anything else in your life.  He wants FIRST place - never second.  And in your so doing ...  

 

NO ONE to Him is more desirable than YOU!  He so eagerly desires you to come to that realization, dear one. He truly does.  This life is your starting point with your loving Creator that will last for eternity.)