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My home town relife fund
Hello sisters and Brothers
When I got up out of bed on 9-14-01 I had no way of knowing wate GOD had in stor for me but as the day went on I found my self at wal-mart parking lot helping my home town radeo net work out geting funds for the ppl in NYC & DC as the day went on I seen 5 year olds giveing there piggy banks to the relife fund I cryed like a Baby and all the ppl in my home town of CONNERSVILLE,INDIANA came tru for NYC & DCwith there giveing we started this fund drive at 6:A.M. on 9-14-01 at the end of the day we had $14.000 and we will be doing this untill monday morning then we will be wireing all of it to them there in NYC & DC I would like to challange all of you out there in the USA to do the same in your home town if we can do this in INDIANA then why cant you all do the same....your Brother in his service...(~Brian†††)
mylittelheaven@webtv.net
Christ at Work in India
Dear Friends in Christ,
I received this testimony a few Úweeks ago, and felt it was something I wanted to share with you. I am sending it to Úyou exactly as I received it, and I hope you are as blessed by it as I was. ÚPlease pray for our dear Brother and his ministry in India.
In Christ.............brother bob......<><
Dear Ixthesus
Praise be to the Lord!
You may add my testemony in your site, for it will be an encouragemnet
for other to attain Salvation. I'm attaching my image too.
Yours in His service
Pastor Ciniraj Mohamed,
Salem Voice, Baseelia, Devalokam,
Kottayam, Kerala-686038, INDIA
TESTEMONY OF PASTOR CINIRAJ MOHAMED
(e-mail: ciniraj@sanchar.net
I was born on 25th May, 1954 as the fourth child of Janab Kassim
Pillai Labba, a retired Úheadmaster and Fathima Beevi. My house is known
as "Kochera". It is an ancient, prominent and orthodox Muslim family at
Kalloor, a rural area in Trivandrum, South India.
More than 4000 muslim families inhabiting in our area and some
hindus at suburbs. No Christians at all. There was not even a single christian in
the schools where I was studied.
Our mosque is around thousand years old. My ancestors spread the
religion of Islam in that place and built the mosque. My ancestoral home is very
close to the mosque. The land revenue and the axillary records of the mosque were kept in my father's name well into my boyhood. My ancestors were entitled to muslim priesthood by heredity. They had the designation as "Labba" with their names to indicate the priesthood.
In these circumstances, I was brought up with great regard and love
for Islamic teachings and its practices and of my family. I did my religious
education before I started regular schooling. No bad habits existed in the way of our family life. I even wrote a book about the Qur'an.
My college education was held at a Christian institution called Mar Ivanios College, which is in Trivandrum city. The vast majority of my college classmates were christians. I was only muslim in the class. I had difficulty to mingle with my classmates in the beginning. But gradually I became close and intimate with them. Actually it led me to evil associations and wretched habits. I started smoking, began to use drugs and alcohol, done streaking, being known as rowdy in the city. Damaging reports and ugly pictures concerning me began to appear in the news papers. As a result my parents, brothers, sisters and dear ones were greatly disturbed. It seemed I may have to discontinue my education. If so I wanted to
prove I could succeed on my own by going to the Arabian Gulf even as a
stow-away.
By this time I became addicted on drugs and alcohol. My body began to
shiver and I became very tense if I did not use drugs at the habitual times. I was on the watch-list of the Police. My parents cut off the money which they were giving me regularly. I had lot of friends, ready for any adventure, when I had money in my pocket. As a matter of fact my earlier friends became my sworn enemies in my period of trial. I lost my peace of mind.
It was at this juncture that some missionary students gathered courage to talk to me. They claimed that Jesus is the Son of God, who was crucified for the mankind. He rose from the dead and He is the king of peace. They further claimed that if one believes in Him and confesses all sins he will become a new person. I could not even imagine that Prophet Isa (Jesus) is the son of God or that he was crucified and rose from the dead. In turn exhorted them to reach heaven by believing in Islam which is the true religion. I had heated arguments with them on many occasions. They could only find fault with my wretched life, but could not prevail over my
arguments or prove my ideas wrong.
But without losing heart, one day they brought some leaflets. The leaflets were based on the Bible which I considered forbidden, for it is abrogated. Hence I went into a rage. The thought that the advice that I had given them earlier regarding Islam, had made no impact on them increased my rage. I tored the leaflets into pieces. With despicable words I threw the pieces into their faces and I gave warning that I would destroy them if they continue misleading others.
It was a serious matter that the students of priesthood in cassocks were publicly insulted and persecuted, specially in the compound of a christian institution. It looked almost certain that I would be expelled from the college. I could also expect troubles from any direction. The next day I went to the college armed with weapons, intending to cause violent incidents. When I entered the class the missionary students ran to me and embraced with love and joy. They surprised me by expressing regret for having caused mental distress on me. If the college was run by my religion and I was in the place of a missionary, surely I would not have let one,
persecutes me, scot free. In fact, I was touched by their love, kindness and gentle nature. The Holy Spirit, which reminds us about sin, righteousness and judgement, began to work upon me.
That night I found a piece of paper in a text book in my room. On it was written, The saying is sure and worthy of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came to the world to save sinners, for whom I am the foremost" (1Tim 1:15). On the reverse side of the paper was written, "For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Rom 6:23). I did not know those were the verses from the Bible. But I was overcome with thoughts.
All the sins, the excessions Úand violations that I had committed since childhood began to appear before me as if on a screen. I recognized all my inequities, big and small. Each one of them transformed into a blister on my body. The blisters burst open and became sores. The flesh and bones, from where pus began to flow out, became very hot and began to melt. Worms were competing to get at the marrow of the bones. The pain was unbearable. The stench could not be described. I was being pulled into a bottomless pit. There was nobody to save me. I cried out, "God, save me".
Then a man, holy and bright, descended from heaven and touched me. I understood it was Jesus. For a moment I closed my eyes with a heavenly joy, for His touch cooled my body and mind. When I opened my eyes all the blisters and sores had disappeared from my body. I am purified as if washed with a perfumed ointment. But Jesus who came in bright and spotless was now infected with blisters and sores. Pus and discharges were flowing out of them. Worms and maggots were roaming freely on his body. It was like an abominable, foul smelling creature.
Yes! Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we
esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded
for our transgressions, he was bruised for our inequities; upon him was the
chastisement that made us whole, and with his stripes we are healed (Is 53:4-5).
Christ had taken on himself all my afflictions. I should have been
condemned to death for all my sins. But I saw Christ taking on all my sins and being cruicified in my place for my sake. Earlier I never believed that Christ was crucified. I used to ask how our sins would be washed away by his death, even if he was crucified. But now I was convinced how and for what Christ died.
"For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God" (2 Cor Ú5:21). I saw Jesus breaking the tomb and rising up from the dead. He was more glorious and resplendent in resurrection than he descended from the clouds. I Úfell at his feet crying, "My Lord and my God".
I do not know whether this experience which occurred me in my own
house in an area where there are no christians, is a dream, or a revelation or a
vision. I was not Úat all believing such kind of matters. But this experience
transformed me into a Christian. It enabled me to throw away the old man and made me to become a new man. I receivd joy and peace the like of which I never knew before.
I shared my conversion of mind and joy at the same night to my
parents. Although they listened me, but tried to dissuade saying this was only a
trick played by Iblis (Satan). But I was convinced that the loving God has saved me through His only Son and that I would inherit eternal life. As a result I had to face torture and threats in my life. I was baptized in the water as soon as I accepted Him as my personal Saviour. God baptized me with the Holy Spirit too.
One day I was narrating my christian experiences to some of my friends
near the mosque. Suddenly one of my cousin brothers named Salim stabbed
me with a knife. My lower jaw was split. Everybody thought that I may die.
But God saved me and made me a witness again at that place. Salim was making
arrangements to murder me in another way and had a plan to convert it into a
suicide. For the same he was buisily making a noose at the top of a tree. But a whirl wind blew and Salim fell with the branch of the tree. He was near to death. Instinctively I wished for his death. But Jesus ordered me to love and nurse Salim as He had loved me when I was ÚHis enemy. At my initiative Salim was taken to the hospital and was in plaster for more than six months. When Salim recovered he accepted Jesus as his Savior. The Jama'ath authorities chained me, shaved my head, locked me in an underground cellar when yet another person became a Christian. When I tried to escape acid was sprayed on me. I was beaten up several times and even lost a few teeth. I considered these experiences as lucky de in the name of Jesus and as symbal of my spiritual fervour
The Lord visited a few more people who caused trouble on me. Most of them led to believe in Jesus. My parents and siblings who banned me from the entire area is now visiting me, and are willing to pray with me, though in private. My family and I can now visit with confidence our ancesteral home and the adjoining muslim neighbourhood as witnesses to the Gospel. The Living God is helping us in that.
I have a deep burden about those who go astray. Also He empowered me to
preach Gospel. By Gods grace I have already preached before thousands of
crowds. Preaching the Word of God, using the gift of healing, counseling, sharing the testemony are the part of my preaching ministry. My present
address : Pastor Ciniraj Mohamed, Salem Voice, Baseelia, Devalokam,
Kottayam, ÚKerala-686038, INDIA.
While many who take pride in calling themselves christians look upon
gospel work with contempt, I consider it only God's grace that I look upon
proclaiming the Gospel as a great honour. My goal is to win the muslim
world as well as the third world unto the Salvation.
This one wase sent in to me GLORY TO GOD you must see this one
Wanted to share this with you ... Joanne and Dorothy are the head of the deftministries in Louisiana for the Assemblies of God.. Enjoy .. Meredith > Hi... This blessed me so much, I had to pass it along to you. Wow what a
>testimony! To God be the glory!
> I copied it from the Assemblies of God News Service online.
> Joanne and Dorothy
>---------------------------------------------------------------------
>** SURVIVING THE 81ST FLOOR OF WORLD TRADE TOWER TWO
>
> Tuesday, September 11, 2001, began like any other day for Bethel
> Assembly of God deacon and Sunday school superintendent Stanley
> Praimnath of Elmont, Long Island. He got up early, took a shower,
> prayed, got ready and headed for work. The drive was uneventful.
> The train ride was the same. Yet, this day he would see the hand
> of God spare his life.
>
> "For some particular reason, I gave the Lord a little extra of
> myself that morning [during prayer]," Stanley said. "I said,
> 'Lord, cover me and all my loved ones under your precious blood.'
> And even though I said that and believed it, I said it over and
> over and over."
>
> When Stanley arrived at World Trade Center Tower Two, he took the
> elevator up to his office on the 81st floor. "I work for the Fuji
> Bank Limited," he said. "I'm an assistant vice president in the
> Loans Operations Department. The company is located on the 79th
> through 82nd floors."
>
> Stanley greeted Delise, a young lady who had arrived before him.
> After talking briefly, he headed over to his desk and picked up
> his phone to retrieve his messages.
>
> "As I'm standing there retrieving my messages, I'm looking out at
> the next building, One World Trade, and I saw fire falling through
> from the roof," Stanley said. "Now, this entire building is
> surrounded by glass, and you can stand up and from there you can
> see all the buildings, planes and everything flying at the same
> altitude."
>
> As Stanley saw "fire balls" coming down, his first reaction was to
> think of his boss who works in that building. He decided to try to
> call him to see if he was okay. "I'm dialing his number, and
> getting no response. So, I say to Delise, the temp, 'Go, go,
> go--let's get out."
>
> Delise and Stanley got on the elevator and went down to the 78th
> floor. Some other people were there. The company's president, the
> CEO, the human resources director and two other gentlemen joined
> the group and headed down to the concourse level of Two World
> Trade Center.
>
> If they had continued on and exited the building, all of their
> lives would have been spared. As it was, that's not the way it
> happened.
>
> "As soon as we reached the concourse level, the security guard
> stopped us and said, 'Where are you going?'
>
> Stanley explained about seeing the fire in Tower One. According to
> Stanley, the guard said, "Oh, that was just an accident. Two World
> Trade is secured. Go back to your office."
>
> That turned out to be fatal advice--aside from Stanley, Delise was
> the only one of that group to survive.
>
> "We were joking, and I told [Human Resources Director] Brian
> Thompson, 'This is a good time to think of relocating this
> building--it's not safe anymore.' " Stanley headed back to his
> office, but before he got there, he told Delise, that with the
> events of the day, she should go home and relax.
>
> Thompson went to the 82nd floor, the president and CEO went to the
> 79th floor and Stanley got out on the 81st floor. When Stanley got
> to his office, his phone was ringing. "It was someone from Chicago
> calling to find out if I'm watching the news," he said. He told
> the caller everything "was fine."
>
> But everything wasn't fine--far from it. As Stanley was talking,
> he looked up and saw American Airlines Flight 11 heading straight
> for him.
>
> "All I can see is this big gray plane, with red letters on the
> wing and on the tail, bearing down on me," said Stanley. "But this
> thing is happening in slow motion. The plane appeared to be like
> 100 yards away, I said 'Lord, you take control, I can't help
> myself here.' "
>
> Stanley then dove under his desk. "My Testament [Bible] was on top
> of my desk," explained Stanley. "I knew, beyond a shadow of a
> doubt, that the Lord was going to take care of me once I got
> there." As he curled into a fetal position under his desk, the
> plane tore into the side of the building and exploded.
>
> Miraculously, Stanley was unhurt. However, he could see a flaming
> wing of the plane in the doorway of his department. He knew he
> needed to get out of his office and the building fast. But, he was
> trapped under debris up to his shoulders. "Lord, you take control,
> this is your problem now," he recalled praying. "I don't know
> where I got this power from, but the good Lord, He gave me so much
> power and strength in my body that I was able to shake everything
> off. I felt like I was the strongest man alive."
>
> All the while, Stanley was asking to the Lord to spare his life.
> "I'm crying and I'm praying, 'Lord, I have things to do..., I want
> to see my family, Lord, help me through.' "
>
> Stanley's office resembled a battle zone--walls flattened into
> dusty heaps, office equipment strewn violently, flames flickering
> about and rubble everywhere. "Everything I'm trying to climb on
> [to get out] is collapsing and I'm going down," he said. "I'm
> getting cuts and bruises, but I'm saying, 'Lord, I have to go home
> to my loved ones, I have to make it, You have to help me.' "
>
> Suddenly Stanley saw the light of a flashlight. For a moment, it
> stunned him. "What were the chances of someone bringing a
> flashlight to this floor?," he thought. "My first gut reaction
> was, 'This is my guardian angel--my Lord sent somebody to
> save me!' "
>
> Stanley began screaming, "I see the light, I see the light." But
> after clawing his way through the debris, he realized that he
> couldn't get out--all the exits were blocked and his "guardian
> angel" couldn't get to him--a wall was between him and the
> staircase. "He can't get to me and I can't get to him, and by this
> time I can't breathe," Stanley said. "I don't know if it was
> sulfur or what [burning jet fuel, perhaps], but I can smell this
> thing. I got down on my knees and said, "Lord, you've got to help
> me. You've brought me this far, help me to get to the staircase."
>
> But then Stanley did something surprising. While praying on his
> knees, Stanley called out to the man behind the wall, "There's one
> thing I got to know, do you know Jesus?" The man replied he went
> to church every Sunday. Then they prayed together to enable them
> to break through the wall.
>
> "I got up, and I felt as if a power came over me," said Stanley.
> "I felt goose bumps all over my body and I'm trembling, and I said
> to the wall, 'You're going to be no match for me and my Lord.' "
> Moments later, he punched his way through the wall and, with the
> help of the man on the other side, was able to squirm his way
> through the hole in the wall. "The guy held me and embraced me and
> he gave me a kiss and he said, 'From today, you're my brother
> for life.' "
>
> But the danger wasn't over. The man on the other side of the wall,
> who introduced himself as Brian, was an older gentleman and they
> still had 81 floors to walk down, with the building on fire and,
> unknown to them, in danger of collapse. "We hobbled our way down,
> and at every floor we stopped to see if anybody was there, but
> nobody was..., but a man was on the floor, and his back was gone,
> and he was covered in blood."
>
> Stanley asked to be allowed to carry the man out, but a security
> guard told him it would be better to send somebody up. When they
> finally made it down to the concourse, only firefighters were
> there. "They were saying, 'Run! Run! Run!', they were telling us
> to run out, but they were not concerned about themselves,"
> he said.
>
> Stanley and Brian would have ran from the building, but now the
> concourse was surrounded with fire. Wetting themselves under the
> building's sprinkler system, they held hands and ran through the
> flames to safety to Trinity Church about two blocks away. "I
> wanted to go to the church to thank God," Stanley explained, "As
> soon as I held onto the gate of that church, the building [World
> Trade Center Tower Two] collapsed."
>
> Stanley and Brian made there way safely out of the danger area.
> Before they parted, Stanley gave his business card to Brian in
> hopes of contact at a later time, and said, "If I don't see you,
> I'll see you in heaven."
>
> Cut and bloodied, with clothes tattered and wearing a borrowed
> shirt, Stanley finally made it home hours later to his wife
> Jennifer and his two girls, Stephanie (age 8) and Caitlin (age 4).
> "I held my wife and my two children and we cried," said Stanley.
> After thanking God for sparing his life, Stanley told God whatever
> he did, it will always be for His glory. "I'm so sore, but every
> waking moment, I say 'Lord, had you not been in control, I would
> not have made it.'
>
> "For some divine reason, I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that
> the good Lord's mighty hand turned the plane a fraction from where
> I was standing," said Stanley. "Because when it crash-landed, it
> was just 20 feet from me. I don't care who would rationalize--what
> people would say now or years from now, but I know it was the
> handiwork of the Lord that turned that plane. My Lord Jesus is
> bigger than the Trade Center and His finger can push a plane
> aside!"
>
> --Dan Van Veen
GOD BLess YOu Brian, I wanted to share this with you:
Pages of JESUS SAVES!
HOLY-GIRL: PERSONAL TESTIMONY
Oh how sweet to trust in Jesus. Just to
take HIM at his word..How I have proved him o'er and o'er.
HOLY-GIRL
"before" Further along we'll know all about it, further along we'll understand why, cheer up my brother live in the sunshine...
SALVATION Amazing grace how sweet the sound, I once was lost but now I am found, blind but now I see
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HOLY-GIRL: PERSONAL TESTIMONY
A QUIET REVELATION!
No preacher's threat, by which the Lord I met. No pointing finger, with Christ made me linger. But a quiet revelation, made me to pay attention. On the day I went to Church;
I sat in the pew, next to quite a few. Listening to every word the preacher said. All about Jesus and the blood he shed. Though my sins be of scarlet, red.
Bury me at the cross:
For the least of them, here is where Jesus did his best, and my sins here they rest.
HOLY-GIRL "before"
Once I knew!
It came time to raise my hand and confess. And the preacher began to pray I began to give Jesus my mess. Once my spoken heart said, "Jesus I am sorry, come into my life." I then died to my wickedness and strife. As my hand held into air, I felt him there. Tingles down to the bone, He never did leave me alone. I saw white, my soul was cleansed by His might. I was lifted up, and his banner over me is love, I was filled with His precious sweet Holy dove.
Then leaving the House of the LORD:
I looked up to the sky and behold how blue, I never knew. How much He could do. I clutched my Bible and put faith in it being True.
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HOLY-GIRL "before"
WHAT JESUS SAVED ME FROM
I never was interested in much religion or philosophy until my best friend commited suicide. I thought about it, sure. But, I didn't go deep.
When she died, I began to think about where she was. And from what I had always felt as a child. I truely did think God was the ONE. Gut feelings. Couldn't resist that...but, with my lack of understanding, I knew of Jesus, but, not him.
I didn't know much about the Bible at all. What I always gathered was, if your bad then you will go to hell, and if your good then you will go to heaven.
I knew I didn't want to go to hell, in my opinion only an idiot would desire flames upon their skin. And I also knew I was not good, so therefore I would end up there.
So I began to research religions, And I figured I would just pick the one that best suited my desire.
I thought spells were cool, once I learned them. I played with that whole concept for a while, watching stuff go.
I knew I loved nature. So I would be fine to pay my respect to the things in the world, planets, sun and moon, earth, wind, fire and water. And I began to learn of divination. It was a funny order in which I learned these things. NO one sat down and led me, I just read and experimented, and saw things happen. And felt the forces. And so forth.
I received a gift of seeing well in the cards which for told the future, I was good at meditating. And drawing images of things that were to be.
Most of all that caused me to turn away from my 'ole' gut feeling was the fact, that when you die your are reincarnated, and not sent to one or the other heaven or hell.
I remember the day, I prayed a prayer to God and told him, that the beliefs in him I am taking back because I didn't want to go to hell. And I remember the departure.
I offered up my honor to these gods and goddess'. And loved my womanhood.
I learned potions and setting altars up. And decided what kind of witch I would be like, good or bad or a little of both. I figured since I didn't have a mean bone in my body, that I would be miss good witch.
However I learned in order to survive one must do a wee bit of both, so I went for grey, in the thoughts of not wanting to ever harm a soul. Most of the time I was just a poem making love creating, nice machine for my friends.
I really got into tarot readings, and communicating with the spirits. And I got good at it. People came to me for their lives told. And I gathered that was my lot in life for the spirits, My earning. But, when I got slothful my torment would begin.
As each time you open your mind up to the spirit world you surrender your soul to demon activity, I don't care how you prepare, it is so!
So while I continued to grow deeper and older I got lonely. In my world. And the enemy (satan) openly spoke to me. I didn't do enough, and spread myself around enough, I was too romantic, and unlearning. And money is to be made.
I also got into drugs and that made me more lazy. And then I was losing control. And to the spirit world becoming useless. So my life began to get upset, in every direction.
And not to mention a soul departure from God Almighty is a cold lesson learned.
I myself was receiving suicidal tenden- cies. If I am useless then I should be dead. (The spirits said)
My torment thickened, in the mind under the influence of spirits, I would cut myself with razor blades, by slicing my arms just to take away the pain of my life. And center a new pain to concentrate on. I saw many spirits which laughed at me. And my dreams were out of line. To the devil I was nothing more then another soul away from God, and he wanted to do me in as fast as he could.
Some may be wondering why would I refuse God in heaven but, believe satan?
The truth was revealed in the cards. Not from within (WE ARE NOT GODS. WE DO NOT HAVE THE POWER BUT THE POWERS OF DARKNESS POSING IN THE LIGHT, GIVES THE POWER)
does magik come from..or an opposite goddess. But, from Lucifer the fallen angel.
Whether you want to believe in a goddess or a tree, the truth is always the same.
It is about God or the devil, heaven or hell. A choice, yes or no. God Almighty or a goddess, or a self worship, or an old fashion moral concept of living, or no god at all, or any item. It is always a choice. God, or ?
Heaven or Hell? Heaven or Hell, whether you believe you will come back or stay in the ground, or become a bird, or float in and out of the earth, It is stil this: Heaven or Hell.
I saw the powers of darkness, and was told by whom it comes from. all the while I thought it was a goddess I wanted to love, satan himself said He IS, it all.
(Satan)he is the counterfiet of everything that is God Almighty. He is the wind of magik, and his demon followers are the gods and the names people invoke, into their lives.
Life is nothing more than a race, between good and evil. God or the devil? Good or evil:
We all partake of the knowledge when Eve and then Adam did eat from the tree of KnoWledGe! And now YOU know!
But listen to this!!!!
Who is in control of every day?
Who does satan have to answer to? Who holds the yes or no to death? Who will reign and win in the end? Who has told the truth? Surely not the "father of lies=satan" But, GOD is THE ONE who IS and WAS and always WILL be.
Upon my couch one day, after drawing a picture of Jesus as a single strain of hope left within me stirred. I cried out "help" And He who is control, answered. And taught me the truth. As He has promised He would do for all who just ask. That day I did this the enemy really wanted me dead, for my testimony would tell the world of his ugliness. And his deceptions.
The heat was turned up. I still wonder how I made it to the day I did get saved and learned the knowledge of God. MY eyes opened and I understood as it was taught to me.
I pray for all who are reading this : that you have the understanding as well with the knowledge, for that, my Dears, is a gift from God. May He open your eyes and the truth truely set you free.
God loved me even though I hurt Him by making Him jealous with my worship of other gods. And still held me to stay alive. NO matter what you believe if it is not God Almighty which art in Heaven then you are making Him jealous because He loves you so much. I hope you will talk to Him today. And open up your heart and your life to Him. He cleared out the demons the day I got saved. There just wasn't any room for them and Him.
And IN the name of Jesus I pray against any demon that is keeping you from being saved! You have to go In Jesus Name! The Lord Jesus rebuke you.
Glory be to God in the highest, satan you are exposed! Lord help all who read this and be wth them with your precious Holy Spirit I love you Lord Jesus, thank you for paying my ugly price, and for keeping me.
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SALVATION
SAY THIS PRAYER:
"Heavenly Father, I believe that your son, Jesus came to earth and died so I may go to heaven. I am sorry for all the things I have done that are wrong in my life, please forgive me and SAVE ME. I want Jesus in my life. Help me to change the things that are wrong in my life and show me how to live a holy life. Thank you Lord for saving me. LOVe, ********, amen."
HOLY-GIRL
Another Prayer,,,
TRUE REPENTANCE;
Dear Heavenly Father,
Please forgive me of all my sins today that I have committed. I am sorry. My soul is vexed because of them. If only I could so easily be released.... such is the blood of Jesus...Now I pity myself, for once again, needing His Blood Drops. Lord, how I grieve over our 'short' separation. I wish so easily to hear from you. A few problems I have I lift them up to you. Lord, heal me, heal them. Touch my life again, restoring it. Reconcile me to all I have dampened with my words/actions. Most of All Restore me to you.
I'm Sorry !
Love,
Melissa
amen
What a testimony!
** SURVIVING THE 81ST FLOOR OF WORLD TRADE TOWER TWO
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, began like any
other day for Bethel Assembly of God deacon and Sunday school superintendent Stanley Praimnath of Elmont, Long Island. He got up early, took a shower, prayed, got ready and headed for work. The drive was uneventful. The train ride was the same. Yet, this day he would see the hand of God spare his life.
"For some particular reason, I gave the Lord a little extra of myself that morning [during prayer]," Stanley said. "I said, 'Lord, cover me and all my loved ones under your precious blood.' And even though I said that and believed it, I said it over and over and over." When Stanley arrived at World Trade Center Tower Two, he took the elevator up to his office on the 81st floor. "I work for the Fuji Bank Limited," he said. "I'm an assistant vice president in the Loans Operations Department. The company is located on the 79th through 82nd floors."
Stanley greeted Delise, a young lady who had
arrived before him. After talking briefly, he headed over to his desk and picked up his phone to retrieve his messages.
"As I'm standing there retrieving my messages, I'm looking out at the next building, One World Trade, and I saw fire falling through from the roof," Stanley said. "Now, this entire building is surrounded by glass, and you can stand up and from there you can see all the buildings, planes and everything flying at the same altitude."
As Stanley saw "fire balls" coming down, his
first reaction was to think of his boss who works in that building. He decided to try to call him to see if he was okay. "I'm dialing his number, and getting no response. So, I say to Delise, the temp, 'Go, go, go--let's get out."
Delise and Stanley got on the elevator and went down to the 78th floor. Some other people were there. The company's president, the CEO, the human resources director and two other gentlemen joined the group and headed down to the concourse level of Two World Trade Center.
If they had continued on and exited the
building, all of their lives would have been spared. As it was, that's not the way it happened.
"As soon as we reached the concourse level, the security guard stopped us and said, 'Where are you going?' Stanley explained about seeing the fire in Tower One. According to Stanley, the guard said, "Oh, that was just an accident. Two World Trade is secured. Go back to your office."
That turned out to be fatal advice--aside from Stanley, Delise was the only one of that group to survive.
"We were joking, and I told [Human Resources
Director] Brian Thompson, 'This is a good time to think of relocating this building--it's not safe anymore.' " Stanley headed back to his office, but before he got there, he told Delise, that with the events of the day, she should go home and relax.
Thompson went to the 82nd floor, the president and CEO went to the 79th floor and Stanley got out on the 81st floor. When Stanley got to his office, his phone was ringing. "It was someone from Chicago calling to find out if I'm watching the news," he said. He told the caller everything "was fine."
But everything wasn't fine--far from it. As
Stanley was talking, he looked up and saw American Airlines Flight 11 heading straight for him.
"All I can see is this big gray plane, with red letters on the wing and on the tail, bearing down on me," said Stanley. "But this thing is happening in slow motion. The plane appeared to be like 100 yards away, I said 'Lord, you take control, I can't help myself here.' "
Stanley then dove under his desk. "My Testament [Bible] was on top of my desk," explained Stanley. "I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the Lord was going to take care of me once I got there." As he curled into a fetal position under his desk, the plane tore into the side of the building and exploded. Miraculously, Stanley was unhurt. However, he could see a flaming wing of the plane in the doorway of his department. He knew he needed to get out of his office and the building fast. But, he was trapped under debris up to his shoulders. "Lord, you take control, this is your problem now," he recalled praying. "I don't know where I got this power from, but the good Lord, He gave me so much power and strength in my body that I was able to shake everything off. I felt like I was the strongest man alive." All the while, Stanley was asking to the Lord to spare his life. "I'm crying and I'm praying, 'Lord, I have things to do..., I want to see my family, Lord, help me through.' "
Stanley's office resembled a battle zone--walls flattened into dusty heaps, office equipment strewn violently, flames flickering about and rubble everywhere. "Everything I'm trying to climb on [to get out] is collapsing and I'm going down," he said. "I'm getting cuts and bruises, but I'm saying, 'Lord, I have to go home to my loved ones, I have to make it, You have to help me.' "
Suddenly Stanley saw the light of a flashlight. For a moment, it stunned him. "What were the chances of someone bringing a flashlight to this floor?," he thought. "My first gut reaction was, 'This is my guardian angel--my Lord sent somebody to save me!' " Stanley began screaming, "I see the light, I see the light." But after clawing his way through the debris, he realized that he couldn't get out--all the exits were blocked and his "guardian angel" couldn't get to him--a wall was between him and the staircase. "He can't get to me and I can't get to him, and by this time I can't breathe," Stanley said. "I don't know if it was sulfur or what [burning jet fuel, perhaps], but I can smell this thing. I got down on my knees and said, "Lord, you've got to help me. You've brought me this far, help me to get to the staircase." But then Stanley did something surprising. While praying on his knees, Stanley called out to the man behind the wall, "There's one thing I got to know, do you know Jesus?" The man replied he went to church every Sunday. Then they prayed together to enable them to break through the wall. "I got up, and I felt as if a power came over me," said Stanley. "I felt goose bumps all over my body and I'm trembling, and I said to the wall, 'You're going to be no match for me and my Lord.' " Moments later, he punched his way through the wall and, with the help of the man on the other side, was able to squirm his way through the hole in the wall. "The guy held me and embraced me and he gave me a kiss and he said, 'From today, you're my brother for life.' " But the danger wasn't over. The man on the other side of the wall, who introduced himself as Brian, was an older gentleman and they still had 81 floors to walk down, with the building on fire and, unknown to them, in danger of collapse. "We hobbled our way down, and at every floor we stopped to see if anybody was there, but nobody was..., but a man was on the floor, and his back was gone, and he was covered in blood."
Stanley asked to be allowed to carry the man
out, but a security guard told him it would be better to send somebody up. When they finally made it down to the concourse, only firefighters were there. "They were saying, 'Run! Run! Run!', they were telling us to run out, but they were not concerned about themselves," he said.
Stanley and Brian would have ran from the
building, but now the concourse was surrounded with fire. Wetting themselves under the building's sprinkler system, they held hands and ran through the flames to safety to Trinity Church about two blocks away. "I wanted to go to the church to thank God," Stanley explained, "As soon as I held onto the gate of that church, the building [World Trade Center Tower Two] collapsed."
Stanley and Brian made their way safely out of the danger area. Before they parted, Stanley gave his business card to Brian in hopes of contact at a later time, and said, "If I don't see you, I'll see you in heaven."
Cut and bloodied, with clothes tattered and
wearing a borrowed shirt, Stanley finally made it home hours later to his wife Jennifer and his two girls, Stephanie (age 8) and Caitlin (age 4). "I held my wife and my two children and we cried," said Stanley. After thanking God for sparing his life, Stanley told God whatever he did, it will always be for His glory. "I'm so sore, but every waking moment, I say 'Lord, had you not been in control, I would not have made it.' "For some divine reason, I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the good Lord's mighty hand turned the plane a fraction from where I was standing," said Stanley. "Because when it crash-landed, it was just 20 feet from me. I don't care who would rationalize--what people would say now or years from now, but I know it was the handiwork of the Lord that turned that plane. My Lord Jesus is bigger than the Trade Center and His finger can push a plane aside!"
--Dan Van Veen
Good morning folks......
Here's another praise report...
I had forwarded a request from one of my precious friend Samantha...... asking prayers for her husband....He has been discharged.....Praise God...
Love you all..
Rose
MY HUSBAND CAME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL -----I PRAISE GOD FOR ALL THE PRAYERS YOU AND THE OTHERS BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN CHRIST HAVE PRAYED FOR HIM---KEEP HIM IN YOUR PRAYERS-----HOPE YOU AND YOURS ARE WELL ------GOD IS SO GOOD TO US ALL-------PRAYERS, SAMANTHA
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