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I would like to tell you how God healed me of epilepsy.
The first epileptic fit occurred when I was eleven years old. The next
seizure
came about three years later. The doctor was not sure that it was
epilepsy,
so he did not subscribe any pills to me. Many years later, when I was
at
university, I again had seizures and my parents took me to a specialist
who
subscribed anti-epileptic medication. From then on I had to take three
capsules
per day. When I forgot to take the medication, I had seizures.
During December of 1998, I thought about the word of God in Isaiah 53:
He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our
iniquities,
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are
healed.
I realized that since God brought the world into existence by His word,
that
His word must therefore be most trustworthy. If God said that He healed
me,
it must be so. From that moment I decided to believe that I was healed,
that
I did not have epilepsy anymore. I stopped taking the medication but
did
not throw it away.
It was a few days later that I believed completely and disposed of the
capsules.
All fear of ever having a seizure again had disappeared. Whenever doubt
would
arise I would only hold onto what God had said.
http://www.godswork.org/testimony91.htm
Epileptics
usually experience
an "aura"---a warning signal---just prior to the approaching
convulsion.
Mine always occurred in my left hand. If I could grasp my left hand
tightly,
or awaken my brother in time to grasp it for me, the oncoming seizure
subsided.
Seldom were we able to grasp the hand before the "fit" arrived and I
was
thrown into a hell's torment. Yes, it was just that---a hell's torment.
During
the course of each convulsion, I was conscious enough to know that the
world
I had been projected into was as weird as the "5th Dimension"One
evening,
at about eleven or twelve years of age, after having gone to bed, I
felt
a seizure approaching. I immediately began praying aloud and very
fervently.
I do not recall of ever praying as fervently as I did that night. I had
accepted
Jesus as my Lord and Savior a few months earlier. I begged the Lord to
"take
away the fits and I will serve you all of my life." This was my
covenant
with the Lord. Now note what happened.
I began trembling uncontrollably, and without the usual symptoms of an
impending
"fit." It was entirely different. I continued to pour out my heart to
God,
speaking words and uttering a vocabulary that only a Kentucky hillbilly
youngster
would use. I don't recall how long I prayed, but finally the trembling
ceased
and I settled down for a restful sleep, confident that my God had heard
the
cry and felt the heartstrings of one of His little ones. You might be
wondering
what happened during that strange excursion. Let me put it like this:
The evil power that plagued me was making his exit!That was many years
ago.
Since that unforgettable night, I have not had the slightest symptom of
a
convulsion! Was I supernaturally and instantaneously healed by the Lord
Himself?
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! You see, we seem to want to restrict
the
Lord's ability to heal supernaturally and instantaneously. He healed
me!
I'm a living witness.
http://www.mindspring.com/~renewal/Battle.html
After my mother
had died,
and life returned to what could be considered normal, I reaped the
fruit
of my maternal grandfather's immersion into voodoo. After nine years of
suffering
with "daydreaming spells" and "fainting spells," I was finally
diagnosed
as idiopathic epileptic: Epilepsy with no known cause. My seizures
began
happening more frequently, and they were no longer absence
seizures...they
were generalized seizures, seizures where you collapse and
convulse.Throughout
college, my seizures got progressively worse. Their frequency
increased.
My medication was upped and upped until I was toxic; I looked off
balance
all of the time.
Finally, I told Stephen that if I attended one more mass, I would turn
into
a pillar of salt, very bored salt. He said to me, "Come with me to my
church,
Valerie, it's a Charismatic Catholic church."
As I knelt in the front of that church, Stephen beside me, routinely
going
through his prayers, the others around me shouting and jumping pews, I
was
all alone with God. I felt like I was trespassing in the courtyard of
the
King. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. I felt like I wanted to hide. I
imagine
I felt kind of like Adam felt when he hid from God in Eden, after
having
found out how sin separated one from God.
I began to sob. Great, loud, embarrassing sobs that almost rivaled the
shouts
of joy that surrounded me. The mass was beginning, but I was still in
the
courtyard of the King, and now, it seemed like I was directly in front
of
Him, at His feet. I was aware, for the first time, of the holiness of
God.
I was aware, for the first time, that I'd been duped by a counterfeit
Jesus.
I was aware that I had sinned so profoundly, I had no right to be
forgiven.
It wasn't owed me. I knew my destiny. I knew where I stood with God.
And I realized, I needed to ask forgiveness.
Halfway into the mass, still alone with God, I inwardly heard His voice
for
the first time. Clearly, unmistakably, He said, "You change now, or you
will
stand condemned."
Still sobbing a half hour into the mass, I choked on my confession,
"Jesus,
I am so sorry!" I repeated it over and over, knowing that my sins were
so
many, I could never list them all. All I knew was that, by my actions,
I
had separated myself from God for 20 years. Finally, I asked Him,
"Please,
Lord, forgive me!" and I meant it!
I didn't know what it was called, but I was born again on that day in
1988.
I became a Super Catholic myself, since I was saved in a Catholic
Church.
After a year of being there and reading the Bible through and through,
I
found that I yearned for a church that taught only the Bible, and not
the
Bible and tradition, or anything else. We searched for, and found, a
full
gospel church. Stephen and I got married in 1989. In 1990, Stephen was
born
again, while attending my deliverance from the guides that were still
sticking
around trying to regain lost ground. God did so much -- fixed so much
--
in my life!
My seizures, which had been occurring non-stop since 5 years old, came
to
an abrupt stop in 1990 at my deliverance. God gave me a respite -- He
drove
out the demons that exacerbated my epilepsy, and I stopped my
medication
cold turkey. I had no seizures for 4 years. After 4 years, He allowed
the
natural pattern of seizures to restart. My faith had grown so that
having
the seizures would not cause me to get shipwrecked with doubt and
disbelief;
I had to trust God, who certainly knew what He was doing. Now, any
physical
ailments I have, and I have a couple chronic thorns in the flesh, I
know
He is allowing for a purpose.
http://www.jesus-is-lord.com/valerie.htm
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