Testimony Time

[Hobokinite]

CASPAR’S TESTIMONY
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ROCK STAR RAISED FROM THE DEAD!
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“He has no pulse!”

Those are not exactly the words you want to hear your doctor crying out. Not that I exactly heard them, as I had no pulse. I had been, moments before, worshipping God at a church service, sharing my gifts of music. Then, suddenly, I collapsed right in front of the altar. Dr. Teri Allen, my friend and personal physician, rushed over to my side as soon as I hit the floor. But, there was nothing she could do. At that point, there was nothing medical science could have done. My heart had stopped. It was too late to call 911. It was time to call on the name of Jesus!

The enemy made a big mistake. He tried to take me out at the wrong place. The people at Pleasant Valley Church knew how to boldly call on God! My pulse had been irregular all day. I was starting to believe Satan’s lies that I wasn’t healed the week before during their ministry program. At that moment my pulse was totally gone. The Head Pastor, Henry Wright, recognized exactly what was going on. He left his piano and started praying, casting out a spirit of death. At that instant, according to my doctor, my pulse jumped back so strong and healthy that it pushed her finger right off my wrist, This, she reported, had never happened to her before in all her years of medical practice and ER duties.

It is impossible to have no pulse and then suddenly have a normal health one. Pastor Anita Hill, who is a nurse, was checking the pulse on my other hand and had the same exact experience. As the Bible says, “Nothing is impossible with God.”

I ‘ve since learnt that moments before I lost consciousness, the praise band started hearing unearthly musicians accompanying them --an orchestra of angels playing cellos, violins and the like. God was definitely in the house that night!

Praise to my Lord, Jesus Christ. I thank him every day for my current good health, for allowing me to still be here to watch my children grow up, to be here with my wife, to have the knowledge of the Lord, the chance to ride my horses again and to make music and art unto the Him.

So, what brought me to the place where I needed to be raised from the dead?

Some years ago, I was involved with Broadway, playing the part of John Lennon in Beatlemania. That led to a recording and touring contract with Atlantic Records. Some might think I was fulfilling the American dream, but it was actually a very stressful time in my life. My mother back in England had died of cancer. My father was murdered shortly thereafter. Little did I know that it would take its toll on me some years later.

I did not have a good relationship with my earthly father. It had gotten even worse after my mother died. Having my name in lights didn’t please him. He was always critical of me. It took a long time to learn that my heavenly Father didn’t see me through those same, judgmental eyes. There were feelings of guilt and shame attached to his death that I couldn’t shake – even after becoming a Christian. All of this took a great toll on my heart.

In 1997 I was diagnosed with a so-called “incurable” disease. I had been saved as a believer in Christ since 1979 (thanks to my friend Phil Keaggy) and served on staff with a mainstream denomination for years, but, somehow, I had missed some very important information that every Christian should know. I did not know the spiritual roots of the heart disease that plagued my family line. The Bible talks about blessings and curses and that the sins of the Father being passed on to the third and fourth generations.

The cardiologist had put me on some very serious drugs. Some actually can cause sudden death, the very thing it is supposed to prevent. They also told me that I would have to give up riding. As I am as passionate about horses as I am about art and music, this was quite the blow.

Being a believer, I desperately ran after the Lord. In Dallas, a pastor friend of mine prophesied that the Lord would heal me and I would receive a miracle and live a long, healthy life. I studied not only what his Word said about healing, but sought out books and testimonies of how God is still healing today.

As believers, we are told that we will do even greater things. But, where are they being done? In the process of finding this out, I met one of the most Christ-like men I have ever met. When I first spoke to Pastor Henry Wright, he quickly discerned that I was probably a very sensitive person, an artist or musician. I nearly dropped the phone. He went on to say that “God’s perfect will is not to heal you. His perfect will is that you don’t get sick. He started asking me questions that no ever asked before. One question that shook me free to the road of recovery was: “After you got saved and asked Christ Jesus to be your Lord and Savior, and He washed you clean from all unrighteousness and forgave you of every sin in your life, how many sins did you then continue in? All I could think was OOPS!

He led me to proverbs 13:12 which says: “Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.” He showed me where fear had entered my life and how it affected my heart.

What was so refreshing about Pastor Wright was that instead of giving you his opinion, he gives you the Word of God. Thousands of people have been healed and set free because his ministry simply teaches the truth.

After years of seeking and knocking, the Lord led me to Pleasant Valley Church. I had always suspected that my heart problems were spiritually rooted. Now, I know for sure. And, today, I am still completely healed, making music, riding my horse and enjoying life.

 

[Lee]

PRAISE GOD!!! Your testimony is very encouraging to me. I know that God is alive in people's lives today. Thank you for sharing. Time from time, we all need to recognize that God is alive in us.

 

[TheRickster]

Backslid Missionary baptist boy gets delivered of alcoholism, sex and wild living.
Accepts Jesus as Lord this time (not just as Saviour) and surrenders to ministry, receives baptism of Holy Spirit and steps into ministry of only christian on 400 man navy ship OJT is the best! I have found my purpose with the youth... Let's gett'er done!

Merry Christmas Everyone!!! Let the Love shine through!!!

 

[SpiritPsalmist]

Yea. Merry Christmas to you too wof

 

[CJF]

My testimony about how I got saved is simple and hurmmorous, but I thank God for it.

I was seven years old and in the bathtub. I asked my mom how I could get to heaven, and she told me to accpet Jesus into my heart. When she went to get my pajama's I accepted Jesus into my heart. Like I said, simple and hummorous, but I thank God for it.

 

[SpiritPsalmist]

That's a wonderful testimony Darrions

 

[Montsecuellar90]

This is part of my testimony. It isn't really big because of my age and since I came to Christ a year ago. Thsi happened in March, But I remember that my dad was hospitilazed for about a week and he had a erally high fever and nobody knew what he had. My mom and I were really scared and we told the pastor and the congegation to pray for him and for his salvation since he isn't Christian. Well, I had to go home because I had school and he was still in the hospital so my mom stayed at night and came home at about noon everyday. Well he said that while we were gone a doctor and a nurse came in and told him that he had a brain tumor and that he needed to go up to Las Vegas to get treatment. Well when I got home from school, I called my mom at the hospital and asked her why she wasn't at home and she told me . I nearly fainted while holding the phone. Well I got onthe bus and went to the hospital and he looked like he was about to die. He was so pale I thought he had already lost weight. But, as it turns out the doctor he described didn't even work at the hospital and ther was no record of any report that had been given to him. I truly believe that it was God taht was trying to get him to realize that his life is in his hands. I mean I felt the presence of God in that hospital room like I had never felt it it felt strong.All I can say is that the Lord works in very mysterious ways
Montserrat Cuellar

 

[Montsecuellar90]

As for my testimony well, my mom started going to a spanish church and i was very mad because of it. I felt that she was rebelling our "catholic faith" well one of her friends from work invited me to go with her to the church she attended and even though I was a bit insecure of what might happen, but then I felt the presence of God, I felt his peace and the joy that you get when you feel it for the first time. I was happy. Then when I went to my mom's church I totally felt God like hard. We were praising him up in the alter and I could feel my legs about to buck. I couldn't stop crying. And when i got home, While I was wahing my hands in the bathroom, I felt his poresence again and just fell to the ground, because it was so strong. Since then I have been attending that little spanish church that has rapidly grown and all I can say is that God is great!!
God Bless

 

[crystalpc]

I just can't praise him enough! He has been so good to me. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerois several years ago, and in 1989 my left foot dropped. I had to wear a brace and use a cane, when I walked. The disease progressed to the point that in 1998 I had 2 heart attacks, when it attacked the 9th and 10th cranial nerves, and was sent home to die.It was rediagnosed to Progressive MS at that time.
I decided I would not die, I was too young to die, so I went back to school instead. Where I took classes in programming and design. Within a few months I was off of oxygen completely. And to my physicians surprise I did not die!
Last year we began studying scriptures on healing and going to healing school at Antioch House, my younger sister had been diagnosed with lung cancer, and I needed faith to pray for her. During this time I broke my ankle. I was told that I needed surgery, or it would take 4 months for it to heal. After talking to my family physician they decided that surgery was too risky and sent me home to mend.
I found the scripture in ISA 58 that one of the rewards of the faster was strong bones, so I confessed to everyone who would listen, and even to those who didn't want to listen (the doctors) who thought I was crazy. They argued with me.that "yes the mind can do a lot of things, but my ankle would take more time to heal because, of my disease. I told them it was not my mind that was going to heal me but my Lord!
Within 8 weeks the cast was off! That was a great miracle, but listen to what else happened. I began having problems with trigeminal neuralgia, the pain was so excruciating that the pain pills I was given had no effect at all. They placed me on a massive dosage of neurontin to no effect the pain felt like every tooth on the left side of my face had a toothache the pain radiated deep into my ear. I was miserable. My sister had been sent home to die, I couldn't get around without my electric scooter, brace on left foot, and cast on the right one.After taking the medications with no relief and losing sleep because of the pain. I told my husband we were going to take communion as soon as the medications cleared my body for healing.He agreed.
When I bent over to get the elements out of the cupboard my face throbbed. We examined ourselves, and took the communion. I was so surprised! I usually have to stand against pain like this for days, but It STOPPED IMMEDIATELY!! I have not taken medication for it since that time. nor has the pain come back in more than a year now.
That is not all! When the cast came off of my right ankle the brace came off of my left foot, I have not had to walk with a cane or a brace since that time! I have stopped all treatment. I do not even go to the neurologist anymore. Other problems that the ms caused, bladder, stomach, etc are completly healed, I no longer have to catheterize myself, the restrictions for glassee were even removed from my drivers license, because the optic nerve is no longer damaged! Praise God Praise God.
I returned to work after more than 15 years of diability, last fall. I work for an internet company as content provider and site developer. I work with all Christian people, and Praise God I can work at home, only going to the office for meetings, it is as if a dream! But isn't that what the God promised in the Psalm?
When I went to Church the first time without my scooter, the church went wild my pastor has told my testimony all over the world. He hugged me and rejoiced with me as I ran up and down the stairs of the podium.
Praise God he is Good all the time!
My family physician willl not say that I am healed, however, he does agree that something has happened, he intimated that it was my strong will power that has released me from the brace, cane and scooter. I asked him if it was will power alone, why did my eyes get better when the nerves had been severely scarred, which any specialist will tell you there is no hope of them ever getting any better in the natural? Why didn't that will power work when the foot first dropped, rather than taking 15 years? Why did will power wait until the muscles had wasted away in the foot and leg? Of course he said well your healed now, but he wouldn't say that God had healed the disease, it was only for now. Progressive ms does not heal for the now, it progressively gets worse, instead of better. That is what "Progressive" means.
Well anyways Praise God the proof is in the pudding. I can walk, I have not had one relapse since I was healed, and beside all of that Praise God Praise God. I have normal EKGS the heart doesn't even show that I ever had one heart attack much less two. Even the adult onset diabetes that I had to take medications for because of steroid treatments over the years has completely been healed I no longer take any medication for that, I have lost over 50 lbs of weight and feel better than I have in years. HE IS GOOD! He is Faithful. He is mighty..Praise Him..
Crystal.

 

[SpiritPsalmist]

crystalpc,

God is so AWESOME!!!!

 

[crystalpc]

crystalpc,

God is so AWESOME!!!!

He is! He is, and the most awesome thing about him is that He loves us so much. How can we ever say, or do enough for Him?

 

[MG]

I absolutely love hearing all of ya'lls testimonies!!!! My testimony is in this thread....I needed the Lord so much today and here I am with a confirmation!!! Yippeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Hubby and I just moved back to Alabama and are having a VERY hard time finding another Church. I am so homesick for my church family ya'll just don't know! Please pray for my family. I know God will never leave or forsake me, but I miss witnessing the movement of God in His people so much! Hence, the reason I am sitting here reading ya'lls testimonies! It fills me up and gives me MUCH MUCH needed joy!!!

Just to share a very small piece of my testimony, 2 years ago I had a BOTCHED surgery that brought me to the threshold of death. My husband and I were spankin brand new Christians (still on the bottle) and out of pure desperation, my husband called the teacher (the only man he knew) from his Men's Bible study to come pray over me for healing. After nearly 40 days (yes 40 days) I was annointed with oil and prayed over and in an INSTANT was restored FULLY! Glory to God!

 

[crystalpc]

Just to share a very small piece of my testimony, 2 years ago I had a BOTCHED surgery that brought me to the threshold of death. My husband and I were spankin brand new Christians (still on the bottle) and out of pure desperation, my husband called the teacher (the only man he knew) from his Men's Bible study to come pray over me for healing. After nearly 40 days (yes 40 days) I was annointed with oil and prayed over and in an INSTANT was restored FULLY! Glory to God!

God is good God is good He's good all the time! Glory to God!


All day long I've been with Jesus
it has been a wonderful day.
I have climbed up one step higher
in that good old fashioned way.
I have spoken words of kindness,
Lord if I have done anything wrong
I'll go and make it right
So I can testify tonight
I've been with Jesus all day long
We use to sing this every testimony night when I was a kid.

 

[mrversatile48]

I must go to bed, (having done @ 20 posts on my first day here, so I thank you for the best Christian forum I have found, by far), but there is a whole thread on my testimony at:-

http://www/faithforum.myforums.net - (where I did 212 posts out of @ 1800 total there now)

I'm sure that their testimonies board is now near the top of their homepage

'Night all: don't have nightmares now!

 

[crystalpc]

I must go to bed, (having done @ 20 posts on my first day here, so I thank you for the best Christian forum I have found, by far), but there is a whole thread on my testimony at:-

http://www/faithforum.myforums.net - (where I did 212 posts out of @ 1800 total there now)

I'm sure that their testimonies board is now near the top of their homepage

'Night all: don't have nightmares now!

I never have nightmares, but welcome to the group. The link though is not working, and I would love to read your testimony.
Praise be to God I am glad I found this forum too.

 

[Whoppers]

I was raised in a family that went to church every Sunday, not a Christian family, just a family that went to church every Sunday to be seen their and to get comfortable in some padded pews for an hour a week. Well I had no respect for God back then because I never heard the message their, it wasn't the most lively church ever, so I would many times go to church lock-ins and sit their listening to the worst music imaginable and cursing their and leading the youth their into some bad stuff. I worked at a paintball shop as a ref for about a year and the people their were horrible, cursing, drinking, doing alot of wrong stuff, and eventually they got me into it. I would go down their every Saturday and work, one Thursday night though one of my friends invited me to a weekend revival at his church, well I wasnt always the most popular kid in school and he was pretty cool and popular and so were the rest of the kids he invited so I went expecting to be accepted into the cool crowd. Well I end up going and in the middle of worship as I'm sitting in my pew doing absoultely nothing I feel something move me to go up to the altar, so I end up giving my life to Jesus right their and go back to my pew with tears pouring down my face. I later found out that I wasn't even supposed to go but one of the other guys going backed out so I know God had to be moving their to lead me to Him! Well my best friend worked with me at the paintball place and I had to give him up, it was hard giving up my passion of paintball and also my best friend, but praise God b/c He's given me so much more!!!!!

 

[mrversatile48]

The class clown once called me, "the permanent nervous breakdown"

It would take my Gareth Gates-style stutter 3 whole breaths to say yes to the register, & my name came first, so you can understand mid-teen impatience, yes?

The stutter came on at age 10, in 1958, thru hearing about bigger & bigger bombs, worse & worse violent crime

We had moved to 1 of the 3 roughest estates in Wirral, Merseyside, at the height of the Teddy Boy gang war era, in 1955: lads were carrying axes, chains & knives, & throwing bricks from building sites

Once, when my mum sent me next door, 1 stone-throwing gang chased another down our street, & I had to go round the block to get home safe

My answer was to join the champion martial arts club, between those rough estates of Woodchurch, Ford & Noctorum - it was demolished to make way for the Mid-Wirral motorway, & instructors, if living, would be in 70s/80s

No names, no pack drill, but it was illegal, in those days, to teach karate to us under-14s, but we agreed with the leaders that we came to learn to fight, & it would look bad on the club if we got beaten up

In free practice "randori", I would always make a beeline for the black belts: by Japanese etiquette, bowing to them made them take me on, so I learnt as fast & well as I could, making the team & remaining undefeated in the 3 years of tournament competition before I got saved & felt I had to quit

Besides, neither judo, aikido or karate can stop a bomb or a missile, & in the 45 years since I began martial arts, I have never had to use it on a human being: (3 big dogs leapt at me at once, & I flattened them all with 1 roundhouse kick, giving them, & their previously laughing owners, the right to remain stunned as I casually walked off, having the last laugh!)

Understandably, I went thru 2/3 years of thinking I was too bad to even talk to God

What brought me to Christ was a message on the Bible verse, "Whosoever will may be saved" - (or "whoever wants to can be saved")

I still stuttered, but an elder of the church where I was saved was deeply touched that I would still get to my feet & deliver whatever message the Lord gave me

He told my parents he could see the hand of God on my life, & sent me to a speech therapist, who was really a drama teacher, & taught me voice projection, which stood me in good stead for stage work with Barry Crompton's gospel band "Harbinger" & prison ministry band "The Beacons", multimedia drama troupe "Roundabout Releases" & much precinct preaching & singing, & @ 40+ local radio phone-ins down the years: (@ 35 with Roger Phillips on BBC Radio Merseyside, from 1983/99 - must try again!)

But what cured my fear & healed my stutter was coming to read & understand Matthew 24 - realising that the awful things happening do not mean that God is dead, uncaring or helpless, but mean that Jesus is coming soon, to sort this evil world out for good, that I have a great future!

As I testified on BBC Radio Lancashire lunchtime phone-in on alternative therapies, @ June/July 2001 - (highlights repeated whenever they asked others to call) - God has also healed me, miraculously at different times, from chronic asthma/bronchitis & suicidal depression: praise God!

Ian

 

[crystalpc]

Praise God what a testimony!

 

[mrversatile48]

Thanks for that encouragement!

Re-reading it, I realise I was a bit too concerned with brevity, & missed out a few things that may really help a few folk...

First the "before I was saved" - anyone else been to a church that made them an atheist?

The house we moved to @ "the Ponderosa" - (local slang for "the Woody Woodchurch", whose natives recognised each other, away from home, by doing the cartoon character Woody Woodpecker's crazy laugh!) - was near the imposing 11th century Woodchurch Parish Church

Neighbours either side, seeing our hired removal van, kindly came out to help us move our furniture in, & in conversation said they went to that church

Mum, a grad of Toronto Bible College, saw ideal opportunity to serve as Sunday School Superintendent, (as she had in Rock Ferry & elsewhere)

But it was not a Bible-believing-Bible-proclaiming church

The 6'5" bachelor vicar gladly left Sunday School to mum & she trained her helpers well, but the 1 time the somewhat sombre vicar came in, he almost physically threw mum off the piano for playing really rocking gospel choruses

Meanwhile, what had turned me atheist was serving as an altar boy @ age 10 - the year my stutter started

I was kneeling in prayer beside old Beanpole, as we kids called him behind his back - (their curate was called Catchpole: you know "Scouse" working class love of rhyming couplets, eh?)

Anyway, I had my hands relaxed, pointing down, & nearly jumped out of my skin when he sharply told me to point them up: "Why, what's up?"

"If you point them down, you're praying to the devil!"

I0-year-old-choirboys don't tend to argue with irate 6'5" vicars: I just thought, "If this god is so thick that he doesn't even know I'm talking to him, I don't think I believe in him any more"

All the liberal theology of the building being the house of God made them rather regularly bow to the carvings in the "rood screen" & to the altar, which gave my boyish mind the impression that their god WAS those carvings

Now, of course, I know that the Bible teaches that every human heart yielded & open to Christ is the temple of the Holy Spirit, but as a boy, I'd sit in the choirstalls, pulling tongues at the carvings, to bolster my new credo that this god can't see or hear: (hence the Bible forbidding idolatry!)

I said nothing about my atheism, because choir pay was structured so that soloists got top rate, so I was paid more than most adult choristers

It came to a head when I came late for practice & the choirmaster made fun of my stutter: I came out with the worst mouthful of bad language - too furious to stutter!

When he said, "How would you like me to haul you by the ear to the vicar & make you repeat that?" I told him what I'd do to him if he tried, stormed home & told my mum & dad I was never going back, confessing my atheism

(Now you see why I felt too bad to talk to God!)

Their reaction amazed me: "We're quite glad, because we've been concerned about you in that church for some time: what you rejected isn't the gospel anyway, & we don't believe what they teach either"

The text that finally brought me thru to faith was underlined by the preacher's unscripted closing story of a Canadian tent evangelist who'd preached on it: I listened hard, as mum had lived in Canada for 15 years

Briefly, a man challenged that "Whosoever will..."

He came from the wrong side of town...ran a nightclub..fixed the gaming tables..diluted the drinks..put on stripshows that broke up marriages...

"God wouldn't want to know me!"

Just how I felt, in my childish reasoning

Finally, he'd pulled a gun & said, "Look preacher, the reason I came tonight is that I just killed a man: that's the worst any man can do - how can God want to know me?"

Only when the preacher still said that God says what He means, & means what He says, did it click with me: God even loves me!

I have proved His many precious promises in the 42 years since

He loves you too, dear reader

Will you return His wonderful love too?

God bless you!

Ian

 

[New Creation]

Thank you for sharing Ian.

PRAISE THE LORD!!!