Friday, January 22, 2010
In 1972 my life was broken. I was a drug addict. I was a criminal. My family was broken. My wife had filed for divorce a couple of times. My children were afraid of me. I really couldn't hold a job, my mental state was terrible. It was in this frame of life that I took my 6 year old son to a little market to purchase some things. On the way in, I met a gentlemen coming out the door. An argument erupted and before I knew it I had hit him and knocked him down. He fell into a pile of bottles. The bottle broke and immediately he leaped up with a broken bottle and began to stab at me. I lifted my left arm to try to stop the blow, and the bottle severed my biceps muscle & the major arteries in my arm. I was bleeding to death in a matter of seconds. But full of anger, hatred and rage, I kept fighting and it kept bleeding. My little son was screaming, he was hysterical.
The owner of the 7-11 store came over and said that if I didn't get to a hospital, I would bleed to death in just a few minutes. So he took me in my own car to the hospital. When we entered the emergency room, I was barely conscious. As the medical staff began to work on me, I could hear their voices, they were saying, We can't help him. He'll have to be transported to another hospital. Probably loose the arm.� By the time they loaded me into the ambulance, my wife had arrived and went with us in the ambulance. But as they pulled out of the parking lot of that hospital, a young paramedic looked down into my face, and I could barely see I was so weak. He said â€œSir, you need Jesus Christ.� But I didn't know Jesus, I didn't know what he was talking about, so my reaction to that was to begin cursing. And again he stated to me, You need Jesus!�
As he was talking to me, it appeared that the ambulance literally blew up in flames. I though it had actually blown up. It filled with smoke and immediately I was moving through that smoke, as if through a tunnel. After some period of time, coming out of the smoke and out of the darkness I began to hear the voices of a multitude of people. They were screaming, groaning and Crying. But as I was looking down, it appeared like a volcanic opening. I saw fire, smoke and people inside of this burning place. They were screaming and crying, they were burning, but they weren't burning up, they weren't being consumed. Then I began moving downward into this opening.
[Wife, Elaine R.]
He was thrashing, just thrashing about, moaning and groaning. It was like a battle was going on. I wasn't a Christian at the time, and I didn't know anything about spiritual battles. But it was scary to me because I could feel it. It was like light and darkness. It was like he was fighting against something. I didn't know what, but now I know, he was seeing the vision of hell.
But the terrible thing was that I began to recognize many of the people that were in these flames. It was like a camera lens was showing me their faces, close up. I could see their features, I could see their agony, pain and frustration. A number of them began to call my name, and said Ronny, don't come to this place, there is no way out. There is no escape if you come here, no way out.�
I looked into the face of one man who had died in a robbery attempt, he had been shot and bleed to death on the sidewalk. I looked into the face of two others who had died drunk in an automobile accident. I looked into the face of others who had died of drug overdoses, that we partied together. They showed agony and pain, but I believe that the most painful part was the loneliness. The depression was so heavy, that there was no hope, no escape, there was not way out of this place. The smell was like sulfur, like an electric welder, the stench was terrible.
In my life, I had seen people killed, I had been involved in fights where people were killed. I've done time in prison for manslaughter. I grew up in a reform school, and in a jail cell. I was beat unmercifully as a child by a father that had temper and alcohol problems. I was a runaway at 12 years old and I felt that there was nothing in this world that could frighten me. My life was wrecked, my marriage was wrecked, my health was wrecked. But now I was seeing something that scared me to death, because I didn't understand it. And as I am looking into this pit, this place of fire, screams and torment, I fade out into blackness.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room in Knoxville, Tennessee with my wife is sitting by. There had been multiple stitches put into my body, my arm was spared. I had almost 100 stitches. I looked into the face of my wife. I wasn't concerned about where I was, or anything around me. All I could visualize was what I had just seen.
He had this funny look on his face, and it was a terrifying look. And he said, I don't really know what's happening to me, but I've been in a terrible place.� And I kept telling him I've been in the hospital, you've been in the hospital all this time.� And he kept saying, No, I've been in another place. I don't know exactly what is was, but it was a terrible, terrible place.�
I could still hear the screams. I could still smell the terrible smell. I could still feel the heat, and I could still hear the voices of people that I've known screaming for me to go back. Through the days to come, I tried every way to get that out of my mind. I tried to get drunk, I could not get drunk. I tried to get stoned, I could not get stoned, I tried everything that I could to get this off my mind and I could not.
One morning, several months later, I came home to where my wife was. I had been trying to get drunk, but I couldn't. When I walked in the house and went back to the bedroom, the light was on. My wife was sitting up in bed, and she had a large book open on her lap. She looked up at me and her face was literally shining. And she said, Ronny, tonight I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my savior,"
She didn't have to say a lot to me, our life had been filled with agony. She grew up in Chicago; her father was a bartender on the South side of Chicago. She knew nothing about God, or church or religion. The pain in her face, the wrinkles that I gave her from my abuse, violence, alcoholism, and drug addiction. Sometimes I would be gone for months of time, and she and the kids would have no idea where I was. But now her face had changed. The wrinkles were literally were gone, a smile had replaced the sorrow and agony. She looked at me and said, Jesus saved me tonight. Would you go with me and hear about this man called Jesus.� I thought to myself, I tried everything else in life, nothing has worked for me. The people I love the most, my wife, my children, I'm terrible to them." So I agreed to go with her.
A couple of weeks later on a Sunday morning, November 2, 1972, just before 12 am, a minister stood to read from the bible. I was sitting in the back of the building, I didn't know anything out of the bible. I didn't know how to act to church. But the minister stood to read from the bible, and he read from the Gospel of John. He began to read these words "behold the lamb of God that takes away the sins of the world."� When he said the Lamb� he had my attention. It wouldn't have meant anything to me, any other passage, but when he mentioned the Lamb he had this hard hearted sinner's attention.
Because when I was 9 years old, a very poor child in the mountains of eastern Tennessee, with a father who only knew anger, abuse and alcohol, a neighbor had given me a baby lamb. And I had to walk two miles to catch the school bus. One day coming through her yard she stopped me and said, Son I have a gift for you� and she showed me this baby lamb.
I took that lamb home with me, it was my friend, the only friend I felt like I had. It was such a friend, in the days and weeks to come it followed me, and it would meet me when I got off the school bus. It came walking through the woods and fields to meet me.
One evening as I came home, the lamb was missing. I heard my father cursing and screaming, he was working on an old model car, changing a flat tire by hand, the old way. I tried to walk around him because I didn't want to be cursed. I tried to bypass him, but when I got on the other side of the car, I looked down and there was my lamb with blood all over the white wool. There was a tire rod sticking in its body.
The lamb had come around just wanting to be curious, and in a drunken fit of anger, my father had plunged the tire iron though that lamb.
When I saw my lamb, my friend, dead, I began to scream. I ran into the woods screaming, he's killed my lamb, he's killed the lamb!�
At 9 years old, hatred and violence took my life, possessed my life. From that point on, I was never ever the same. By 12 years old I was a runaway. I was in the Juvenile system, arrested time after time. I had no respect for authority. I hated anyone that represented authority over me. By the time I was 15 years old, I had been in Jail for car theft, for stealing. At 15 years old I was sentenced for manslaughter; being involved in a car accident that had killed some and left others crippled. At that time I wondered if life would ever hold anything for me.
But when that minister mentioned The Lamb�he had my attention. He said that Jesus Christ was God's lamb, and He died and shed His blood so that whosoever wants to, can have a new start. They could be forgiven and start over.
That morning, as I stood to try to leave the building, I thought, I don't want anybody to see me cry. I haven't cried since I was 9 years old. I'm not afraid of any living thing on this Earth, and no one is going to see me cry."
I turned to leave, but instead I started down the isle toward the front of that building. I didn't know the sinners prayer, I didn't know the Roman road of salvation. But my prayer was this, God, if You exist, and Jesus, if You are God's lamb, please, please kill me or cure me. I don't want to live anymore, I'm not a husband, I'm not a father, I'm no good.� And at that instant, it was like the darkness and the blackness left my life. Then the tears began to flow and for the first time since I was 9 years old, the tears did run. The guilt left my life, the violence, anger and the hatred left my life. And Jesus Christ became Lord and savior of my life that morning.
Since that time I didn't know what would happen. God healed my mind, my memory, the drug addiction; the alcoholism was instantaneously gone, delivered. And for that moment I knew I had to tell the story of what had happened to me. My life was only spared to tell others about the place that I had seen, and the hope of Jesus Christ to save mankind from this terrible fate.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
This past week about Brit Hume's remarks on the Fox News Sunday program in which he told Tiger Woods he should turn to the Christian faith to receive forgiveness, be restored and be a great example to the world.
Later on The O' Reilly Factor, Hume went on to say that what Tiger needs is a genuine conversion, and if he experiences such a miracle, as other public figures who have fallen hard and then altered their lives' course by turning to follow Christ (Chuck Colson was mentioned), then we, the public, would know it by the evidence of his life. We would witness his conversion and know it was real by the fruits of his life thereafter.
All I can say is BRAVO' Brit Hume for your candor and love for your fallen brother Tiger Woods. You KNEW this would cost you greatly and still you had the CHRIST like love to go forth in a fallen world and offer the only TRUE redemption there is, the DIVINE MERCY, LOVE, and FORGIVENESS of our LORD JESUS CHRIST.
Our LORD JESUS spoke saying...
Prayer is, in the strictest sense, a humble religious petition of man to God to seek divine benevolence and benefits he needs for life, both temporal and eternal. It is a conversation with God, either by accepted prayer forms, or from the heart. Here, then, in conversational verse, is a hypothetical talk the Lord might have with us, His children..........
It is not necessary my child, to know much in order to please me much; it is enough that you love me fervently. Speak here to me then, as you would speak to your most intimate friend, to your mother, to your brother.So, you want to ask me to do something for someone? Tell me his name. Is it your parents, your brothers, your friends? Tell me what you want me to do for them now. Ask much, very much: do not hesitate to ask. I love generous hearts who somehow can come to forget themselves to look after the needs of others. Speak sincerely to me then, of the poor you would console, of the sick you see suffering, of the strayed you yearn to see return to the right path, of those absent friends you want at your side again. Say at least one word for each.
Do you need a particular favor? Make a list, as it were, of your needs, and come and read it in my presence.
Tell me frankly that you are prone to anger, that you love sensuality and pleasure, that you are perhaps proud, variable, negligent . . . Ask me to come to the help of those efforts, many or few, which you undertake to free yourself from these faults.
Do not be ashamed, poor soul; there are in Heaven so many saints who had these same defects; but they prayed humbly, and little by little they saw themselves freed from them.
Do not hesitate to ask Me for spiritual and material goods; for health, memory, success in your work, enterprises and studies; all these I can give and I do give -- as long as they do not hinder, but rather assist your sanctification. Precisely today, what do you need? What can I do for you? If only you knew how much I would like to help you!
Do you have, right now, some project in mind? Tell me everything in detail. What preoccupies you? What are you thinking? What do you want? What do you want me to do for your parents, your brothers, your children, your superiors? What would you want to do for them?
And for me, do you feel an attraction for my glory? Do you not want to do something for those friends whom you love much but who perhaps live separated from me?
Tell me what in particular attracts your attention today, what you desire most ardently and what means you have of obtaining it? Tell me if your plans are not working and I will tell you the causes of your difficulties. Do you not want to interest me in your quest? My dear one, I am the Lord of hearts and I move them, without violating their freedom, to wherever I please.
Are you perhaps sad, or in bad humor? Tell me, tell me, you inconsolable soul, tell me your sorrows in all their details. Who wounded you? come close to my Heart, and find in it a refreshing balsam for the wounds in yours. Then, you will confess that, like me, you forgive everything, you forget everything. In appreciation, you will receive my consoling benediction.
Are you perhaps afraid? Do you feel in your soul those vague stirrings of sadness which, however unjustified, can be so tearing? Throw yourself in the arms of my Providence. I am with you. I am at your side. I see everything. I hear everything. I shall not abandon you for one moment.
Do you feel ignored by persons who loved you once but who now have forgotten you without cause? Pray from them and I will bring them back to you if they are not obstacles to your salvation.
And don't you have, perhaps, some joy to communicate to me? Why don't you let me share it with you, like a friend?
Tell me what has consoled and gladdened your heart since yesterday, since you last visited me. Perhaps you have had an agreeable surprise; perhaps you have seen grave doubts dissipated, or you have received good news -- a letter, or perhaps a gesture of love. Maybe you have overcome some difficulty, or come out of a trying situation. All of this is my work. I have obtained this for you. Why not show me your gratitude and say, like a child to its father, "Thank you, my Father, thank you." Gratitude brings forth new gifts since benefactors, as you know, like to see themselves appreciated.
Do you not have a promise to make to me? I read, you know, the bottom of hearts. Men are easily deceived, but not God. Speak to me, then honestly; do you have firm intentions of avoiding the occasion of sin? Of denying yourself that object that harmed your soul? Of not reading again that book which excited your imagination? Of avoiding that person who disturbed the peace of your soul?
Will you be kind to that person who, because he offended you, you have regarded as an enemy?
And now, my child return to your work, to your office, to your family, to your studies -- but do not forget these fifteen minutes of intimate conversation we have had in the privacy of the sanctuary. Keep as much as possible, silence, resignation, modesty, charity towards your neighbors. Love and honor my Mother, who is also your Mother. And please come again tomorrow with an even more fervent heart, to unite it to mine. In it you will find every day new love, new gifts, new consolation.
Here I await you.
The Lord said to Blessed Faustina:
"You will recite this chaplet on the beads of the Rosary in the following manner:"
First of all, you will say one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and the I Believe In God.
Then: On the Our Father Beads you will say the following words:
Eternal Father, I offer You the Body and Blood Soul and Divinity of Your dearly beloved Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, in atonement for our sins and those of the whole world.
On the Hail Mary Beads you will say the following words:
For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world.
In conclusion Three Times you will recite these words:
Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One, have mercy on us and on the whole world. (Diary, 476)
Our Lord said to Blessed Faustine:
Unceasingly recite this chaplet that I have taught you. Whoever will recite it will receive great mercy at the hour of death ... Priest will recommend it to sinners as their last hope of salvation. Even the most hardened sinner, if he recites this chaplet even once, will receive grace from My infinite mercy...
Oh, what great graces I will grant to souls who will recite this chaplet...
Through the chaplet you will obtain anything, if what you ask for is compatible with My will...
I want the whole world to know My infinite mercy. I want to give unimaginable graces to those who trust in My mercy...
"Tell them JESUS CHRIST is coming very, very soon!"
Bill Wiese's visit to the devil's lair lasted just twenty-three minutes, but he returned with vivid details etched in his memory. Since this life-changing ordeal, he has spent the last seven years studying the Scriptures to find answers and has listed more than 150 Bible verses referencing hell.
Everyone is curious about the afterlife, and now Wiese shares his insights to commonly asked questions such as:
* Is hell a literal burning place?
* Where is hell?
* Do you have a body in hell?
* Are there Degrees of punishment in hell?
* Are there children in hell?
* Can Demons torment people in hell?
* Can "good" people go to hell?
"Even if you don't believe my story, I hope you will believe the Scriptures and avoid hell just the same."
Here is an interesting testimony given by a Korean pastor Kim, Joo-Eun...
A week after the New Year I went to my maternal grandparent’s house. My grandfather and grandmother greeted me joyfully.
My pastor and father said, “Joo-Eun, right now your grandpa and grandma will be reciting the sinner’s prayer of repentance so observe carefully with you spiritual eye” and then he began preparing for prayer.
My father asked my grandparents to kneel down and repeat the prayer after him. They both repeated “Our heavenly father I am a sinner. I did not know you and lived until now worshiping an idol. Please forgive me of my sins! From now one I will accept and worship your son Jesus Christ as my savior!”
After they prayed God sent two angels to descend from heaven and took their place besides my grandparents. The two angels were my grandparent’s guardian angels who will protect them until the end.
As soon as the angels descended from heaven they respectfully bowed their heads before Jesus, and by raising one hand they displayed what looked like a gesture of taking a pledge.
This scene looked heroic yet humbling. Jesus spoke to them with His glorious and majestic voice. “You have been entrusted with the duty of protecting brother Kang, Soo-Yong, and sister, Haam, Oak-Boon until they depart from this earth. Do you understand?”
As soon as the command was given the angels bowed their heads and knelt their knees slightly and respectfully answered, “Yes, my holy Lord! We will do as you said.”
There is LIFE after death.
You will live ETERNALLY.
In Eternity you will live in only one of two places, either HEAVEN or hell.
There is ONLY one way to get into Heaven, there are an infinite ways to end up in hell.
The first step in getting into HEAVEN, is that you must TRULY accept JESUS CHRIST as your LORD and Savior.
The second step is spending the rest of your life living by Faith in JESUS CHRIST and HIS finished work at the Cross.
The third step trusting that JESUS CHRIST loves you and will NEVER forsake you nor abandon you.
The fourth step is to thank ALMIGHTY GOD in Heaven that HE gave HIS only begotten Son as ransom for your sins.