Hey all its Lee. I just realized that i never told anyone here my testamony.. and a few people have asked it. So i figured that i would put it up.

 

 

             Well it started when i was a little kid. I went to church with my parents. But i only went cuz my parents made me and i got to play with other kids in childrens church. I never really go cuz of God. I read my bible but i didnt apply it to my life. Then year later i had a new sunday school teacher. And this guy told me that if i didnt put any offering in the plate that i couldnt come back to church. And that hurt me deeply. I told my parents about it and they were upset. So we stopped going to church. The pastor found out and got rid of that sunday school teacher and came to our house and appologized to me. And he said ' Lee you are welcome at church whether you have money or not.' But it scarred me too much on what the sunday school teacher told me. So i told the pastor no that i would not be back. As time grew on i really developed a hatred for God. I blamed him for what that sunday school teacher had said.

 

            By the time i was half way through my teenage years.. i really hated God. I hated him with such a passion. I cursed at him. Told him that he was nothing and worthless.  My parents started going to church again.. and made me go. We were going to a Jehovahs witness church. And i didnt like it.. I hated it.. and i told my parents that i would never go back there again. So I stopped going. They kept going but eventually stopped. As time went on me and my parents faught more and more. And ofcourse i hated God for it and blamed him. I even had a hatred for my parents.

 

          I even contimplated suicide.. but i never went through with it. I started working. I worked for a burger place called Bobs Burger Express. I really enjoyed my job. They were even training me to be management. One day i stole 50.00 from my till cuz i thought it was 'extra money' cuz i didnt remeber putting a 50.00 dollar bill in the till. SO i took it. I didnt know that someone used my till while i was on lunch. Well the next day when i came to work my boss let me know that my till was 50.00 short. I told her that i didnt know why. She said that she couldnt write me up cuz others were using my till. So we left it at that. It really was eating me alive that i stole the money.. cuz i have never done it before, and it botherd me that I lied to my boss. Well that night i was reading my bible. It all was boring to me.. but then i came accross a scripture that really stood out and 'slapped me in the face'. It read  ' REPENT OF YOUR SINS'. That night when i went to bed, i had a dream thati was walking around with Jesus and he told me that i needed to tell my boss of my theft and repent. The next night, i picked up my bible and did some more reading. I couldnt remember where i left off so i guessed..... and i ended up reading the same chapter as i did the night before... (kinda funny how God works ) .. and it was all boring to me again.. and once again that same scripture stood out and 'slapped me in the face' again... 'REPENT OF YOUR SINS'. And i had the same dream again and woke up in the morning freaked out. So when i went to work i told my boss what had happend. Gave her the money back. SHe thanked me for my honesty, and everything seemed fine. But by the time that i got home that afternoon.. there was a message on the answering machine telling me not to come back to work cuz i was being fired. I got really depressed. And ofcourse i blamed God for it.  I was like  ' God you told me to do it.. and i did.. now look i lost my job and now my parents are even more mad at me. i hate you God'. I got really depressed. I found a nother job but they were only able to guarantee me 4 hours a week. So that took me into a deeper depression.

 

             I started fighting with my parents more and getting more depressed. I got so depressed that i was thinking suicide.. and this time i was gonna do it. I got so far gone that i started hearing voices in my head and 'chanting'.  I cried out to God for help but i didnt get none. I got deeper and deeper into my depression. I finally decided how i was gonna do it, all i needed was the opportune time to do it. Then the day that i was gonna do it.. i had this feeling that i needed to ask God for help one more time... so i got down on my knees and asked God to help me.. and he did.. He reached his hands out and held me.. he brought me out of my depression... blessed me with 40+ hours a week at work. Things were going good. But i still ignored him, didnt surrrendor over to him..... I know what you all are thinking. i was stupid.

 

             It wasnt till september of 1997 that i got saved. It was the last day of the fair.. the day before school started. I was walking home when this van pulled up. A guy started talking to me. He invited me to church with him. I told him ' no i have a long walk ahead of me and i am tired.' but he said that he would give me a ride home if i went to church with him. So i went cuz it was like a 10 mile walk to my house and i didnt want to walk. That night they gave an altar call.. and i found my self being one of the first people down there. I gave my life to God. I started to get up.. but the evangelist said ' NO wait you are done.. you are also gonna recieve the baptism of the holy spirit'. So i knelt back down to the altar. And recieved the baptism of the Holy Spirit. It was the best night of my life. When i got home i told EVERYONE about it.

 

Thanks for readfing.

God Bless

 

Lee