My Story

[worshipleader2b]

Thanks for taking the time to read this – it’s long (over 4,500 words!! - so it's split into 3 different posts) but I hope you’ll be really blessed by it. I’ve tried to make the not-too-important bits as short as possible, but put more detail into the bits which I think are important. Also, just to warn you, it’s a little raw, but I didn’t want to hide behind the facts, I wanted to tell you exactly how amazing God is by freeing me from these things.

I was raised in a Christian family, going to church every week, and I couldn’t have asked for a better upbringing. We’ve moved only twice in my lifetime, and I haven’t had to change schools because of relocation or anything. However, when I was seven, I discovered masturbation [although they were dry [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse], as I hadn’t entered puberty]. As a child, I used to worry about little things a lot, especially my progress in school. Most of my dry [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] were simply for pleasure, or to relieve stress or tension – I also used to help ease my worries by masturbating over them. However, as I grew older, I seemed to be affected by seeing images of men, nothing pornographic, but say, as dancers in music videos, and I used to touch over those images. It eventually dawned on me that I was attracted to these guys, and then when I was about 10 I saw a music video which really affected me – I’m not going to tell you what it was because I don’t want you to watch it – it affected me because of the male dancers in it; and I must have masturbated over it a hundred times or so. When we got the internet, I would be longing for more, but I didn’t really know what to type into google, so ended up looking at some really hardcore and extreme pornography. I was freaked out by what I was seeing, so I stopped looking, but was regularly masturbating, especially at night. What I was masturbating over steadily grew more heavily onto sexual thoughts and images, rather than relieving stress/worries or simply for pleasure. For a few years in my childhood, I was positive I was meant to be a woman, and seriously thought about having a sex change; I got on better with girls than boys, didn’t really like any ‘boy’ sports, envied the closeness that girls have with each other, and oh yeh, I fancied guys.

When I was 12, one of my friends told me a good way to access pictures on the internet of women who weren’t wearing much, but it wasn’t pornography. I was fascinated by this, and wanted to try it at home [but obviously over men]. These kinds of images were just what I wanted to see, but sadly my desires grew and grew, and you could find me masturbating daily to these kinds of images, or worse ones. Within a year I was looking at hardcore gay porn.

The fact I was addicted to porn, and I was gay didn’t really affect me. I would say I was straight when people asked me. However, I really didn’t want to be gay when I was older, because I knew it said in Leviticus 18:22 that ‘no man should lie with another man as he does with a woman; God hates this’, so I really didn’t know what to do. However, I didn’t let it affect me and just hoped it would work out. There were some cute guys in my form, and I used to have real fantasies over them, I wanted them so much...just like a boy wants a girl, how he wants to touch her, how he wants to kiss her, be with her, I wanted all of those with guys. I also thought I was meant to be gay, simply because I’m quite camp, to be perfectly honest. I felt nothing for girls, nothing at all. I treated them more like friends, nothing more, there was no physical attraction, whilst all my friends were eyeing girls up, I’d be eyeing up the guys. I’d check out the guys at a place before I checked the girls out, basically.

However, believe it or not, I didn’t realise that what I was doing was wrong – I obviously knew gay sex was not allowed, but I didn’t see the problem with masturbation; to be perfectly honest I had no idea that what I was doing when I was younger [dry [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]] was wrong - I thought they were something that I’d invented or something, because no-one had ever mentioned anything about them – but then, at the age of 7, who would?! I also had no idea that pornography was wrong. Despite the feeling of very mild depression/slight mental pain after I masturbated to homosexual porn which started early 2005, I just continued as normal. I went to New Wine in the summer of 2005 [a Christian conference], and in my group, the topic was freedom. One guy who was speaking said he’d seen people being healed/set free from homosexuality or lesbianism, and then it clicked to me that what I was doing was wrong. Having received a picture from God that evening about chains having fallen off me, I vowed to unsubscribe from all those dirty porn websites, and become pure and clean for Him, as he’d dropped the chains from me. When I got home, I had a ‘goodbye to porn’ session. After that, my freedom lasted for...well, not very long. I didn’t really have the determination and strength to say no to the devil’s tempting, so I fell relatively soon after. However, I had reduced my ‘falling’ to only at weekends, which was much better than before, but eventually I lost my grip on that, and I was turning back to my old ways. The day I signed up for a porn website again, having deleted all contact a month or two earlier, was the day God pulled me back into line, back into fighting for purity.

God showed me to an online course on settingcaptivesfree.com, called ‘The Door of Hope’. This is a 60-day course which showed men and women who were struggling with same-sex attractions to find freedom through the grace of Jesus Christ. I was optimistic about this, and faithfully did a lesson each day, learning more about how the grace of Jesus was stronger than the grip of sin. I found someone from CF who was also doing the DoH course, and we kept each other accountable. However, I never really experienced freedom through that course, despite having a few good runs of abstinence throughout, my best being about 15 days I think [particularly good for me, I’d have masturbated 15 times before New Wine 2005, and probably 5 or so times during my 2 month spell before finding this course, once I knew about freedom]. I graduated the course, but eventually let my guard down more and more; despite knowing so much more about strategies to flee from temptation, my desires to feed myself with porn and masturbation were greater. One allusion that was used was that freedom was drinking Jesus’ Living Water, whilst being trapped in pornography was like drinking sewage water, and frequently I would say to myself ‘I want that sewage water!!’. Frequently, I would drink that sewage water.

Don’t get me wrong – I think the DoH course is brilliant, and there are so many testimonies on their website [they deal with many addictions, including over-eating, smoking, drinking, drugs etc], and I think if I had followed all of the steps they suggested it’d have probably been a different situation.

Even though I had a few good runs [one of them 22 days during Feb 2006, a month or two before I turned 15], I knew I hadn’t experienced the freedom I so badly longed for. How I wanted to be normal, how I wanted to fancy girls, how I hated looking at porn on the internet – I wanted all of this out of my life. When I turned 15, I made a promise to myself that this was it, I’m 15 now, it’s got to stop. We [as a family] went to Jamaica in April, which was when my birthday is, so I didn’t have any access to pornography, which really helped. However, I was extremely tempted, and many times came very close to masturbating, but never did. However, I was lusting an awful lot, and sure enough, it only took a few days once we got home, for me to fall to pornography. Even though I had managed another 22 days, I knew it wasn’t a real 22 day abstinence quest.

After that things started to slip, and I barely managed anything more than a few days. I hated living like that, I had completely and utterly lost all the willpower and determination that I had previously had, it was awful.

Everyone at church thought I was a really humble, well-behaved, polite guy who was a real role-model for the younger members of the congregation etc, when in fact I was living a double life, and it was this other life that I hated.

I was going away to 2 Christian conferences/camps in July/August and vowed to ‘get stuff sorted out there’ – I couldn’t go on living the way I was. The pornography addiction was starting to control me more and more...it stopped me doing other stuff I should have been doing, because I just wanted more and more. Also, I go to an all boys school, and you might not know this, but when teenage guys get bored they tend to do stuff which you might think is weird...in the gay realm, despite them being straight. So yer, what happened at school just added to my sexual frustration and temptation. The porn addiction had such a strong grip on me that I fell the night before I left to the Christian conference, despite having packed that evening and being really excited about spending time with God and learning more about Him...

At New Wine, the first of these Christian camps/conferences, I worked with five year olds – a group called Groundbreakers – for the first week [the parents would go off to the Big Top, where they’d have worship/ministry/teaching, so they needed ‘child care’ – which was what we provided]. There were two ‘teams’ in our group, the over 17 workers, and the under 17 workers. For us under 17 workers, there were 2 youth pastors, called Tony and Sophie. They were there in case we had any worries/struggles – after all, we are teenagers. The thought of telling Tony about all my struggles never really crossed my mind at first, but then the idea of telling Tony about another of my problems – how I’d been finding it hard to ‘get stuff from God’, especially during prayer times, my mind would stay blank and empty and I wouldn’t receive the words/pictures I just longed for; nothing specific, I just wanted a deeper relationship with Him – appealed to me, so I arranged to meet up with him. Looking back, this problem wasn’t entirely true, God had been sending me lots of stuff, but particularly one vision which kept reoccurring, and I had varied ideas as to what it meant. It was basically a blue filled circle getting bigger and bigger, but then a green filled circle would surround it and swallow it up, but to get rid of the blue the green had to go with it – go away. This kept on happening, and it finally occurred to me it was the message of the cross. God [green] would smother up what ever the devil [blue] would chuck at me, but God had to go with it, ie Jesus had to die to sin.

He gave me hope and encouragement on that issue, and said it was vital that I kept praying regularly, and reading my Bible, and how ‘getting stuff from God’ was no indication on holiness, and definitely not a reward. He then asked if I had any other questions. Tony was getting married in the next few weeks, so I asked him about the Christian rules of sex before marriage. He explained what he and his wife-to-be were doing, but then somehow, in passing, mentioned masturbation. And when he did, I was so surprised. I knew that people at my school did it, and I knew of a few Christians I had met online did it, but I never thought Christian guys who were working with children did it! Still a little shocked, I told him I struggled with it too, but nothing more. When we had to go to get some food, he said he’d be willing to meet up with me again, and I really wanted this. I spent the rest of the day [Wednesday] on cloud nine, I was so happy to have let some of my struggles out. The next day I arranged to meet up with him again, and was really looking forward to it.

We met up again on Friday, and we basically talked more about the masturbation issue. He told me that every guy struggles with it, even Christian ones – after all, we’re all made the same. We went through the typical ways of fleeing temptation, but then we were cut short because one of Tony’s friends came over and what he thought was just a ‘Hi!’ turned out to be a really long talk about this guy wanting to work at New Wine for the second week [it was towards the end of the first week]. Tony finally broke him off after what felt like ages, but I just knew he could have gone on and on talking. I thanked him for everything, because there was a chance we weren’t going to meet up again – and I had bought him and his wife-to-be a wedding card and stuff.

For the second week of New Wine, I just went to my group as a normal 15 year old would if s/he didn’t work on a team. Tony was also on site, as he was still a youth pastor for the week B Groundbreakers under 17 workers, so I knew that if I had anything important to ask him about, I could go and see him still. On the first night in my group, after the worship and the teaching, they were inviting people up for prayer who had never really felt God’s presence in them...and I was up there before the guy had finished saying it! I felt encouraged by this, and had high hopes for the rest of the week.


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[worshipleader2b]

The next evening, the talk was about fully taking up your cross and living for Him, no more picking and choosing the easy bits in Christianity and ignoring the bits you don’t wanna do. I was really touched by this, and went up for prayer, and one of the guys who was praying for me said that he felt God was saying that I could start again, a clean slate, if I opened up my heart. I was trying to be open for God, and then I started shaking, and this shaking grew until I fell down, but it was more due to the fact that I tend to [naturally] lose my balance a bit when I’m being prayed for, but it still encouraged me, especially as I’d never fallen down before.

Feeling really encouraged by this, I texted Tony that evening, and he replied the next morning with really encouraging words and seemed to be really happy for me, and told me I could meet up with him if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to meet up with him, but there wasn’t much point just telling him about what had happened. However, since our meeting on Friday, I had been wondering about whether to tell Tony about my struggles with pornography and homosexuality. My main reasons for thinking I shouldn’t were that I had never told anyone face to face before....why should I start now? I also thought that Tony might think of me as a pervert, just like one of the many opinions I had of myself. Masturbation was one thing – everyone struggled with it, but porn and homosexual feelings? You never know, he might even feel uncomfortable sitting next to me if he knew I fancied guys. However, I knew that sin’s power was reduced in the light, so I found the courage and texted him saying that I’d like to meet up, not only to tell him about what happened last night, but that I had some ‘kinda personal things’ to tell him... I was quite nervous, and because I didn’t think I could tell him face to face, I slipped a pen and a bit of paper into my back pocket before I went to meet him. When we finally met up [my appalling sense of direction meant I was late] he asked me how I was doing, about Monday night – I asked him about Groundbreakers....general chit-chat, until I finally said ‘Do you think it’s best to tell someone about all your struggles’. He said yeh it was, so I told him I had something to tell him, and scribbled down ‘porn’ on a little bit of paper, and gave it to him. However, he read it upside down, and apparently ‘porn’ upside down looks like ‘wed’. After this little confusion, he realised what I had written, but before he could say much about it, I told him I had something else to tell him. I wrote the four words ‘I think I’m gay’ on another bit of paper, and held my hand out to give it to him. But as he came to get it I held onto it I tugged back at it for a few seconds, almost as if the devil inside me was saying ‘Don’t let go!’, but eventually I let go and let Tony read it. One reaction I was dreading was ‘Yeh, I guessed’, but thankfully he didn’t say anything like that. He asked a few more questions, and I told him about the stuff I looked at on the internet, and how going to an all boy’s school made it worse. However, despite me polluting his mind with what bored teenage guys get up to, he showed me a massive sense of grace, love, compassion and acceptance for this gay guy sitting next to him. He asked me what I felt about myself, and I was brutally honest. ‘It makes me feel weird, and like a pervert. When I lie in bed at night, having fallen in the day, I just hate myself, I feel disgusted at what I’ve done’. Tony told me to basically get a grip [but in a nicer way!] – he told me to not think of myself like that, I’m precious and special to Him, I’m fearfully and wonderfully made by Him. He told me that a lot of guys feel uncertain about their sexuality, especially as hormones kick in during the teenage years. Sadly though – as I expected – Tony had never experienced a struggle in a young man’s life like mine before, so couldn’t definitely tell me I’d be set free or anything, but he gave me hope. Time was running low so we had to end things, not having covered everything I wanted to. He told me there was a seminar about homosexuality, and he said I should go to it, and he was happy to go with me.

He texted me with the time/location of the seminar, and because I had been so touched by the response he had given me, I just couldn’t wait to spend more time with him. Now, don’t get me wrong here, I didn’t feel anything sexual for Tony – that would be too disgusting, even for me! – but because Tony had touched me in an emotional way, I felt so much better about myself and stuff, and wanted to hear more from him. Little did I realise the kind words he were saying were from God...

I kind of wasted the last half week of New Wine B, mainly because I was so desperate to see Tony. When I was walking around the campsite I would be desperate to meet Tony, just to walk past him – I did once, and shouted ‘hey!’ and he asked me how I was, and I said ‘yeh I’m good thanks’ – just even little moments like that made me feel so much happier about myself.

I woke up on Saturday morning [seminar day] feeling awful, don’t ask why, and didn’t go to anything in the morning like I normally did, but was really looking forward to meeting Tony. Finally the time came and I went down to information, which is where we’d agreed to meet, and we met up, and went off to the seminar. About halfway through it, Tony had written ‘Are you ok?’ on a text message on his phone, and showed it to me. I nodded, but then he expanded saying how he didn’t want me to feel convicted or anything, he just wanted me to hear the speaker’s opinion, because John Wright, who was doing the seminar, was mainly talking about accepting homosexuals in the church, and talking about how homosexual acts were wrong etc – no hope of being set free. I told Tony this, but he told me to be patient and see where the guy went, but Tony thought I could be set free. Towards the end of the seminar John Wright spent no more than 30 seconds on whether you could be set free from homosexuality, his opinion was you might be able to, he didn’t know, the point of his seminar was to say that there is no place for homophobia in the church, which is of course true. After the seminar Tony bought us ice-creams (J) and we found a quiet spot in a field. I explained more to him about my ‘history’ with homosexuality, and he said it was common for guys my age to be battling with their sexuality, but bang went that theory when I said I’d been struggling with these attractions for c. 5 years. He proceeded to ask my some questions about who my role models were, and other interesting things. Unfortunately time ran out on us again, but he said we would meet up at Soul Survivor to continue this. I thanked him for taking me to the seminar, and I went back to the campsite, and found a random seminar which was on at the same time as the homosexuality, and bluffed that I’d been to that – there was no way I was telling anyone what I’d been doing for the past couple of hours.

The next day, when everyone was packing up tents, I passed Tony in his car when I was going to get a paper, and he called out to me, in the friendly way he talked...I was so happy I’d seen him again despite the fact we were going to meet up again sometime in the next week....but he spoke to me as if I was precious and special, not like the weird perverted homosexual that I thought I was.

When I got home from New Wine, I installed a filter on my computer, and then before I knew it I was back in the car again, off to Soul Survivor. Soul Survivor is renound for being very powerful, and having heard endless stories from others in my youth group about it, I couldn’t wait to be touched by God in a way I never had before. The first evening there was amazing, not to mention the fact we were in one massive marquee, all 11,000 of us – 11,000 teenagers, 90% of them Christians. By the end of the week, the other 10% had become Christians. Loads of people [sadly not me] were touched by God on the first night, and Mike Pilavachi, the leader of all things Soul Survivor based, said that this was just the start of what God was going to do that week. We [the guys from our youth group] finally went into our tent at about 1am ish, and after some talking I texted Tony to essentially say ‘When can we meet up?’ He replied the next day, basically saying ‘Someone’s eager! – let me get settled in a bit then I’ll let you know!’

Soul Survivor was really amazing, I learnt so much, and felt God in a new way, which was brilliant – it seemed to me as if I spent more time on the floor than standing up in the big top. I met up with Tony on the penultimate day, and we chatted for about half an hour, but for some reason I just couldn’t see any direction to the chat, probably because I had spent the last week wanting to meet him more than God. We were talking about how life would be when I got home...who I would confess everything to etc, when he asked me if I had thought about going to the chat room that Soul Survivor offered – where you could go to talk over your worries with someone; as I found, it’s a lot easier to tell them to someone who you don’t know and don’t have to see again. He recommended it to me, and he took me there, and I thanked him for everything, and then poured out my heart to this guy called Clive. He was great, and when I’d finished he prayed with me. He prayed for freedom in my three areas, and for people to talk to about it back home, and in reference to the vision of blue/green which I mentioned earlier, it cropped up again. The blue forces were getting scarily big, but then my mind was just completely covered in green. Completely covered with God. Only God. Just God. I knew, I was positive, that I was set free from everything. I cried my eyes out – and that was unusual, because although I cried a lot when I was younger I rarely cried nowadays. The one verse that God had given someone who was praying for me in the Big Top, and that Clive also found for me, was from Galatians 5v1...

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. [NIV]

Clive was telling me how I was fearfully and wonderfully made, how I was unique – no-one else is made the same as me, no-one else has the same purpose as I do, and I left the chat room after I’d recovered a bit from the tears because I knew if I stayed any longer I’d just start crying again. A slow walk took me back to our camp, and the couple who took our youth group asked me how it had been [I had to tell them I was meeting up with this guy called Tony], and I said ‘Probably the best hour of my life’.

I couldn’t believe it, I was free.

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[worshipleader2b]

When I got home, I counted up the number of days since I had last fallen, which was 26, comfortably beating any previous records. The count just kept increasing, and I decided my youth leader – also Clive, incidentally – was the right person to tell, and I told him when I was 40 days free from everything, and it was great to tell him about my freedom, and he had wise words for me.

(As you could probably tell, I had become too attached to Tony - mainly because he provided me with the key to unlock the door to freedom. Since my freedom experience, God has really helped me see that whilst I won't be able to meet up with Tony throughout the year, God is always there to meet with me, and the love He showed me thru Tony is just one glimpse of what He can do. God brought Tony into my life for a reason, and Tony fulfilled that purpose, and so he was withdrawn - I praise the Lord for him and his new wife, and thank Him for them.)

Freedom is unmatchable and unrivalled. When I was set free, it was the best moment of my life, and it’ll take some beating to find a better moment in my years to come.

Today – Friday 8th September – is day 50 of freedom from masturbation, pornography and homosexuality.

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God bless you for reading this, I know it’s been long, but I hope it’s been rewarding!!

 

[Ketsagirl]

When I got home, I counted up the number of days since I had last fallen, which was 26, comfortably beating any previous records. The count just kept increasing, and I decided my youth leader – also Clive, incidentally – was the right person to tell, and I told him when I was 40 days free from everything, and it was great to tell him about my freedom, and he had wise words for me.

(As you could probably tell, I had become too attached to Tony - mainly because he provided me with the key to unlock the door to freedom. Since my freedom experience, God has really helped me see that whilst I won't be able to meet up with Tony throughout the year, God is always there to meet with me, and the love He showed me thru Tony is just one glimpse of what He can do. God brought Tony into my life for a reason, and Tony fulfilled that purpose, and so he was withdrawn - I praise the Lord for him and his new wife, and thank Him for them.)

Freedom is unmatchable and unrivalled. When I was set free, it was the best moment of my life, and it’ll take some beating to find a better moment in my years to come.

Today – Friday 8th September – is day 50 of freedom from masturbation, pornography and homosexuality.

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God bless you for reading this, I know it’s been long, but I hope it’s been rewarding!!

That is so awesome. I feel jealous because I have horrible OCD and I am scared God wont set me free, that maybe he wants me to live in this torture. Also my sister is gay and I pray for her freedom all the time. God bless you, you have an awesome testimony.

 

[aric714]

That is an awesome testimony and your so young. It was a very interesting story and I didn't want to stop reading (it was long that's for sure.) I was thinking that you would finally fall for Tony but thank God you didn't and he was able to lead you on the straight path you are on. Are you now attracted to girls?? How are things in that area?

 

[worshipleader2b]

That is an awesome testimony and your so young. It was a very interesting story and I didn't want to stop reading (it was long that's for sure.) I was thinking that you would finally fall for Tony but thank God you didn't and he was able to lead you on the straight path you are on. Are you now attracted to girls?? How are things in that area?

Personally, I don't really think I could have fallen for Tony, despite having done some pretty gross stuff before, I still had boundaries and morales - the reason I became so attached to him was because he touched me emotionally which I've never had before - but yes thank God that He led me onto the straight path!

Girls wise, my attractions are growing, but one thing that Tony told me was that as long as you are spending time with God - praying, reading your Bible, and trying your best to keep His commandments, then everything else [being attracted to girls etc] will just fall into place - I'm leaving it in His hands.

 

[worshipleader2b]

That is so awesome. I feel jealous because I have horrible OCD and I am scared God wont set me free, that maybe he wants me to live in this torture. Also my sister is gay and I pray for her freedom all the time. God bless you, you have an awesome testimony.

Hi, I would recommend [if you haven't already] going to find other people to pray for your release from OCD, I found that very powerful. However, we must remember that God's perfect will is to be obeyed here, and if He is going to set you free from OCD, He will, but in His own timing. God can make really bad situations really good for His glory.

As for your sister, is she a Christian or not?

 

[Caeroth]

worshipleader2b, what a wonderful and powerful testimony about the power of God's love and His will in our lives! Thank you, and may you continue to grow in faith and in purity. Bless you!

 

[VivDaGurl]

Praise be to God!!! No one on Earth could come out of such struggle if it's not for God had been there to help. Praise be to God for such a wonderful and encouraging testimony.

 

[Adventure]

Awesome story, dude. Thanks for sharing. Praise God for your victory!

 

[Aerdna]

That was long. Haha.

Awesome!

 

[The thinker]

Hey cool dude, I also went to New wine and Soul survivor this summer.

 

[worshipleader2b]

Hey cool dude, I also went to New wine and Soul survivor this summer.

Funky, which weeks?

 

[Gottservant]

Wow! I have struggled with such things myself. The lusts of the flesh can be so strong. Sometimes it is difficult to understand the reason we need to repent and try to keep going even one more time. But the Lord never gave up, isn't giving up and never will give up.

You will be interested to know that in my struggles, I actually discovered how to overcome lust with patience. God gifted me with patience as I struggled with lust and, as I became more patient when masturbating, I discovered that there is a real way to relieve tension by touching yourself that does not involve wasting seed. http://www.christianforums.com/t3072144-is-masturbation-a-sin.html covers the discussion of whether masturbation is sin and I mention what I discovered by about page three. It is the wasting seed that is the sin.

Basically, you touch without giving in to lust. As you do it that way, you learn to control your lust and when your body is balanced out, you urinate (you get an impulse to urinate). It feels natural and because you do not waste seed (sin) there is no guilt. Over time, you learn to control your lust with greater and greater strength!

Your story was long, but very well written and very interesting. Your dedication and perseverance will one day be a great asset, not only to yourself but to the body of Christ and others who have yet to know the Lord. Take heart, brother, the Lord will give you greater strength yet!

 

[saraharms1]

Hey Worshipleader2b

If you don't mind I'd like to share your testimony with a friend of mine who is struggleing with homosexuallity, pornography, and masturbation. She's a close friend of mine who I had the great blessing of bringing her to Christ. She was saved this past summer but she thinks that theres nothing wrong with any of it and I would just really like to share your testimony with her.

 

[worshipleader2b]

Hey Worshipleader2b

If you don't mind I'd like to share your testimony with a friend of mine who is struggleing with homosexuallity, pornography, and masturbation. She's a close friend of mine who I had the great blessing of bringing her to Christ. She was saved this past summer but she thinks that theres nothing wrong with any of it and I would just really like to share your testimony with her.

That's one of the reasons I posted it, go ahead

 

[saraharms1]

That's one of the reasons I posted it, go ahead

Okay thanks

 

[Gottservant]

Oh, hey, by the way, God's blessed me with visions too. From my experience there is a progression. Blue should become pink like the love of Christ revealed, then black like the blackening of the sky at His death then bright yellow like the sun as Jesus is said to be in Revelation after His resurrection! Green should become like sunlight that you see through (faintly yellow), a joy. As you will notice the progression develops along the path Jesus took!

 

[mikewould]

Happy 75th Day!
75 Days of Freedom!
Wonderful!
Wonderful!
To God be the Glory
Amen.

 

[worshipleader2b]

I didn't make it 75 days on 1st October...

I think today it's 80 days though