African Saint

  A small testimony from "Where Do We Go From Here?" by, Erwin W. Lutzer.

  He was a member of a very small family of one. His parents both died of sickness at a young age.  He had no aunts, no uncles, no brothers, no sisters that he could rely on.  The only thing he had was a dusty mud hut and the hand out of his neighbors.  He hated his lot in life.  He was lonely, poor and had no future and no hope of one.  Each day was nothing more then a copy of the previous dull, hot, hungry day before it.  That was until a young missionary couple got lost on the near by dirt pack road leading to the town 5 kilometers away.  They saw him sitting in the door of his reed and mud hut.

Thinking he might know how to get to the nearest town they came and spoke to him.  To his amazement they spoke his dialect and off shoot of Swahili.  After giving them directions he asked them why were they all the way out here in the middle of the dry plain.  After all there were no white settlements near by.  They told him that they were sent by the creator to gather his children together for his soon return.  This piqued Mubari's curiosity, he was amazed that they knew the creator of the sun, moon and stars.  Mubari asked them what he the creator was like.

The missionary couple told Mubari all about the love of  JESUS CHRIST.   How GOD had sent HIS only begotten SON to save the world.  Having spent his whole life lost and alone, Mubari wanted the couple to ask the creator who exactly are his children.  When the couple told Mubari that he could be one of the Creator's children if he wanted, Mubari wept tears of joy. That day Mubari asked JESUS CHRIST to come into his heart and be his Savior.  

 After a year witnessing to everyone who would listen Mubari a young African Christian was martyred for his faith in JESUS CHRIST.

These words were found in his small reed and mud hut:

'I'm part of the fellowship of the unashamed, the die has been cast, I have stepped over the line, the decision has been made - I'm a disciple of Jesus Christ - I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.
My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure - I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I won't give up, shut up, let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up for the cause of Jesus Christ. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till everyone knows, work till He stops me and when He comes for His own."
 

Glory and praise to you Lord JESUS CHRIST!




Our Father Who art in Heaven Glory and Honor Forever n Ever!

Moishe’s 90 Dreams in a Row About the Messiah

This amazing story was sent to me today from  This happened during Matt Schwartz's , founder and president of Intercessors for Israel March for the Lord in 1994. 

 

We had some 66 Spirit-filled saints from America with us. We marched down Tel Aviv’s main street, Deizengorf Street, with our banners. We had a sound system, and all the Israelis came out from their shops and stores and stood on the sidewalk, and joined our singing, as we marched past them. We threw flowers, we gave out gospel tracts, we loved the Israelis. They loved us back. We were singing, Am Yisrael Chaii and Hava – Negilla, the same songs the Israeli’s sang when they became a nation in 1948 and again when they captured Jerusalem in the six-day war in 1967. The Lord told us to learn and to sing their songs of victory, as we marched for the King of Kings down the main street in Tel Aviv.

Among the hundreds of Israelis we met that day in 1994 was an 80-year-old man named Moishe (Moses). Moishe is a Bible-believing, orthodox Jew, originally from Germany. He met his wife Esther, in a concentration camp that was liberated by the Americans in 1945. Moishe and Esther married, and made Aliya to Israel in 1945. They celebrated the birth of Israel in 1948. They are religious Jews, keep Sabbath, and believe in Messiah’s imminent coming. When they heard our music in the streets (Moishe is the owner of Sterns Jewelry Store), they ran out from their store. When our Messiah parade came by, Moishe ran out to us and said, “This is the same music I have been hearing in my dreams at night.” (That’s amazing, since we were also singing, Amazing Grace, Hallelujah and other godly hymns not known or sung by Jews.) Moishe told us that He was having a recurring dream, every night for the past 90 nights. For three months, he woke up in the middle of the night expecting to meet the Messiah.

First Moishe heard the sound of trumpets sounding all through the land of Israel. The trumpets were so real they woke him up, usually around 3:00 a.m., in the morning. It was so real, Moishe told us, that he got up from bed, put on his bathrobe, and went to the front door of their small apartment in Tel Aviv. Moishe opened the door and could hear the sound of trumpets in the distance. “The sound was beautiful,” he said. Then he heard a voice gently saying to him, “Moishe, look up.” When he looked up to the sky, Moishe saw “a mighty army, dressed for battle.” The army was gathered for war. They wore white robes, had ephods of pure gold on their chests, and had drawn swords.

The army, Moishe said, numbered into the millions. They were all riding upon white stallions. Their leader sat on the lead white horse. Upon His head, Moishe told us, was a crown with many jewels. This “Messiah” wore a royal robe, which Moishe said was a “white and blue tallit, the Jewish prayer shawl. He had eyes of fire. He was getting ready to execute judgment on Israel’s enemies who had sought to seize Jerusalem. Just behind the leader and his army in the sky, was a city with 12 gates, also descending from heaven. The army waited. The heavenly city hovered over the city of Jerusalem,

Moishe said, “Lord, who are you? What is your name? I know you are our Messiah. We have waited for this day since 1948.” Suddenly, a gentle voice answered Moishe, saying, “I am called the Champion.”

Then the trumpets stopped. The army faded away, and finally, the Champion said, “Moishe, I love you. I am coming soon. Wait for me.” Moishe woke his wife, Esther. She said, “Moishe, go to the rabbis. Tell them about your dream.”

Moishe obeyed his wife. He talked with over thirty different Orthodox Jewish rabbis in Tel Aviv and in Jerusalem. The rabbis had never heard of a Messiah coming from heaven with a mighty army of soldiers riding on whitehorses, or of a city called the “New Jerusalem,” or of the Messiah being called, “The Champion.” When Moishe and his wife ran out to meet our parade, he told about his dream and asked us a simple question. Do you know who is this person, who rides a horse and comes from heaven to Israel, and calls himself, “the Champion ?”

I had a pastor with me from Eugene, Oregon named Brad Lane. Brad began to answer Moishe and his lovely wife, Esther. Our dancers stopped dancing. Our worship team played gently in the background, “Hallelujah.” Moishe and Esther, both 80 years old, stood in the middle of our circle. Pastor Brad Lane, answered Moishe and his wife, saying, “Moishe, God has given you this anointed dream for the past 90 nights. God Loves you and your family. God knows you’re a God-fearing, righteous Jew. You survived the Holocaust. You live in Israel. You believe in the Messiah. The reason that the rabbis have never heard of the Champion, riding to Jerusalem on a white horse, is because that portrait is not in the Tenach (the Old Testament) but is found in the New Testament. Would you like to see this Scripture. It’s in the book of Revelation, chapter 19. Moishe, said, “Yes, of course, I want to see this verse.” We all gathered and began to pray, “Lord, touch Moishe’s heart as he reads the book of Revelation.”

Brad said, “Moishe, I want you to read this, out loud, and tell me, if this describes your dream.” Slowly, Moishe, put on his reading glasses. Some of his employees from the jewelry store had joined our circle on Deizengorf Street. Esther, Moishe’s wife of 50 years, stood by his side. Car horns honked, taxis, drove by. It was a typical Sunday afternoon in the bustling city of Tel Aviv, Israel. Moishe began to read out loud, from Revelation 19:11-12, the words written by John, the Apostle, some 2000 years ago, in the 66th book of the Bible. “And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. 12 His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. 13 And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God’” (Revelation 19: 11-13).

Moishe stopped reading. Pastor Brad Lane, from Eugene Oregon said, Moishe, Does this describe The Champion you have seen in your dream? Moishe said, “Yes, Brad, it does.” Brad said, “Moishe, would you like to know the real Hebrew name of your “Champion”?

Moishe said, “Yes, Brad. Tell me His name. Who is He ? Brad said, “His name is Jesus. His Hebrew name is Y’shua, Yeshua Ben David. Jesus, the son of David. Would you like to ask Him to be your Savior and Lord today? Moishe didn’t hesitate when he answered, “Yes, Brad, I am ready. Brad turned to me, and said, Pastor Matt, would you lead us in prayer.” I said, “with pleasure.” Moishe, Esther and several of their employees, a group of five, prayed with us a simple, but powerful prayer of salvation. “Yesua, I am a sinner. I accept your finished work on the Cross. I repent of my sins. Please, save me, heal me, redeem me, love me, and let me come into your kingdom. I accept the gift of eternal life, I know you are the Messiah, I believe in You. I trust you. In the name of Yshua, hamashiah, Amen.”

A gentle peace settled over Moishe and his wife. His three Israeli employees had tears in their eyes. One of them, an Israeli girl named, Dayla, said, “God has sent you to Israel, to show us the way to peace. Jesus is coming again soon.”

We went into Moishes’ store, and he and Esther served us some Israeli coffee and Jewish cakes. We held hands a second time, and prayed again. This time, Lorna, my dance leader from Toledo, Ohio, said, “Moishe, Esther, God has more for you today.” Lorna, a 51-year-old housewife from America, laid her hands on Moishe and his wife and prayed for them to be “filled with the Holy Spirit.” We waited. We all prayed. Then we started singing, Hava, negillah. We began to dance. Moishe, Esther and their three saved Israeli staff led us in the traditional Jewish Hora. We praised the Lord. They closed the store. We stayed and had dinner with them. We made friends, for life. We told the five of them that had just gotten saved about, Ari and Shira Sorko Ram, Messianic Pastors. We gave them the address of thiscongregation in Tel Aviv. They promised to attend the mid-week bible study. Pastor Brad Lane, from Eugene Oregon, had the final word. He said, “Moishe, God gave you a special dream. Dreams, are found in Joel, 2:28. The Scriptures say, ‘In the last days, I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh. Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.’ Jesus is coming again soon. Moishe, tell your friends and family in Israel about your dreams. Read to them Revelation 19:11,12. Moishe and Esther smiled.

They, at age 80, had found their long awaited Messiah. They had peace at last. They are a part of Israel’s first fruits. They will be in the rapture. They love the Lord. Thank you for praying for the peace of Jerusalem. Moishe and Esther are an answer to your prayers. They know the man of peace is NOT a leader from Europe, or a false, secular Israeli prophet. They have found peace in Y’shua, who is called in Isaiah 9:6, Israel’s true, “Prince of Peace.”

Moishe clarification by Jim Bramlett Apr 30, 2002
Dear friends:
In the message about Moishe yesterday, the Lord said to him, “Moishe, I love you. I am coming soon. Wait for me.”

This was eight years ago, in 1994, and Moishe was age 80. Moishe would be age 88 now. Since Jesus said to him, “Wait for me,” like me you may be wondering if Moshe is still alive, and if maybe we have another Dr. Eby-type situation.

For your info, I queried Matt Schwartz about this, and last night he replied: “Yes, exactly, like Dr. Eby. As far as I know, Moishe is still alive. Last I heard he had witnessed to many in Israel, then made a journey back to Hamburg Germany to tell some of his old friends about his dream and of the coming of Israel’s Messiah.”

Jerry Sr is a Wise Son of JESUS CHRIST

I attended a  Crawfish boil this afternoon here in New Orleans Louisiana.  It was a beautiful day and it was wonderful to spend it with close friends and family.  As always Jerry Sr and I engaged in a discussion on our Lord JESUS CHRIST, the BIBLE, Salvation, Catholicism, Protestantism, and the non-denominational Churches.   I had recently purchased a book for Jerry Sr.  It was "The One Thing You Can't do in Heaven" written by a close friend of mine Mark Cahill.

(Check out Mark Cahill's ministry at his website: http://www.markcahill.org) 

Jerry Sr is whip smart and very little slips by him. Jerry Sr is also a staunch Catholic. Mark Cahill hails from the non-denominational Churches.  Which is to say the Protestant Church.   These are two sides of the same coin, but do to doctrinal issues very rarely can the two sides agree on anything.  I try very hard not to get bogged down in doctrinal issues because I am a Christian first. I believe that an intimate relationship with JESUS CHRIST, GOD the Father, and being filled with the HOLY SPIRIT are the most important thing.  As for where the LORD desires to plant you I l;eave that up to the Almighty Creator of the Universe. 

In his book Mark Cahill makes a definitive statement about different entertainers, political figures, all burning in HELL.  In Mark's Cahill's defense the fruit of their lives, the sinful way in which these men conducted themselves, leaves little hope that these men are any where but Hell at the present moment.  

Jerry Sr made a profound statement refuting Mark Cahill's declaration that these men are certainly burning in HELL.  Jerry Sr said this...

"When someone states that absolutely these men are burning in hell they are putting ALMIGHTY GOD the creator of the Universe into a very small box.  Who ever makes proclamations about judgements that ONLY GOD the FATHER has the power and authority are denying GOD as the Ultimate authority.  These human judgements deny  the power of JESUS CHRIST'S shed blood. They are denying the power of the Cross. They are denying the Divine Mercy of Our Father in Heaven who's compassion knows no bounds.  

When one says..."He or She is burning in HELL now!"  What they are really saying is..."GOD is limited and incapable of something so Merciful as a deathbed conversion!  What they are saying is..."GOD can't possibly forgive such a sinful life." 

But...Isn't that the point of the Cross!  That if you will humble yourself and ask forgiveness that JESUS CHRIST the Divine Son of GOD can and will forgive a life spent in sin!

After all the 1st person to walk into Heaven after the Cross at Calvary was a THIEF!  A man who was crucified for the crimes he committed during during life.  I assure you that there were people who knew that thief who said..."He is burning in Sheol now!"  But you and I know different because the Word of GOD tells us so...

 "Two others also, who were criminals, were being led away to be put to death with Him. 33 When they came to the place called The Skull, there they crucified Him and the criminals, one on the right and the other on the left. 34 But Jesus was saying, "Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing." And they cast lots, dividing up His garments among themselves. 35 And the people stood by, looking on. And even the rulers were sneering at Him, saying, "He saved others; let Him save Himself if this is the Christ of God, His Chosen One." 36 The soldiers also mocked Him, coming up to Him, offering Him sour wine, 37 and saying, "If You are the King of the Jews, save Yourself!" 38 Now there was also an inscription above Him, "THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS." 

39 One of the criminals who were hanged there was hurling abuse at Him, saying, "Are You not the Christ? Save Yourself and us!" 40 But the other answered, and rebuking him said, "Do you not even fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? 41 "And we indeed are suffering justly, for we are receiving what we deserve for our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong." 42 And he was saying, "Jesus, remember me when You come in Your kingdom!" 43 And He said to him, "Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise."    Luke 23:32-43

 
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Young boy takes 2 recent trips to Heaven

1st recent trip to Heaven by a young teenage boy. The following was recorded by his Mother:

4/18/13

I went to pray but before I could even think a word I was instantly in heaven. I was wearing my cloths but I noticed that he put shoes on me. They kinda looked like hockey boots but obviously without blades and they were flexible. There was a lush green plain and I could see huge mountains off in the distance. I was standing under a large arch rock formation. To the left of me was a big canyon with a waterfall. There was a kid there in his pajamas who discovered that if you stood in the fall and jumped it would carry you up it for a bit and then slide you back down. There were other people there to. I saw a woman wearing a winter coat talking with someone.

I knew that these people were visiting at the same time as me. Just about all the boulders on the ground had water trickling out if them. The water was so pure it was blue. The dirt was a beautiful red (not a red I have ever really seen before) and the sky to my right was a color I could never describe. You could feel the presence of Jesus but I never saw him. To the left of me across the canyon you could see space. I knew that I could go into space (and be safe to explore) if I wanted to.

 When I looked down just a short way into space I saw Satan traveling back and forth between his planet and earth. He is a big red dragon with a horrible head with lots of different crowns of gross black hair. I looked at the earth and suddenly I had a vision and saw the earth being consumed by flame going from right to left across the planet. I knew that there were people there and I felt bad for them. As soon as I had this thought I was back in my room. I was really bummed because I wanted to try that waterfall jumping thing!

2nd Trip

Mother talking:  Before I start I will apologize for the wording of this visit/vision. When my son told me about it I pelted him with a million questions! Ha ha ha Anyhow I wrote down everything he said but rather than it being in a story line form all my questions got in there and he answered the ones he could along the way. This is a bit long so grab a drink and a snack!
 

4/19/13

I was sleeping and the next thing I knew I was in Heaven playing a hockey game. It was 4 on 4 hockey with Walter Gretzky, Eric Lindros, Serge Federov, Brian Leetch and two guys named Jake and Ron. I knew all these guys really well...we had similar interests and something about our childhood was the same among all of us. I knew I had been in heaven for a while because I knew just about everyone I saw. Kinda like living in a small town for a while and you get to know everyone. I am guessing that I was maybe 18 or 19yrs old. (He is 13 now, will be 14 in the fall) We were jokingly picking on one another and you could swear but it was like saying "darn" Everyone spoke the same language but we kept our accents. We had on hockey equipment, not because we needed it just because we wanted to wear it. When you fell or got hit it hurt but it wasn't painful. There were no fights because nobody is mad :0) The spectators were mostly women and moms with children.

The hockey rink was inside a huge mall that had restaurants and clothing stores and stuff. No money was exchanged; you just went in and got what you needed. The mall would expand and and shrink to fit the crowds. After we were done playing I went to a restaurant. It was darkend for relaxation but because there is no blackness it was maroon. There were dime size bright lights hanging in the air over tables and such. You could walk through them, it was cool. All the cooks and wait staff were all men. You knew that it was their passion to cook or wait tables, just like it is my passion to play hockey. Everyone was real happy doing whatever they were doing. I had the most incredible piece of pizza!!!!

I walked back to my village or town with my friends and it started to rain but nobody cares. It is warm and falls straight down. You don't run for cover. There was no wind but I think if you wanted to fly a kite there was somewhere to go for that. The town is broken into sections I lived in a navy blue very modern house and other sections had 1800 houses or 3 story apartment buildings there was even an old west section. None of the buildings or houses had roofs. It was night time now but not dark, dimmed with all those little lights everywhere. The sky was white during the day and now you could see space soo wicked clear. It was beautiful. I guess God makes night time because people like it. The houses didn't seem to have kitchens or bedrooms. You don't need to sleep and you walk or run everywhere. I knew I could run 100 miles and not get tired.

When you look at someone you automatically see (like a quick film) their life story. What their personality is like, their interests, when and how they lived but you never saw anything bad. You could see one person who was a celebrity on earth and a poor person and feel the same way about them. There is no judgment what so ever. You stop and talk to people you have something in common with and pass by those who don't. It's that simple. Kids were kids and you will be you except your sins aren't remembered by you or anyone else. Nobody wonders about it at all. It never crossed my mind once. For example (he is referring to me here) people would look at you and see that you were a poor divorced mom but they wouldn't see your sin. Maybe you don't want that to show but nobody cares. Another poor single mom would stop and talk to you and you would be instant friends. It's like that. But all the good things in your life would be seen too.
(This is just Chicadee wondering outloud here) what if our crowns are these quick films that people see? The better the life you lead the better the movie/crown? Alright back to his commentary.


Most people were wearing shorts even the ones from the 1500s. Just because they are comfortable but you could wear whatever you wanted. Some guys were dressed as thugs (no tatoos, I asked lol) some had on traditional cloths from their time but most chose shorts. There were overweight people you knew chose to be that way because that's who they are and there were skinny people but none too skinny. I could look at a girl and think that she had nice legs but I had no interest in trying to meet her or date or anything like that. You could tell how old people were but nobody looked old, it was weird. All women had long hair. Men could be bald if they wanted or have long hair. It didn't matter for them. I saw families walking around together. There was music always playing and it changed from place to place. You could ignore it or choose to listen. There is no time keeping, you just know like when it is time to go to Gods throne or even what was going on in the earth. He said that he did know that he didn't remember anyone who didn't make it to heaven. He just knew that a lot didn't.

  Mother Speaking: So, there you go! let me tell you these two trips to heaven gave us great joy and excitement that we have lacked for so long.  Our beloved King JESUS CHRIST is so sweet!
 
Blessings

Personal Vision of the Return of Our King JESUS CHRIST

(Isaiah 63:1) says: Who is this Who comes from Edom, with crimson-stained garments from Bozrah [in Edom]? This One Who is glorious in His apparel, striding triumphantly in the greatness of His might. It is I Who speaks in righteousness [proclaiming vindication] mighty to save.

Also, Habakkuk 3:3-15 God came from Teman (Yemen) and the Holy One from Mount Paran. His glory covered the heavens , and the earth was full of His praise. And His brightness was as the light, He had horns coming out of His hand, and there was the hiding place (Tabernacle) of His power. (Please locate and read the rest of the passage.) Isaiah 34:9&10; Psalms 110; Psalms 45; Rev. 19; Jude 14 & 15 emphasis Authors

What David saw and experienced was absolutely extraordinary. He saw the return of the Lord Jesus, Who had descended from heaven into earth's atmosphere, moving through the skies above Teman (Yemen and Saudi Arabia.) He literally experienced what it would be like to be taken up to be with the Lord and to return with Him in the air. I will try to share it with you as he gave it to me, as if that could ever be possible.

As the experience opened I suddenly felt as though I had been taken to another place. I looked around and saw gathered all around me, a countless number of saints. Their faces were beautiful and radiant, for they were there for the marriage supper of the Lamb. His bride, of which, I was a part had been caught up to be with Him in the air suspended in His Tabernacle, high in the sky above the Arabian Peninsula. We were hidden in the canopy of the divine bridal chamber. As I looked around, I realized I was in a building that was larger than anything that I had ever seen before. It was both vast, and tall. The ceiling was so tall that had the building been constructed upon the earth it seems as though one could have perhaps seen it from neighboring states. One can imagine the immensity of a building designed to hold the saints from antiquity to the time of the great catching away of the Church.

As I looked up, suddenly the veil opened and I saw Messiah sitting upon His throne overlooking with wonder and delight His perfected bride. As Messiah's eyes moved slowly across the great community of saints, he would look deep and penetratingly into the eyes of each one, captivating and caressing their soul with His tender love. So it was with me. When our eyes met, I felt His approval, His great delight that I was there with Him. I could see and understand His weighty purpose for my life and for the Church on earth. At the same time I had an understanding of eternity
itself. Joy overflowing filled my heart. Deep thankfulness for all that I now understood only added to the exhilarating joy. The pageantry, the joyous
merriment, the bridal song, the dance of the bride was all part of this suspended moment of long awaited intimacy with our Beloved. Finally, we knew Him as we were known. In what were perhaps only minutes, love's fulfillment was greater than the heart could ever have been prepared for. Everything I ever wanted to feel or ever could have hoped to feel was exploding inside me. Yet I was fixated upon Him with such serene calm. Love divine was possessing my very being and sweeping me away with adoration and wonder.

Yet, even in this incredible moment in time encapsulated by His love, riveted upon His watchful and tender gaze we were able to know anything we
wanted or needed to know about anything, even those things that did not necessarily pertain to the Chamber in which we were hidden. We also knew the things that were occurring upon the earth. Earth was very dark and the space between this heavenly Tabernacle and earth was filled with clouds so black as to beggar description. What was happening on earth itself was hideously evil and perilous beyond my limited human vernacular to explain. Only a drastically reduced number of the human race was left. Many lay dying within the earth's desolation. Human carnage was everywhere. We thought as our awareness of the earthly desolations increased, there has never been anything like this in the history of the human race. It left us with an awesome soberness. Yet, being encapsulated by His wonderful love and wisdom, did this knowledge in any way take away from the wonder of being with our Beloved who is just in all that He does.

Destiny began to grip our hearts as we realized that we must soon respond to its call to re-enter earth to save all of Israel and the remaining Gentiles who were awaiting the coming of the true King of Israel. All of Israel was waiting, looking for their Messiah to come and deliver them. We saw the huge commonwealth of Jewish people desperately searching for Him who alone could save them. Messiah knew of the imminent deliverance He was about to make. We could feel His growing anticipation of this final crescendo, in human history when at last He would take His rightful place as the King of all the earth. As His anticipation and joy grew, so did ours, for we were now one in heart with Him whom we loved. But, everything was set to precision timing. At this moment He was enjoying intimacy with His Bride, while yet the Holy Spirit and His angels were carefully caring for those who were His on the earth preserving them for His appearing.

In what seemed like the next moment, it was time, and the descent to earth to take up His throne was upon us. Our Messiah began to lead us forth in our gradual descent, still hidden in the clouds not yet seen with the naked eye. Hundreds of thousands of Jewish people were eagerly awaiting His coming. Knowing He was coming to a people who were ready to make Him King, Messiah with His grand entourage continued to descend until He reached the skies just above the Mount Paran at which time we began to move parallel to the mountain range. The sight of Eternity's King and His
grand army of saints was so glorious, filled with such pageantry the likes of which no earthly king has ever seen. The King of Glory adorned in majesty coming to earth with His bride clothed in His own glorious apparel designed just for her. His glorious Church -- jewels immemorial. Oh, words are pail -- books could be written and never tell the real splendor of this divine crescendo of the ages.

Together we traveled just above the Kings Highway in the sky across the Jordanian mountains. I don't remember undergoing any special transitionfrom the
suspended palanquin in the sky to being part of a numberless holy army, but somehow that transition was made and we were now part of the most powerful army in all creation. Due east of Jerusalem, at Ammon, the Holy army being led by their Divine Captain of the Host now on His white horse became visible to all. Riding on triumphantly for truth with the host of the saints behind Him. We turned and headed straight for Jerusalem, where we would enter through the eastern gate. Eternity's King -- mighty to save, and His glorious Church were reroute to save all of Israel, His beloved; and those who looked for his coming. The anti-Christ had given his best to take what rightfully belonged to the Great King, but in the end was overthrown by the Eternal King Himself. Every eye saw Him, and those who looked for His appearing loved Him.

 

Soon, the glorious return of the Messiah JESUS CHRIST....

Not

The End

But

A New Beginning for all Mankind 

Tour of HELL

This man was given a tour of Hell.  The first thing he saw were men and women kneeling in Hell-fire praying.  These wretched Souls were begging GOD for a 2nd chance.  They knelled on red hot coals praying without end but their prayers will never be answered.  This man saw an invisible ceiling which stopped all prayers, all cries, all petitions from escaping Hell.

He saw another group and out of all their shouts and cries He heard one man beating his chest shouting..."Stupid, stupid, stupid, why did I listen to the Devil!"

He saw great whirlwinds dropping people into Hell by the thousands.  He was transported to a mountain which had prisons dug into the rock face.  There, behind one of the steel grates was a man sitting on the floor crying his eyes out asking over and over..."Why am I in Hell? How did I end up here?"

There is NOTHING on Earth worth spending the rest of eternity in a burning pit writhing in agony.  The worst part will be KNOWING that YOU are the reason you are there.  There is no capacity to the human mind for the amount of self-loathing that will consume your Soul if you end up in HELL.

The BIBLE, the WORD of GOD, states that in Hell there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.  That is exactly what you will do if you end up in Hell because you refused to accept the FREE gift of Salvation offered by Almighty GOD through HIS Son JESUS CHRIST.      It is NOT to late if you are reading this!  All you have to do is ask JESUS CHRIST to be your Savior. HE will do the rest.

Take one step towards JESUS CHRIST and HE will finish it.

Please I beg you not to go to Hell.  

If not for anyone else sake, be selfish choose HEAVEN!

Confessions Of A Former High Level Satanist (GRAPHIC)

Part 1


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS6qBHbp_sw


This is a GRAPHIC testimony of a former High level Satanists of what they do hidden away from the world. Do NOT click this link and listen to this video unless you are BORN AGAIN and are wearing the FULL ARMOR of Almighty GOD.  I say this because this testimony is truthful and most of the world does not want the truth.

The world wants to stay asleep and deny the fact that the enemy rules this world.  If you doubt that, then ask this one simple question...

"Where do the NATIONS pour the lion share of their gross national products?  The largest expenditure of EVERY nation on earth is on...BOMBS, BULLETS, GUNS, TANKS,  MISSILES, ATOMIC BOMBS, HYDROGEN BOMBS, NUCLEAR WEAPONS, BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS, NERVE GAS, MINES, WAR-PLANES, SPACE BASED WEAPONS, AND ON AND ON AND ON..."

There is only one hope, one name under Heaven which can save you ...JESUS CHRIST!

Cry out now while you still have time... 

  

Time is Fast Running Out! - Victoria Nahale (Hell Testimony)

Victoria Nahale has been visited by Jesus many times.   The Lord JESUS CHRIST took her several times to visit hell.  Victoria saw some of her relatives in hell. She saw also a Christian lady burning in Hell who was considered a good church member.  The image of the woman screaming and begging for more time was shocking to her. 

My Brothers and Sinsters in JESUS CHRIST ask the Holy Spirit to search your heart and reveal to you that which must be cleansed.  Ask for forgiveness and give forgiveness to all.   Repent, the time is fast coming when you will be like the Church lady in Hell begging for another chance to do what you can easily do right now.   

I, am a wretched sinner. I make mistakes everyday.  I have made almost EVERY mistake Victoria speaks about in this video.  This video convicted me greatly and I have asked the Lord JESUS CHRIST to forgive me.  

Please I beg you turn your hearts to JESUS CHRIST NOW!  While there is still time...

Hero's come from many Nations

Catholic Priest and Exorcist Malachi Martin Speaks

"Exorcism can be extremely violent," says Father Martin. "It is often disturbing, and always exhausting. I have seen objects hurled around rooms by the powers of evil. I have smelt the breath of Satan and heard the demons' voices, - cold, scratchy, dead voices carrying messages of hatred. I've watched men writhing, screaming, vomiting, defecating, as we fought for their souls."

Speaking while in New York...""Satanism is all around us," says Father Martin gently. "We deny it at our peril. I could point out places only minutes from here where black masses are being celebrated. I know of cases of human sacrifice - the sacrifice of babies. I know the people who are doing these things."

"The demon does not physically inhabit the body; it possesses the person's will. We have to compel the thing to reveal itself and its purpose. It can be slow and difficult, with the demon taunting, scorning, abusing you - speaking through the mouth of the possessed, but not in his or her Voice. In the end, though, it does come out - and when that happens you experience the sensation we call 'presence'. At that moment you know you are in the company of the purest evil. I have felt the claws of invisible animals tearing at my face. I have been knocked off my feet, blinded and winded. But it is then, when you've sensed the 'presence', that the real attack on the demon can begin."  


"The demon knows it's losing. Instead of screaming abuse, it begins to plead for mercy. It says it's sorry, it begs to be spared. It promises to go home. But the Bible says that only on the last day can the followers of Satan return to Hell. Where they go, I do not know. We do not destroy them, we drive them out. Sometime I encounter the same ones again. As the demon disappears, the person it has possessed is 'cleared', and a wondrous wave of peace comes over them." 

Satanism, he says, is far more widespread than is usually imagined. "The cruelty of these practices puts them beyond the civilized pale. I am speaking of human sacrifice, cannibalism and the sexual abuse of children. Not in far away countries long ago, but right here now in New York." The symptoms of possession, Father Martin says, are often confused with mental illness. "Science spent a lot of time trying to prove that these people were, so to speak, loonies," he says. "Now most of my cases are referred to me by psychiatrists." Victims tend to undergo a startling change of personality. They may become unpredictable, violent and treacherous. They humiliate their families, plot against their friends, lie to their colleagues. "They have become alien entities. They have surrendered their wills. The most extreme state is 'perfect possession', when the demon has taken complete control. The perfectly possessed person is totally lost. There is nothing I can do," says Father Martin.

"The peculiar thing is that these people are usually highly sophisticated, and the last thing you would suspect is that they were in league with the Devil. But there is always something about them. It may be a look in their eyes, a tone of voice, a sense of coldness, of contempt. Some- thing inhuman. When you encounter it, you know you have met the true enemy." Father Martin cites David Berkowitz, the 1970s New York serial killer, as a classic case of perfect possession. "I met him in his cell, at his request," says Father Martin. "He confessed that he had been, for many years, a member of a Satanic coven. This was the source of his evil." The encounter with Berkowitz was light relief compared to the time when he believed he came face to face with Satan himself.  

"I was standing on a stool in my apartment, reaching for a book and I saw him. He was crouched on the floor looking at me. His body was like a muscular pit bull terrier, but the face was recognizably human. It was the Devil's face. I recognized the eyes They were eyes of the coldest, deadliest hatred. When the Devil sprang at me, I fell from my stool and broke my shoulder, but I felt fortunate. I had seen Satan and I had lived." Father Martin charges nothing for his services. He acts only with permission from his bishop, when all medical options have been exhausted. After two heart attacks he wonders how long he can go on. "Every exorcism takes something out of you that cannot be put back," he says. "The demon goes, but it carries a part of you away with it. A little of the exorcist dies each time. It's a permanent mental fight against a powerful, dangerous enemy."
 

He's my Brother Lord

Glory and Honor to JESUS CHRIST who lives in all Believers! 

Saint Teresa's Visions and Battles with the demons

The following are some of her accounts taken from her Collected Works:

Volume 1 of The Collected Works of St. Teresa of Avila, Chapter 38, parts 23 & 24 & 25:

ST. TERESA OF AVILA


VIRGIN AND DOCTOR OF THE CHURCH


FEAST DAY:  OCTOBER 15TH

INTERCESSORY PRAYER:  
Ask Saint Teresa to increase our desire to love and obey God.  

Ask Saint Teresa to intercede for your spiritual needs today.

23. "Once, while approaching to receive Communion, I saw with my soul's eyes more clearly than with my bodily eyes two devils whose appearance was abominable. It seems to me their horns were wrapped around the poor priests's throat, and in the host that was going to be given to me I saw my Lord with the majesty I mentioned placed in the priest's hands, which were clearly seen to be His offender's; and I understood that that soul was in mortal sin. What would it be my Lord, to see Your beauty in the midst of such abominable figures? They were as though frightened and terrified in Your presence, for it seems they would have very eagerly fled had You allowed them. This vision caused me such great disturbance I don't know how I was able to receive Communion, and I was left with a great fear, thinking that if the vision had been from God, His Majesty would not have permitted me to see the evil that was in that soul. The Lord Himself told me to pray for him and that He had permitted it so that I might understand the power of the words of consecration and how God does not fail to be present, however evil the priest who recites them, and that I might see His great goodness since He places Himself in those hands of His enemy, and all out of love for me and for everyone. I understood well how much more priests are obliged to be good than are others, how deplorable a thing it is to receive this most Blessed Sacrament unworthily, and how much the devil is lord over the soul in mortal sin. It did me a great deal of good and brought me deep understanding of what I owed God. May He be blessed forever and ever.


24. At another time something else happened to me that frightened me very much. I was at a place where a certain person died who for many years had lived a wicked life, from what I knew. But he had been sick for two years, and in some things it seems he had made amends. He died without confession, but nevertheless it didn't seem to me he would be condemned. While the body was being wrapped in its shroud, I saw many devils take that body; and it seemed they were playing with it and punishing it. This terrified me, for with large hooks they were dragging it from one devil to the other. Since I saw it buried with the honor and ceremonies accorded to all, I reflected on the goodness of God, how He did not want that soul to be defamed, but wanted the fact that it was His enemy to be concealed.

25. I was half stupefied from what I had seen. During the whole ceremony I didn't see another devil. Afterward when they put the body in the grave, there was such a multitude of them inside ready to take it that I was frantic at the sight of it, and there was need for no small amount of courage to conceal this. I reflected on what they would do to the soul when they had such dominion over the unfortunate body. May it please the Lord that what I have seen -a thing so frightful!-will be seen by all those who are in such an evil state; I think it would prove a powerful help toward their living a good life. All of this gives me greater knowledge of what I owe God and of what He freed me from. I was very frightened until I spoke about it to my confessor, wondering if it was an illusion caused by the devil to defame that soul. Although it wasn't considered to be the soul of someone with a very deep Christian spirit. Truly since the vision was not an illusion, it frightens me every time I think of it."

The Collected Works of St. Teresa of Avila, Volume 1, Chapter 31, parts: 1-11 :

Chapter 31

Deals with some exterior temptations and representations of the devil and the torments he inflicted on her. Treats also of some matters very beneficial for advising persons who journey on the path of perfection.


1. Now that I've mentioned some interior, secret temptations and disturbances the devil caused me, I want to tell about others he caused almost publicly and in which one could not be mistaken that he was the source.

2. I was once in an oratory, and he appeared to me in an abominable form at my left side. Because he spoke to me, I looked particularly at his mouth-which was frightening. It seemed that a great flame, all bright without shadow, came forth from his body. He told me in a terrifying way that I had really freed myself from his hands but that he would catch me with them again. I was struck with great fear and blessed myself as best I could; he disappeared, but returned right away. This happened to me twice. I didn't know what to do. There was some holy water there, and I threw it in that direction; he never returned again.

3. Another time I was tormented for five hours with such terrible interior and exterior pains and disturbance that it didn't seem to me I could suffer them any longer. The sisters who were with me were frightened and didn't know what to do, nor did I know how to help myself. When bodily pains and sickness become intolerable I have the custom of making interior acts of supplication to the Lord as best I can, that if His Majesty be served by my doing so He might give me patience and I might remain in this state until the end of the world. Well, since I was suffering so severely this time, I was helping myself through these acts and resolutions so as to be able to bear it. The Lord wanted me to understand it was the devil because I saw beside me a black, very abominable little creature, snarling like one in despair that where he had tried to gain he had lost. When I saw him I laughed to myself and was not afraid. There were some sisters there with me who were unable to help nor did they know of any remedy for so much torment; without being able to resist, I was striking myself hard on the body, head, and arms. What was worse was the interior disturbance, for I wasn't able to feel calm of any sort. I didn't dare ask for holy water lest I frighten them and they come to understand what the trouble was.

4. I often experience that there is nothing the devils flee from more-without returning-than holy water. They also flee from the cross, but they return. The power of holy water must be great. For me there is a particular and very noticeable consolation my soul experiences upon taking it. Without a doubt my soul feels ordinarily a refreshment I wouldn't know how to explain, like an interior delight that comforts it entirely. This isn't some fancy or something that has happened to me only once, but something that has happened often and that I've observed carefully. Let us say the relief is like that coming to a person, very hot and thirsty, when he drinks a jar of cold water; it would seem that he felt the refreshment all over. I consider everything ordained by the Church to be important, and I rejoice to see the power of those words recited over the water so that its difference from unblessed water becomes so great.

5. Well, since the torment didn't stop, I said: "If you wouldn't laugh, I'd ask for holy water." They brought it to me and sprinkled some on me, but it didn't help. I threw some toward where the devil was, and instantly he went away and all the illness left me as if it were taken away by hand, except that I remained weary as though I had been badly beaten with a stick. It did me a lot of good to reflect upon what he will do to the soul he possesses as his own if even when the soul and body don't belong to him, he causes so much harm-when the Lord permits. It made me again eager to be freed from such dreadful company.

6. Another time, not long ago, the same thing happened to me; although it didn't last as long, and I was alone. I called for holy water, and those who entered after the devil had already gone (for they were two nuns well worthy of belief, who would by no means tell a lie) smelled a foul stench like that of brimstone. I didn't smell it. It so lingered that one could notice it.

Another time I was in the choir, and there came upon me a strong impulse toward recollection. I left the choir so that the others wouldn't notice, although all of them heard the striking of loud blows near the place where I was; I heard some coarse words next to me as though the devils were plotting something, although I didn't understand anything nor did I have any fear. It happened, almost every time, when the Lord granted me the favor of persuading some soul to advance in perfection.

7. It is certain that what I shall now tell happened to me. (And there are many witnesses to this, especially the one who is now my confessor since he saw it written in a letter; without my telling him who the person was to whom the letter belonged, he knew very well who it was.)
Demonized
A person came to me who had been in mortal sin for two and a half years. It was one of the most abominable I've heard of, and in all this time he hadn't confessed or made amends; and he was saying Mass. Although he was confessing other sins, of this one he asked how he could confess something so ugly. He had a great desire to give it up, but he wasn't able to help himself. He made me feel great pity, and my seeing that he offended God in such a way caused me deep sorrow. I promised him I would beg God very much to liberate him and that I would beg God very much to liberate him and that I would get others better than myself to do the same, and I wrote to him through a certain person he told me I could give the letters to. And so it happened that after receiving the first letter he went to confession. For God desired (through the many very holy persons to whose prayers I recommended him) to grant this soul that mercy; and I, although miserable, did what I could with great care. He wrote to me that he was so much better that for days he had not fallen into the sin, but that the torment the temptation gave him was so intense it seemed from what he suffered he was in hell; he asked me to commend him to God. I in turn recommended him to my sisters through whose prayers the Lord must have granted me this favor, for they took the matter very much to heart. No one could guess who the person was. I begged His Majesty to mitigate those torments and temptations and that those devils would come to afflict me, provided that I would not offend the Lord in anything. As a result, for a month I suffered severe torments; it was during this time that these two things I mentioned happened.

8. The Lord was pleased that they leave him; this he wrote to me, for I told hm what I was going through during that month. His soul was fortified, and he was left completely free. He didn't have enough of thanking God and me as though I had done anything. But the reputation I had from the fact that the Lord granted me favors benefitted him. He said that when he found himself very distressed he read my letters, and the temptation left him. He was very impressed by what I had suffered and how he had been freed. Even I was amazed, and I would have suffered many more years to see that soul free. May the Lord be praised for everything, for the prayer of those who serve Him (as I believe do these sisters in this house) can do much. But since I sought these prayers, the devils must have been more angry with me; and the Lord on account of my sins permitted this.

9. Also one night during this time I thought they were choking me; after much holy water had been sprinkled around, I saw a great multitude of them go by, as though they were being thrown down a precipice. There are so many times that these cursed creatures torment me, and so little is the fear I now have of them, seeing that they cannot stir unless the Lord allows them, that I would tire your Reverence and tire myself if I told about all these instances.

10. May what was said be of help that the true servant of God might pay no attention to the scarecrows the devils set up in order to cause fear. We should know that each time we pay no attention to them they are weakened and the soul gains much more mastery. Some great benefit always remains, which I won't go into so as not to enlarge. I shall only mention what happened to me on the night of All Souls: while I was in the oratory after having recited a nocturn and while saying some very devotional prayers that come at the end, a devil appeared on the book so that I couldn't finish the prayer. I blessed myself, and he went away. When I began again to recite the prayers, he returned. I believe it was three times I began, and until I threw holy water at him I couldn't finish. I saw that some souls left purgatory at that instant; little must have been lacking to their freedom, and I wondered if he had aimed at preventing this.

A few times I've seen him in physical form, but many times with no physical form-as for instance in the vision mentioned above in which without seeing any form one knows he is there.

11. I also want to tell the following because it frightened me a lot: one day on the feast of the Trinity, being in the choir of a certain monastery and in rapture, I saw a great battle of devils against angels. I couldn't understand what that vision meant. In less than fifteen days it became easily understandable on account of a certain conflict that arose between people of prayer and many who were not, and a lot of harm was done in the house in which it took place. It was a battle that lasted a long time and caused much disquiet.

At other times I saw a large multitude of devils around me, and it seemed that a great brightness encircled me, and this prevented them from reaching me. I understood that God was watching over me so that they could not get to me in order to make me offend Him. From what I sometimes saw in myself, I understood that it was a true vision. The fact is that now I have understood so well the little bit of power he has provided I'm not against God, that I have almost no fear . The powers of devils are nothing if these devils do not find souls cowardly and surrendered to them: it is with such souls that they show their power. Sometime, in the temptations I already mentioned, it seemed to me that all the vanities and weaknesses of the past were again awakening within me; I had really to commend myself to God. At once the torment came of thinking that since those thoughts arose in me the favors I experienced must all be from the devil. It seemed to me that there shouldn't have been even the first stirrings of a bad thought in one who was receiving so many favors from the Lord. But then my confessor put me at peace.

 Glory to JESUS CHRIST our Savior! 

Hindu family converts after Miracle

Finally I found the Savior
-  by Geetha Satyan
 
 
My family Hindu. By the Divine mercy of JESUS CHRIST we have since been baptized and today we belong to the Christian faith. It has been 19 years since our family accepted Jesus as our Lord and Savior and from then we have been living with Jesus.
 
 The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, and for those who sat in the region and shadow of death light has dawned. Matthew 4:12

Sickness of my husband
It was my husbands illness that caused my family and me get salvation by embracing the Christian faith. He had such a severe stomach ache that it was not possible for him even to stand straight. Whatever he ate he would vomit in less than ten minutes. He even lost his hunger. He could not go for his job or look after his family because of his ill health. We went to many doctors and different treatments were tried. But his disease was not diagnosed and the medicines given to him could be of little use to him. Each day the sickness grew worse. A lot of money was needed for the treatment. We sold whatever we had and borrowed extensively from different people. But nothing was helping him. Finally we took him to Sri Chithira Hospital in Trivandrum. All kinds of tests were run on him by specialists, but even then a proper diagnosis of the disease was not forthcoming.

Doctors gave up
The doctors finally gave up, telling us that they could not diagnose the disease and we could take him elsewhere or home. We were now in serious distress. Extreme poverty stared us in the face. Our hope of a cure for the sick man also evaporated. In this circumstances, we thought the best way open for us is to seek solace in the hands of death. We decided that all of us would die together.

Discovering Jesus as personal saviour and God
At this most desperate moment of our lives, a good Samaritan happened to come to our house. She told me about the prayer services in Potta Ashram. She assured me that Jesus was still alive and sincere prayers would bring forth positive results and my husband would be cured and all our trials and tribulations would come to an end. She repeatedly told me about a God waiting to help me and save me. Because of her friendly persuasion, my husband let me go to Potta as a last straw to clutch at.

Attending retreat at Divine Retreat Centre, India
When I came to the yard of Potta, I saw there a kind of novel prayer to which I was not accustomed. When I saw the way people prayed I started thinking, My God, why are so many people afflicted with the same kind of mental disorder? Are these the saved people? What are these people doing?


Jesus speaks to me
As I was thinking like this, a male voice with authority fell in my ears, Daughter, havent you come here to pray? Pray. I sat down at the back of the Church. Then I heard another voice, Daughter, call me at the earliest! I am only waiting to hear your call. As if in a trance, both my hands went up in supplication and my tongue began to speak, Jesus, you are the God still living. I have come here with that faith. On this earth there is nobody to love me except my husband. I have nobody to love except him. He is now suffering from some serious, undiagnosed disease. I wont go away from here unless you cure him. I felt as if someone had held my hand from above.


Miracle
As I was immersed in heartfelt prayers, I felt Jesus was touching my husband at Vadakkanchery. In fact at that particular time, my husband had gone to his work place. He had done so because he was certain of his impending death and before he died he wanted to entrust some important matters to his close associates there. As I was immersed in prayers here, my husband, in his work place, felt sudden hunger. He returned home quickly to have some food. But there was nothing at home, not even a handful of rice. There was nobody at home, too. He straightaway went to the neighbours house and requested for some rice gruel. The food was not ready there. So they gave him a measure of broken rice. He brought this rice home and boiled it and consumed the entire gruel without leaving a drop. When I reached home at 6 oclock in the evening, miracle of miracles!

Husband totally healed
I found my husband fully healed. The living Jesus had done a miracle. Praise the Lord! I read in 1 Jn 3:15: All who hate a brother or sister are murderers, and you know that murderers do not have eternal life abiding in them. This verse made me upset. But the prayer to the Holy Spirit in the little book called The Message of Salvation gave me back the peace of my mind. Through constant prayers and meditations I became aware of my shortcomings and sins. I was born into a reasonably rich family. Apart from my parents, I had two younger brothers. But unfortunately when we were still small, my father left home leaving my mother and us to fend for ourselves. Our life then was one of misery and pain. Because our father was the reason for all our suffering, I had developed some kind of hatred for him. I could not overcome this feeling of vengeance.


Sincere Repentance
But when I turned to Jesus because of the illness of my husband, he showed me how gross my own sins were. I sincerely repented of my inequities. Strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well (Mt 6:33). From the time I believed in this verse, Jesus came to my rescue when I faced any crisis. My husband received visa to go abroad. We had no male issue and soon we were blessed with a baby boy.


Baptized in Catholic faith
The good Lord chose us to be his followers and live his ways. In 1989, we started living like Christians and in the year 2000, we were baptized. My husband is employed in a reputable firm in Dubai. We have three children. Our eldest daughter is married into a good Catholic family. Our second daughter is still a student.


Only son enters seminary to be a catholic priest
Our only son is a seminarian. For the last 10 years, I have been helping with the spiritual services at Potta and other Retreat Centres. Because of the prayers of many, my family and I continue to be staunch believers.

Praise the Lord!

- Testimony by 

Geetha Satyan,
Pudukulangara House, RS Vadakkanchery,
PO Thrissur, Kerala, India

The Saudi Catholic

There is Only one name under Heaven which can save Men that name is JESUS CHRIST

From Islam to Roman Catholicism

My Story Part 1 ( my background )

When I thought about writing my testimony many things came to my head. Should I write it in order to share my Catholic and Christian faith with others? Should I add more reasons that will help others convert and see the light of the truth and the darkness of false teachings? What do I want from sharing my conversion? I decided to write my story as it is with nothing made up. Since I am trying to be honest and of course I can share more reasons about why Islam is a false religion or why Protestantism is not for me. Yet, this is not what my conversion is all about, my conversion was something real which I went through and I believe every person has their own story, so it will not be fair to share my story as a tool for conversion. But as a reason to give thanks and Glory to the Almighty.

Childhood

I grew up in Saudi Arabia and was raised in a liberal Sunni Muslim family. Religion to my family was a secondary thing and not important. Of course it is part of our identity since our society is a very conservative and religious one. We never claimed that we were against Islam or think of ourselves in a way that we are less Muslim than others. We didn't really follow the teachings and embrace it as a guidance to our life and that's what made us unique and unlike the rest of the Saudi society. However in school It was a different story since our education system focuses a lot on religion... From a very early age we study Quran (Islamic word of God), Tawheed (Islamic Theology ), Fiqh (Islamic laws), Hadith (the sayings of Mohammed), Tafsir (commentary on the Quran) and Islamic History. All this material made a very big impact on the young Saudi students and shaped them into being more religious and more loyal to their faith, The Sunni Salfi Islamic faith, to oppose other religions and ideas such as Shiaism, Christianity, Secularism, Atheism and Liberalism. As a result many Saudis will never consider to take a look at different opinions in the world and they will stick with what they were taught. I like to call it a brainwashing from a very early age.

I was taught many things in school about Christianity which for many years blocked me from seeing the truth of the Christian message. First I was taught that the Bible is corrupted and the real Bible contained the name Ahmed (another name of Mohammed) and Christians and Jews corrupted the bible because they wanted to hide the truth. Second, that Jesus is not the Son of God, we were taught that Christians loved Jesus so much that they made him another God with Allah (the Arabic name for God) when he was only a prophet and Messiah (we called him Messiah without even knowing the meaning of it). Third, Jesus didn't die on the cross and that another person took his place. Since God would never allow one of his prophets to experience this kind of humiliation. As a result Christians worship the other person who died on the cross. Fourth, Christians worship three Gods according to the Quran whom are Allah, Jesus and Mary. Finally, Christianity is a false religion and every Christian is an infidel which according to Mohammed I should not begin them with greeting. I knew all of this information before the age of 10! As a matter of fact, I tried to convert my Filipino housemaid to the one true religion at that age.

God and Religion

I always believed in God, I knew him in my heart, when I had hard time with my parents, I would go to my room and start to cry to him and asked him many questions. God became a friend of mine who is a very good listener. However, I didn't practice Islam very well, I didn't pray the five prayers and to me it was only a ritual that my heart wasn’t into. My family didn't push it hard on me, they advised me to pray without forcing me or beating me (which Islam orders you to do with your children).

When I was 11 years old I started to become religious, Jesus had a big role in it too! It started when I listened to a long sermon by a famous Arab Shaikh whose name is Dr. Tariq Al Suwaidan, Al suwaidan was talking about the signs of the end of the World and the second coming of Jesus (Muslims too believe in the second coming) and how close we are toward the end, he said that when Jesus comes back he will kill the pigs, and break the cross and rule the Islamic world for 7 years after killing the False messiah (the anti-Christ). What controlled me at the moment was the fear of dying and going to hell, because I was not praying the 5 prayers. According to Islam who ever doesn’t pray the 5 prayers is an apostate! So I started to pray since then and I ended this religious experience with prayer to God, where I asked him when Jesus comes back I want to be in his Army (And I think God answered this prayer many years later). After this sermon, Islam took over my thoughts. I wanted to please God with whatever he wanted. I dreamed that Islam would take over the world and the glory of the Islamic caliphate (the Islamic papacy) will be restored soon. In the west these words might be wrong, but in the middle east most Muslims have such dreams. After all, the media and the culture pictured to us that more Islam equals more glory. The Islamic Shaikhs were encouraging us to dream that Rome will fall to Islam soon, as Constantinople was conquered centuries ago.

My experience and days with radical Islam began to slow down and shift to the other side, for two main reason. First , the jihadist start to attack the westerners in my own city, bombing places and attacking the Saudi police. Until that time, I never had any problem with jihad (Holy War). In fact Al Qardawi (the most influential shaikh in the Islamic world) made a fatwa, giving permission for Muslims to commit a suicide attacks. Saudi schools taught us that jihad is great thing. But killing innocent Muslims or attacking Muslim forces and infidels who live in our country for work, was a new thing that I could not understand or accept. The second reason happen when I went to Germany for a vacation. After ending my prayers in a mosque, a Tunisian Shaikh came to me and asked, ''what brought you to Germany?'' I answered, ''I came here for a tourism'' he replied in an angry tone saying, ''This is not a good place for tourism, this is a land of infidels and sensuality.. '' He continues, ''Is there any person in the world leave the the holy land of Islam [Saudi Arabia] and come to the land of infidels?'' I asked him a similar question, asking him why did he left a Muslim country like Tunisia and come to (bad) Germany, he answered me saying he came to Germany for studying because the German government gave him scholarship. After the conversation I knew that I couldn’t consider those people as an example of Islam or life. These experiences marked the end of radical Islam within me and I became a “normal Muslim”. (A Muslim who picks and choose teachings from Islam and ignores other teachings). Interestingly a few months after this conversation, there was a young German Muslim who is from a Turkish background was arrested for attempting to bomb a bus in Germany. He was attending this same mosque that I spoke with this Shaikh at. 

My Story Part 2 ( Accepting Jesus as My Lord and Savior )

Crisis of Faith

My father sent me to the USA at the age of 17 to learn English. I lived for 6 month with a Catholic family. But we rarely talked about religion (I tried to say to them that Islam was hijacked and it is a very peaceful religion). One time they invited me to a church, but I refused to go since I believed Christianity is a false religion at the first place, so why I should go? However I fell in love with the American values and culture. I admired the west in general for the freedom of speech and the civil rights. It was not a hard thing to embrace since they were very reasonable and I did not only like it but I started to believe in it also. I went back to Saudi in 2008 with these ideas which are to consider liberal in my culture. I started to struggle with my society since they reject women rights, freedom of Speech, freedom of religion, secularism and many other westerner ideas. However my faith in Islam was in good status. I was still believing in it, practicing it, but as rituals, not as an ideology to control my life.

The turning point in my life was in 2009, in that year a famous (infidel) person died. I was chatting with my friends about it. I said ''may God bless his soul''. Surprisingly, these word made my friends angry, they said to me that asking forgiveness and praying for infidels is a wrong and false thing to do. I told them it is something between me and God and I can't understand why they will feel so offended from my action. However they were right. Allah in the Quran forbade Muslims to pray for a dead non-believers after knowing the he or she didn't embrace Islam and Shaikhs made a lot of fatwas forbidding us from praying to non-Muslims and even attending to their funerals. All of that left a big question mark in my head, since I always felt in my heart that God is love and good. But now in the books and in Islam I find God in a different picture than the one I always assumed to be. For the first time in my life I start to dare and examine my beliefs a with skeptic mindset.

What made things worse is a conversation I had with a Shia Muslim, where he gave me some hadith from Sunni books to support the Shia position on Ali as the successor of Mohammed and that Abu baker and Omar (the first two successors of Mohammed) betrayed Mohammed’s clear declaration that Ali is his successor, in Hadith of the pond of Khumm. I was terrified from the idea that Shia may have got it right. Since they are doing very wrong things in their practices, that will make most Sunnis call them polytheist (which is the biggest crime against Allah), for example they ask the Intercession of dead people to pray for them. They believe in the authority of the house of Mohammed. Plus they hit themselves with knifes every year in the celebration of Ashura. They do mutrt’ah marriage (which is almost the same as protestation) even though Mohammed allowed this kind of marriage when he was a prophet)). So I can't believe that a religion like that is a true religion since it goes against the authentic towhead by praying for others than Allah where we Sunni's only pray to Allah (the funny thing is, that there is an authentic Sunni hadith about a blind man who asked god through the intercession of Mohammed and many leaders of the Sunnis and Suffies used this hadith as an example that intercession of saints is fine. However modern Salfi Sunnis try to ignore that fact).

Another fact that took my attention was about the book of bukhari (the most authentic Sunni book after the Quran). The book was written 260 years after the death of Mohammed and even though most Muslims will try to defend it by saying that bukhari thousands of sayings of Mohammed are backed up with the lines of people date back to the time of Mohammed. However one can easily question the reliability of Mohammed sahaba's (friends) since they themselves fought against each with hadiths before they would fight with weapons. I started to ask myself, how can the people whom we were told that they are the example for us to follow and who saw the prophet himself and lived with him, killed their Muslim brothers and curse each other? Who can assure us that they didn't lie and make this stuff up for political games? Since they didn't act with any kind of holiness and killed one another. For example, Mohammed wife Aisha fought against Mohammed cousin Ali (who was the leader of half of the Islamic world at the time) and the sahaby Muawiyah fought too against Ali and we are told by the Muslim Shaikhs that both of them are good people and their words are authentic since they saw the prophet! Not only that, but Abu Hurairah, who spent 3 years in the company of the Prophet narrated around 5,000 hadith which surpassed others who lived with the prophet their whole life. By looking at Islam this way, Islam as whole started to fall apart.

Christians ..worship one God!

While I was searching for the truth about Islam, another option which I didn't consider become appealing. Suddenly I started to search for the name of ''JESUS CHRIST''. I never wanted to investigate Christianity since I always assumed that it is polytheistic corrupted religion. I can't understand what made me look for it at the time. But the Holy Spirit was pushing me to look for Jesus, I saw videos and testimonies on the YouTube about Muslims who accepted Christ as their personal Lord and savior. Each story goes like this ''Christ appear to me in a dream'' or ''Christ proved himself to me in a vision'' and ''Jesus paid everything for me on the Cross'' therefore ''I became Christian''. To me the videos were nonsense, I thought this is American Hollywood propaganda in order to make us Christians. However, one video stayed in my mind, the video was about a pastor who was saying, “God left his heavenly Glory and took on human flesh by the person of Jesus and died on the Cross so he can save you by his blood''. The message to me was something new, it was the first time I heard about the incarnation. I always thought that Christ was made God by the Christians, but seeing God becoming a man is a new view. The concept of one God in itself shocked me, for I thought Christians worshiped three Gods. I wanted to know more about Jesus. In Islam , they taught us about Adam, Noah , Moses, Mohammed and other prophets but never they told us the story of Jesus, they only tell us who Jesus is not. So I thought the best way to learn more about his life is by watching a movie. I watched the first hour of ''Jesus of Nazareth'' but I didn't continue viewing it because my parents came to my room and I didn’t want them to see me watching a Christian movie. I was planning to go the USA again so I asked God, in my heart to allow me to go the US. So I can feel free when I search for him, 2 months later I was in the US.

I didn't keep my promises to search for the truth, I came to the US and wasted my time with my friends, partying and clubbing. Falling down into all kinds of sins. My deep questions created a crisis to my faith which was not helping my spiritual needs. My soul was damaged because of my lifestyle. Months later, I entered a teen Christian forums, by chance, and I register by the name of 'Lost Arabian'. My name was an clear example of who I was at the time. I made many statements and asked the people over there very hard questions. Such as, “all main religions says that believe this or go to hell''. For example ,'' Muslims will tell you to believe in their religion or you will go to hell and Christians do the same thing. If I was a born and raised in another culture and never knew the truth about Jesus, do I will go to hell?” and I asked them about their differences. I mentioned to them that I saw Seven Day Adventist who claimed that the pope is the Anti Christ, how can you want me to believe in a religion when you have all this differences? The Christians tried very hard to answer my questions but two of them sent me messages in private asking me if I would accept Jesus. One of them was a Baptist girl who started to quote scriptures for me to prove that Mohammed is liar and that Muslims will burn in hell fire. She told me she will pray for me. The other person was trying to convince me that Jesus is Lord, so he told me, '' why don't you ask Jesus to prove himself to you?”. I answered him by saying , “I can't”. To me, asking others than God means I am worshiping more than one God and I am still Muslim (even though it was just by name) so I found it a scary thing to challenge God since there is no proof, at that time that Islam is not from God. So that person asked me if I wanted to ask God to prove to me that Jesus is his son and I told him I am fine with that kind of prayer. I asked God and told him that I am lost and if Jesus is your son prove it to me. Since I did that prayer, I experienced a very deep love for Christ. I am not sure that the words can express what I mean by that. But since then Jesus started taking over my mind. I couldn't take him out of my thoughts. I didn't want this feeling to take over me. I said to myself “just because I feel that way about Christ, does not mean I will end up Christian , After all , I didn't want to be like those videos on YouTube whom I was laughing at them and accusing them to be frauds. I wanted more reasons than 'feeling'.”

Reading a Bible was not an idea, but I felt that I did understand the Christian message through viewing websites. I agree with the message of the gospel, I can't earn eternity by my good deeds only, since God is Holy, I can't stand in front of him telling him I deserve heaven. I need his mercy not his justice. Jesus Christ paid it all through his work on the cross. As I told a Saudi friend about it after my conversion, she said to me that the story is so beautiful that it is so hard to accept. I had the same problem too, the Christian message is very attractive but I had a lot of questions in my mind. When I was searching about Jesus on YouTube, I usually ended up with Islamic videos attacking the divinity of Jesus. I even watched the de Vinci code movie, all of this made me more hungry for Christ, I want to know the truth about Jesus.

I was lost and Christ found me

Before Ramadan 2010, I decided not call myself a Muslim anymore. But I gave the God of Islam one last chance. I told him, if Islam is his religion then he should prove it to me. I didn't believe in Islam at that time since I came to the point that I disagree with most of it's principles and I saw a lot of false accusations made against other religions like Christianity , and Judaism. But I didn't see a way or an idea to replace it. I wanted to give God a chance to say something about Islam. I got the sign during Ramadan, while I was reading the Quran I knew that I can't believe in this religion anymore. Each verse I read was about hating the Jews and attacking them . Since we were children, we were raised with the idea to hate Jews. Because God hated them and they are the brothers of pigs and monkeys. And of course one day a tree will talk and say: “here is a Jew behind me come o Muslim and kill him”. In every Friday prayer back home we will hear these words. however, now there are no reasons to hate the Jews and I reject when religion teaches me to hate other human beings because of their color , race and religion. Interestingly, God gave me a very clear sign about where I was headed. It was happening during the last days of Ramadan where I came in front of a picture of the Archangel Michael who was standing on the head of Satan. In Islam we believe in the Angel Michael, but we don't know a lot about him. I had a very special feeling while viewing the Image and a strong desire to know more about him. I started to search about him and learn more from both Islamic and Christian sources. This Angel according to the Christian sources was a Warrior to God's Army in Heaven and in the ancient time. He threw Satan and the Falling Angels from Heaven. After days of searching and reading about him I made a weird prayer where I asked the Almighty to help me to find the truth by sending this Angel to lead me to truth. As soon as I end the prayer something touched my spirit and my heart, I felt that an answer was given to me. A voice inside me was saying to me Jesus is the Truth and calling me to accept him. I might consider this experience a Supernatural one, since I never experience the reality of anything supernatural in my life. But this one was very real and new thing. I was scared because of it , but I knew that I will have peace once I surrender to it. For the voice which called me to Jesus was burning my soul and put upon my heart the love of Christ.The name of Jesus Christ was so sacred to me that a flame of adoration was in my heart towered him. I couldn't sleep for three days, the invitation to surrender to Jesus took over my mind. I started to cry, wanting any one to help me and guide me to Christ. I couldn’t avoid this voice and the voice would not leave me alone. In those three days I was struggling between my fear of committing polytheism and the voice inside me that plainly calling me to Christ. That struggle is a true battle between Islam and the 21 years which I was raised in and Christ. I found a Catholic hymn called, “Guardian Angel from Heaven so bright”, I sang it with tears , knowing that I am heading to unknown future. I felt the presence of God more in the next two days, I knew it was he who is calling me to him, yes Jesus is God and the King of Kings himself called me to him. That thought made me speechless. I bowed down on the third day and prayed the most heretical prayer ever, yet a very honest one. I said to him something like this :

“Jesus, I don't know if I should pray for you or to the Father or the Holy Spirit. I am afraid to pray for you, and God The Father will get mad because I forget him, or the Holy Spirit will get annoyed too. I really don't understand how the trinity works, but I know that you are real and you are my God. and I accept you as my personal Lord and Savior. I am not sure what will happen to me , but please Jesus take care of me I put my trust on you.

Amen”

After the prayer I went to sleep. I woke up the next day and I knew I was different. I am a Christian now, even though I don't realize what that really meant. When I accepted Jesus, I didn't want to change my life style or make any commitment. I just wanted to continue my life, the only change would be was that I accept Jesus as a divine being. However God had another plan for me. The next day after my conversion , I sent a private message to a YouTuber thanking him for a video about Jesus. The Youtuber response to me after seeing that my hometown is Saudi Arabia, he asked me if I was Christian I told him yes and I converted yesterday. He asked me if I read the Gospel which my Response to him was no, he asked me for my address and sent to me a New Testament. I read the gospel of John, it was a shock to me ,the gospel was very clear, easy and plain to read.. While the Quran you need a commentary for every verse to understand it. I stopped when I read this words, ''But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God''. I started to cry, it was the greatest gift I ever received.Now, I can call God 'Father' and I can be his Child. It was the first time I could have this relationship with God. It was something new and revolutionary, since I was only a slave of God and that's what Islam taught us about him. The teachings of Christ was what I was looking for. Christ didn't make jihad or order his followers to kill others, he didn't ask us to hate others. On the contrary, he taught us to love our enemies and pray for them. He asked us to be pure from inside and to fight sin and remove it from our thoughts. He forgive even those who crucified him. When I prayed I felt the Holy Spirit in my heart. and many times I started to cry because of the joy and love towered God.Through Jesus I started to know God . This is the God I who I knew when I was a child, the God of heart not the God of the Quran.

My Story Part 3 ( Don't go ..to the Catholics )

Two days after my conversion I went to the Christian website, where I asked them many questions and I sent a message to the Baptist girl. I thanked her for her prayers and notifying her that God answered them and I asked her ''what is next?'', she told me that Baptism is the next step. However, she gave me advice that would change my world. She asked me to go to any church, such as the Baptist Church, non-denomination churches, Bible churches or any other protestant Churches. But she gave me a warning from joining three groups Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses and Catholics. Now, from historical point view I knew that Mormons and Jehovah’s Witnesses can't be Christians. Yet Catholicism is the Face of Christianity for 2000 years. My views about Catholicism was negative since they believe that the Pope is the vicar of Christ and they put statues and ask the intersession of Saints. All of these stuff I was raised against. I knew that Martin Luther made the protestant church by declaring the bible alone is the source of the Christian doctrine but did the early Christian believe in what Luther taught? I had many questions and I knew going to a Protestant church and ignoring the Catholic/ Orthodox Churches because of the Islamic influence is not a fair thing to do. Especially because of my lack of knowledge about Church history. I ignored her advice for a while and focused for the next month on reading the bible and growing in faith. But the Church thing will come again very soon.

I went to Paltalk ( voice chat program ) were there are many Arabic Christians who gather together to read the bible, chat about faith and debate Muslims. I found out, I was not alone, that there are many converts. I was amazed by the work of God. I went there and learn a lot about my Christian faith. During that time, I felt a great joy with Jesus that I left my Saudi friends and refused to answer their calls to go to night clubs or partying . I would have more Joy with Jesus than going out with my Saudi friends. Plus my friends were a straight road to sin, and I started to hate sin. In Paltalk , I found out more about how fake the Islamic religion is. How it is an Anti Christ Religion and how Jesus fulfilled prophecies of the Old Testament. however, I found some views of Christians that are contradictory, for example a girl (who later I discovered she had a Calvinistic point of view) started to scare me that I am not Christian unless I go and confess in front of all the world that I am Christian. I knew if I did that I will lose my future and my family and maybe my life! I started to cry to God, '' Forgive me Father, I am so weak and coward''. Yet , other Christians would tell me to hide my faith and to be careful that no one will report me to the Saudi government. I found people who supported baptizing babies because it was similar to circumcision and replaced circumcision. Yet others attacked it and said it was not Biblical. I saw people who believed in the Real presence of Jesus in The Eucharist, others saw it as only a symbol. Baptism itself was only a symbol according to some Christians, while others viewed it as a necessity for Salvation. These contradictions are only few things about what I found between the Christians.

After being away from my Saudi friends, I started to feel lonely. I wanted to share my faiths with other Christians. So I thought I would go to Church. But the question was, “which Church?”. I knew if I went to an Evangelical Church, that means I will judge others to be false. After all , The Catholic Church puts a great claims upon itself as Christ one true Church and The Pope is the Successor of Saint Peter who Christ Gave him the Keys and the authority to guide his Sheep. and Evangelicals will easily come and tell me that the Catholic Church is the Whore of Babylon and there are no biblical evidences for the Catholic claims. If I would follow my feelings , I would chose the evangelical churches, because it lines up with my Islamic background. I went to Jesus, I asked him, can you show me which Church I should go to? I got a straight and unexpected answer. I knew I should go to the Catholic Church. I went to my computer to search for one and I found one near my university. I sent a message to the Campus priest (who was not a priest of the same parish but an Assistant Priest) asking him that I want to know more about the Catholic Faith. He wrote me back and invited me to meet him. I went there wearing the best of my clothes, putting the most expensive of my perfumes as if I was going to a date. I met the young Priest in the Church, he was surprised about my story and about my nationality and background. He called an RCIA person who the priest called him “a half Catholic”, to help me to understand the Catholic Faith. Since he himself is a former Baptist and had the desire to enter the Church that Easter. Then the Priest took me to the Alter. where there was a big Crucifix, we knelt and prayed and then he blessed me with the sign of the cross. I said to myself “wow, this is The Church, which we see in the movies!” The priest invited me to come to the Mass next Sunday. I discovered that the name of the Church was St. Michael.The Crucifix had a big impact on me which made me cry when I thought about it in home, because it was symbolizing Our Lord, who died for us .

I went to Paltalk and I started to ask people over there if it is okay to be a Catholic. The responses I got was not the same. Some people told me all the churches are the same and they are the houses of God, another person told me that he would recommend me a Bible church than a Catholic one so I can grow in faith. But the most extreme view I got is when I asked a Pentecostal Pastor. The Pastor told me that he himself is a former Catholic. And he bag me to not to go to the Catholic Church, which he called it a ''road to hell''. He said to me the Papacy was made in the Middle ages to control people. And that the real presence of Jesus is a “waste of time”. I told him I bought a Catholic Bible. He said to me throw it in the garbage, because they added 7 books into it to teach purgatory. He quoted me scriptures to convince me that Catholicism is not from God. I asked him questions about the Bible and where did it come from and when did the Church get corrupted? He didn't give me a convincing answer. We switched to talking about Mary and the saints and how wrong and unBiblical it is to pray for the saints. He did use my Sunni background to tell me how these actions are wrong. He gave me a file he wrote about the history of the Christian Church, it began with the early church, jumps to Nicea then started to attack the Medieval Catholic Church and accusing her of killing the reformation Saints and than how the gift of speaking in tongues was re-discovered in the 20th century. Now I consider that file a garbage, but back then I thought that this was a summery of the history of Christianity. The Pastor supported me with lot of attractive things that gave me the impression that Jesus opened a lot of doors to me. Such as promises to take care of me, to put me with an American Christian family, to give me all that I need for my spiritual journey for Christ and to even help me to settle here in the US. After all of this, I thought about all my worries and the future would end soon and Jesus is taking care of me. I got the impression that Catholicism is a Pagan Satanic Cult. However, days later questions started to pop into my head. If Catholicism is that bad, why is it that the Pope and the one billion Catholics , didn't know all of that? Why would they believe what they believe and continue to believe it? I heard a lot of objections to the Catholic Faith, but I hardly let Catholicism to explain itself. Just because this pastor was going to take care of me, does not mean I should accept it and ignore Catholicism. I wanted to search for the truth, not for pleasures.

My Story Part 4 ( Entering Christ Church )

Seeking the fullness of the Truth

I went to the RCIA person and started to ask him a lot of questions. He said to me that he understands my objection since he used to be protestant himself. He didn't condemn or attack his former faith and told me it's a great place to start. But the Catholic Church has the fullness of truth. He gave me a book by Patrick Madrid called "where is this in the bible”. After reading it, I came to the conclusion that Catholics have answers to every objection. I decided to take my time to study the Catholic faith and the Protestant objections and decide for myself. I can't let pastors and priests take away the joy of Christ. I want to find the fullness of Jesus teachings, I don't want to gamble my eternity. Either the Catholic Church is Christ Church or it is an apostate church, if it is his Church I want to be part of it. If not, than it is a big lie. I spend thousands of dollars on books and videos materials to study the Catholic Faith and the objections which were already in my mind. The result of that six months of studying was amazing to me.

I began first with the real presence of Jesus Christ in the Eucharist, my question was not to about what Jesus words meant. After all, the Eucharist is either his body or just symbol. And people can interrupt the words of the Lord as they like. The only way to know about what Jesus meant it is by going to the early Christian church and see what they believed about it. The Catholic Church got it right, All of the Church fathers believe that the Eucharist was not only a symbol, but the real presence of Jesus Christ. And we can begin with Ignatius who was the disciple of the apostle John where he did believe the real presence. And saint Polycarp another disciple of John believed too on the real presence. To me, I didn’t need anymore evidence (which there are many ). If the early Christians, who saw the apostles accept the Eucharist as the body and blood of Jesus, then I will accept their views. The practice in itself was tied to the Passover, since you can't have forgiveness of sins until you eat the sacrifice and Jesus is the new Passover Lamb.

Second was the bible, “After Reading Rome Sweet Home”, by the former evangelical pastor Scott Hahn. I noticed that the idea of Bible alone was not Biblical in itself nor did the apostles practice it, on the contrary, the bible taught us that the Church is the foundation of the truth and Jesus didn't leave for us a book but a Church. Which he promised to guide through the holy spirit to all truth. The New Testament cannon had a lot of debate about which books should be in and out. Many churches read the letters of the Pope Clement of Rome as Scriptures and many believed that 1st and 2nd Peter was not scripture and others argued the book of Revelation does not belong to the Bible. The Catholic Church using the quotations of the Bible from the early Christians and by the guidance of the Holy Spirit which works in the bishops, closed the cannon of scripture of the new testament in 382 at the council of Rome under the authority of Pope Damasus I. So for hundreds of years, Christians didn't have the Bible as we have it today. And it is the Catholic Church who made that decision. Yet I am told to ignore this tradition and the authority of the Church and appeal to man made idea called “Sola Scriptura”. The church didn't add 7 books to the old testament as the Pastor claimed, but it used the cannon of Scripture that was used by the Jews in Egypt, which is written in Greek , modern Judaism uses a cannon which they put together in 100 AD and they throw books from it which clearly teach about Christ suffering on the Cross. While the Catholic Church used an older cannon and the same councils that declare the cannon of the New testament, gave a list of the books of the Old testament too. So it is hypocrisy to me to throw 7 books which Martin Luther did and accept the other books as the word of God just because another religion decided in 100 AD to remove those books from their Cannon. Martin Luther tried to take the book of James and Revelation too from the Bible. My Protestant friends will use passages from the Bible to define their belief, yet every one of them will preach something different than the other. For example, some of them believe that you can lose your salvation, others believe that once you accept Jesus you are saved forever. Some Protestants believe in the rapture and build whole theories from it. Those who believe it have no doubts about the Biblical rotes of the rapture, yet another Protestant will deny such a thing. Acknowledging that the whole thing was not taught in the early church nor by Jesus and the apostles and the Bible doesn’t say anything about it. I used to hear a lot of people come to me and say, “the Bible said so”, but now I know that it's their human interpretation of the Bible but not the Bible itself. After all, using the Bible and making a private interpretation has led people to fall in error and many new denominations and religions started to appear because of it.

The Bible is the Word of God , but the Bible point out clearly to the Church, the people were baptized and got the Holy spirit threw the apostles laying hands on them, others like Simon Magus wanted that authority and peter rebuked him. So it is clear evidence that the apostles are not like every one of us, since they themselves chose Matthias to take the place of Judas, if people want to deny the apostolic secession than they must ask why the apostles need to chose new apostles, if everyone is his own bishop and pope? We do see a hierarchy church in that first century church itself and Peter was appointed by The Good Shepherd Jesus to shepherd his sheep. We see a council to declare a matter of faith like the end of circumcision, when they disagree there is a way of solving the problem by a council, they just didn’t go out and start a new church when they disagree with each other. Since it is one true faith and the Holy Spirit will teach it all truth. It's clear that the church did practice the authority of losing and binding. The role of the Bishop of Rome is clear in the early church, I was told that the Papacy was a later invention in the middle ages by the Pastor. Yet we see Clement of Rome at the first century talk with authority which is given to him by the apostles, writing to the church of Corinth which was not under the Roman territory to end their rebellions against the bishop. Pope Victor in the second century wrote to the eastern bishops, warning them with excommunication if they didn't agree with the dates of Easter, no one questioned the Pope’s authority to do such thing . St. Iranues who was a hearer of Polycarp said that every church must agree with the Church of Rome since the Apostles peter and Paul build it and it holds the ancient teachings of the apostles. All of this evidence is in the first two centuries, yet I am told that the primacy of the Bishop of Rome was a later invention. My view of the Church start to change, I didn't need always to use the Bible to prove a teaching, but I can trust the Holy Spirit that guide the church since 2000 years.

The intercession of Saints and the Marian doctrine were very hard to me at the beginning, since I didn't like the idea of asking others than God. Of course I was deeply influenced by my Islamic up bringing which was against such actions. However, as a Christian I should not let Islam shape the way I view things. Many Muslims, when they convert to Christianity chose to not go to Catholic, Orthodox and Anglican Churches, not because something wrong with those churches, but because they allow Islam to guide them into the sect of Christianity that is plain and simple like Islam. To me, either I accept the truth as it is or I am picking and choosing. Since we are all alive in Christ and part of his body I can ask saints and Mary to pray for me like I will ask any person here on earth to pray for me. After reading a book called, “Hail holy Queen”, by Scott Hahn. I knew that all the Marian dogmas by the Church had a Biblical root. I discovered much more about the role of Mary from the Bible through the guidance of the church and it's tradition which gave me more respect to the Catholic Church for teaching a full truth, not part of the truth like other churches do. I feared Mary at the beginning, but after praying the gospel with her through the Rosary. I started to love my “Mother”, she always took me to her son . Jesus gave us his Mother on the Cross and showing honor and respect to our mother is not something we should be afraid of.

Becoming Catholic

After this long search and examine of the Catholic dogmas and teachings, I came to the Conclusion that I found Christ Church. That does not mean that Protestants as individual to me are not my brothers and sisters in Christ. In fact, most of them are very saintly people and we learn a lot from them. However, without the church authority , Protestantism will produce a lot of errors and false religions and doctrines which will make confusion in the Christian world. I and many other new Christians suffered from these differences of where is the truth within Christianity. Another good thing that came out of this, is that it affirmed my Christian faith. I discovered that the Gospels do go back to the time of Jesus’ apostles and was not corrupted as Muslims want us to think. The De Vinci code is nothing but false history, to anyone who studied church history. Christ was God from the beginning and the early Christian viewed him this way. The idea that the church made him God or a god in 325 is a joke, since we have many writings which wrote about the divinity of Christ from a very early time. I started to know why other gospels such as the gnostic and infancy are false and fabrication and why they didn't enter the cannon of the New testament. And by knowing that it helped me to see more about how fake Islam is, since Islam stole many things and claimed that it is from God, but those stories were taken from fabrication books such as the infancy Gospel. The story of Jesus creating bird from clay which is mentioned in the Quran was stolen from the infancy gospel of Thomas, that dates to the third century. There many things in the Church tradition that shake the foundation of the Islamic religion. So I believe God wanted me to go through all of that so my faith could be affirmed and to help me witness to Muslims.

My parents knew about my conversion after visiting me in the U.S. My father said to me that I should come back to Islam or I am no longer his son. And that he will not pay my university tuition. I said to him I will not leave Jesus, so he kicked me out of my house. I was happy that I was persecuted for Christ at the moment, yet I was very sad about what will happen to me. My liberal family were ashamed of me. They accused me of being brainwashed, a traitor and coward who wanted to be like “them” (Westerners). They accused me of everything, but never once did they want to accept that I searched for the truth. I said to Jesus that I am so broken inside and I want his help. I went to the Cathedral and prayed and many Catholics prayed for me too. My parents changed their mind in two days and accepted me to come back with one condition, that is not tell anyone back home about my Christian faith, so I don't end up with a trouble with the government.

I entered RCIA at September 2011. My RCIA program was going well, but I had to leave to my country for an unexpected event which occurred in my life that forced me to leave the US. I asked the deacon if he would allow me to get baptized, since there is no Catholic Church in Saudi Arabia. But he gave me a negative answer that left me with little hope to getting baptized before I had to leave. I was sad at the moment, I wanted to receive the Body and Blood of Our Lord and to enter a full communion with his Church. I went to talk to the same priest who welcomed me to the church. I told him that I am leaving in ten days to Saudi Arabia and I want to enter the Catholic Church since I can't do it in Easter. He promised me to ask the permission from the archbishop for my baptism since he thought that I was ready. I was praying that the archbishop will give his approval, which he did five days before leaving to Saudi.Three days before my trip to Saudi I was Baptized, Confirmed and received my First Communion. Jesus continues his blessings upon me. My baptism marked the end of the beginning of my journey toward God and a beginning of a long pilgrimage toward the promised land, The Kingdom of Heaven, where Jesus is our bread and shepherd during this long journey.

 Praise be to JESUS CHRIST who answers all prayers for Salvation!

Ask JESUS CHRIST right now to save you, to prove to you HE is the Savior and HE will answer you. JESUS never fails to save anyone who cries out.  

I know this because I personally cried out in the rubble of my shattered life and HE answered me and saved me. Glory to Almighty GOD who sent HIS only begotten SON to die for OUR Sins.