Marino Restrepo's Remarkable Testimony

Marino Restrepo is a Catholic lay missionary from Colombia who travels the world speaking about his trip to PURGATORY.  It is an AWESOME, eye opening testimony about what PURGATORY is and why Christians go to PURGATORY.  This video is Part i of 5.  I have personally read this man's book and it is a Blessing from GOD!

Marino was born a Catholic but disregarded his faith at an early age and embraced all the self-seeking illusions of the world. He chose to experience a life of drugs, unhealthy relationships and New Age philosophies. His acting/musical career led him to Hollywood where he was a... producer and musician. Marino thought he had it all until a visit home to Colombia in 1997 for Christmas. His sister encouraged him to pray a novena prayer to the baby Jesus. He accepted thinking it would give him an extra ounce of ‘good luck’. Following the novena, Marino went on his way to visit his uncle.

His visit was short-lived as Marino was kidnapped by guerrilla rebels of the FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia) and held captive in the jungle for six months. They told him they would kill him once they had received ransom for his kidnap. For 15 days he lay in a cave full of bats and infested with numerous insects and bugs. It was here, in his complete isolation and despair, that Marino had a mystical experience of God. His life changed forever.

Five and a half months later, Marino was miraculously released from captivity after a miracle of God, and after his release he went back to his Catholic faith. Eighteen months later he became a full time missionary for the Catholic Church leaving all of his past, and his worldly possessions behind.

Who is Satan?

Written by FATHER GEORGE RUTLER

Satan never looks like Satan.

 

God so loved the world that he spared us the indignity of making us feel good about ourselves. "The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the works of the devil" (1 John 3:8). If utopians indulge the dangerous sentimentality that thinks Satan is a mythic cipher to explain the problem of evil, Jesus does not. He knows the origin and character of Satan: "He was a murderer from the beginning. When he lies he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies" (John 8:44).


Satan hides behind the plural: he pretends to be more than he is, intimidating others by celebrity and popular support. "What do you have to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth?" But in the presence of the Truth, even Satan cannot lie. He drops the plural and confesses what no mortal yet knew: "I know who you are — the Holy One of God!" (Mark 1:24). Our Creator knows more about the problem of evil than we do. Logically, if God did not exist, evil would not be a problem. It would be just an energy equivalent to good. In every age, those who have cooperated with Satan have solved the problem of evil to their satisfaction by saying that it is good. Many of these figures have had a seductive power over people that cannot be explained by simple human charm and persuasiveness.


Satan hates not being God. He is only a creature. His hatred refracts into a hatred of the Church, which is the only power against him in this world. He does not waste his time on false religions, heretics and braggarts. He hates the Sacrament of Reconciliation and tears down Confessionals because he wants to separate man from God. "Although Satan may act in the world out of hatred for God and his kingdom in Christ Jesus, and although his action may cause grave injuries — of a spiritual nature and, indirectly, even of a physical nature — to each man and to society, the action is permitted by divine providence which with strength and gentleness guides human and cosmic history" (Catechism of the Catholic Church #395).

Satan never looks like Satan. He drapes himself in celebrity and humor and humanitarianism, using celebrity to mislead, humor to mock, and humanitarianism to de-humanize. One hatred in him always exposes him for what he is. Because our Lord said that we must become like little children to inherit the Kingdom of heaven, Satan hates babies. With great wisdom, the older Rite for the Baptism of a Child begins: "I exorcise you, unclean spirit, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Come forth, depart from this servant of God, for He commands you, accursed and damned spirit."

GOD simply said..."Get to Know me"

Man died in Las Vegas at a Poker table...

The rest is the Awesome Love of Our Father in Heaven who gave HIS Only Begotten Son JESUS CHRIST to save us from eternal damnation.

Glory to you Lord GOD of All that is!

Divine Mercy offered in her last moments

Inez Dawes at 17 year old who died from burst appendix.  She was clinically dead and left in the morgue for over 4 hours.  While she was absent from her body she saw, heard, and smelled Hell.  It was there that the Divine Mercy of Almighty GOD allowed her to met and receive the gift of eternal salvation through OUR Lord Jesus Christ.

Hiroshima: A Priest's Story

Father Tadashi Hasegawa is a Catholic priest and pastor of Hiroshima's Misasa Catholic Church, which stands not far away from where he had been severely injured by the A-bomb in 1945. He sat with me in his rectory and, after serving iced coffee, told his story with animated gestures.

"I was with some 15 students on the river bank when the bomb dropped. I was 14 years old and a little over a mile from the hypocenter. At 7:30 that morning the air-raid warning had been lifted, and some of us students were taking a swim before reporting for our 8:30 work assignment at the nearby school. I was up on the bank. I heard a B-29 coming and those of us who were gathered there spotted it in the sky.…I fell face down on the ground. The bomb exploded and I was surrounded by yellow light. It was as though ping-pong balls of light were falling all around me. Tremendous heat burned fiercely into my back as well as into the back of my head, arms and legs. My clothing caught fire.
"The students who kept looking at the sky when the bomb exploded suffered burns all over the front of their bodies. They all died within two weeks of the bombing.
"Because my clothes were burning, I jumped into the river. When I hit the water, my whole body felt stabbed with sharp pain. When I got out of the river, my skin came off and hung down from my fingernails. I had to walk like a chimpanzee because of my hanging skin.

"All the houses in the area were flattened to the ground, and fires were beginning to spread. Burning debris sucked up into the blast was falling from the sky. Pieces of broken glass and tile were pelting down around me. To avoid the falling, flaming debris, I went into a small bomb shelter but had to leave when smoke began drifting in. As I started upstream, I saw thousands of dead bodies along the riverside and floating in the river. No doubt, they had fled from the burning houses. At times, I had to crawl over the bodies on my hands and knees. Eventually I arrived at a park. Around evening, I began vomiting blood and diarrhea started.

I was taken into someone's house. My father had located me and was searching in vain for a doctor. Finally, he went to a Jesuit monastery in the vicinity. It was filled with injured people, and there seemed to be no chance of finding help. But just as he was leaving, the Jesuit superior told him that he would come himself to visit me. The Jesuit was none other than Father Pedro Arrupe, a missionary in Hiroshima who would one day go to Rome as head of the whole Jesuit Order. Father Arrupe came to wash my wounds, which were encrusted and contaminated with ash and mud.

"I could not move. I was lying on wax paper placed over a mat. My condition was critical, and Father Arrupe tried to treat me for three or four days. That's all he could do. Infection set in, followed later by intestinal disease, and for weeks my life hung on a thread. By the time Father Arrupe came back on September 30, 1 was just skin and bones. He just looked at me and broke into tears.

"On that same day—after Father Arrope left—a German Jesuit showed up at my side quite mysteriously and providentially. My family and I were Buddhists at the time, but he used words like God, heaven, Jesus Christ, crucifixion. He asked my family to give him some water, and he baptized me. He then told my parents that I would sleep for one week and they should not touch me. My mother was very worried because my condition was horrible at the time. Thousands of maggots were in the wounds all over my body. Puss was oozing everywhere and I had a terrible bed rash.

"But I fell into a peaceful sleep for a whole week, My mother checked on me often, afraid she would find me dead. The priest checked on me about the third day and then came back after a week. He told my mom she could touch me. She began peeling the bandages off my arms and found that they came off easily, with no adhesion. She found dead maggots on the wounds, and the wounds were much better. They had healed on my back and all over.

"After my remarkable recovery my family became interested in the Catholic faith and were all baptized the following year. I went on to study for the priesthood and was ordained in 1965. I believe I was allowed to live and become a priest so that my prayers and Masses might help console the souls of those who died from the atomic bomb, In many cases, whole families were wiped out and no one was left to mourn for them. As a priest, I am able to remember them.

Awol Soldier dies an goes to HELL

“Hell is definitely real. Real. Very much real.”

Carl Knighton knows what hell is like because he says he went there after he accidentally overdosed on a drug called Valium.

“Like the bible says you are in torment,” says Carl.
Even though it happened more than twenty years ago Carl was able to draw pictures of what he says he encountered in hell.

Carl remembers as he shows drawings, “The one in the middle is trying to get out of the fire but there’s no way they can get out. There’s no hope for them. There’s no way of escape for them.”

Carl grew up in a Christian home where he had been taught that heaven and hell were real places. Even as a child, he was sensitive to the things of God.

“I always felt the presence of God. I’ve seen angels of God at a young age and that let me know that God was with me.”

After high school, Carl joined the army and married. Both his marriage and his military career were short lived.

Carl says, “Platoon leader meaning Platoon sergeant and squad leader would come to me and say, ’You’re not doing your job and you should be doing better than this. And you’re not going to ever make the next rank. And you know your career is going to end.’ So I got really frustrated.”

Carl decided it was time to get out of the army – by going AWOL. He hitch hiked to Ohio to see an old friend. He then went on a two-week drug binge. One night Carl went to a crack house in the worst part of Columbus, Ohio.

“You could smell the stench of the crack cocaine. You could smell the stench of the marijuana. People were high and laying all across the floors.”

Carl smoked some crack and started drinking alcohol and using other drugs. But he says he believes it was the last pill he took that sent him on a journey to hell.

Carl remembers, “And I took that Valium and before I knew it I fell off the couch onto the floor. It was pitch black dark. I began to quiver. I began to have the shakes. And I began going down and down and down like a deep pit and I start smelling the stench of hell. It’s the most rottenness thing that you could ever smell in your life. In fact, you can’t even imagine it. I began to fill a tugging and pulling like the bible says the demons tug and nag at you. They were calling my name. ‘We got you. We got you. We got you. You belong to us now.’ I saw souls. Lost souls that were in torment in the lake of fire. They were crying and calling on God. They were hopeless. And I called on the Lord, ‘Jesus. Jesus. Help me Jesus. Help me Jesus.’ And soon as I called on his name. I saw the hand of God snatch me out of hell and my spirit went back into my body.”

Carl says that he was in hell for more than half an hour.

“I was shaking and trembling and I turned my head to the right and they said I was dead. And they said it was 30 to 35 minutes but I know that was a loving God that loved me so much.”

Three days later, Carl returned to Ft. Eustis, Virginia to face the consequences of going AWOL. He was demoted and was confined to the barracks for one month. During that time alone he completely surrendered his life to Jesus Christ.

“I immediately asked the Lord to forgive me and I repented and put those sins behind me. I went forward in God. I really gave my life back to Christ after that,” says Carl.
Today Carl is married again. He’s on a mission: to tell as many people as he can about the reality of heaven and hell.

“God loved me so much that he gave me a second chance.  And I’m here to tell the story not a story but a true testimony of how awesome God is if people will only listen. And don’t take God for granted. Don’t throw your life away. Accept Jesus as your savior. “