Christian Testimonies of Incredible Forgiveness

The following are well known but true testimonies of people who call themselves Christians.


On April 18, 1942, crewmen in 16 Army Air Forces B-25 bombers, commanded by Lt. Col. James H. Doolittle, flew from the carrier Hornet on a daylight bombing raid that brought the war home to Japan for the first time since the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

Corporal DeShazer, a native of Oregon and the son of a Church of God minister, was among the five-member crew of Bat Out of Hell, the last bomber to depart the Hornet. His plane dropped incendiary bombs on an oil installation and a factory in Nagoya but it ran out of fuel before the pilot could try a landing at an airfield held by America’s Chinese allies.

The five crewmen bailed out over Japanese-occupied territory in China and all were quickly captured. In October 1942, a Japanese firing squad executed the pilot, Lt. William G. Farrow, and the engineer-gunner, Sgt. Harold A. Spatz, along with a captured crewman from another Doolittle raid plane.

Corporal DeShazer and the other surviving crewmen from his plane, Lt. George Barr, the navigator, and Lt. Robert L. Hite, the co-pilot, were starved, beaten and tortured at prisons in Japan and China — spending most of their time in solitary confinement — until their liberation a few days after Japan’s surrender in August 1945.

Amid his misery, Corporal DeShazer had one source of solace.

“I begged my captors to get a Bible for me,” he recalled in “I Was a Prisoner of Japan,” a religious tract he wrote in 1950. “At last, in the month of May 1944, a guard brought me the book, but told me I could have it only for three weeks. I eagerly began to read its pages.

I discovered that God had given me new spiritual eyes and that when I looked at the enemy officers and guards who had starved and beaten my companions and me so cruelly, I found my bitter hatred for them changed to loving pity.

I realized that these people did not know anything about my Savior and that if Christ is not in a heart, it is natural to be cruel.”

– Testimony of WWII pilot Jacob DeShazer, full story at The New York Times


It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, a former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there – the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie’s pain-blanched face.

He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” He said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!”

His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side.

Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him.

I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I prayed, I cannot forgive him. Give me Your forgiveness.

As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me.

And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.

– Testimony of Corrie ten Boom, author of biography The Hiding Place


Just weeks before his death, Reverend Ernest Gordon sat in a darkened theater watching a private screening of the long-anticipated movie about his life. His story illumines the power of forgiveness.

Gordon was serving as a captain in the British army during the Second World War when he was captured by the Japanese and marched with other prisoners into the Southeast Asian jungles. The prison camp, which was constructing a railroad bridge over the river Kwai, would eventually claim the lives of 80,000 men.

The prisoners were forced to work for hours in scorching temperatures, chopping their way through tangled jungles. Those who paused out of exhaustion were beaten to death by the guards.

Treated like animals, the men themselves became like beasts trying to survive. Theft was as rampant as hunger and disease among them. Life was met with indifference, deceit, and hatred—by captive and captor alike.

Yet, Gordon lived to tell of hope and transformation in the valley of the river Kwai. In his widely acclaimed book, he gives a firsthand account of the story behind the “death railroad” and the spiritual resurrection of the camp.

“Death was still with us,” writes Gordon. “But we were slowly being freed from its destructive grip. We were seeing for ourselves the sharp contrast between the forces that made for life and those that made for death. Selfishness, hatred, envy, jealousy, greed, self-indulgence, laziness and pride were all anti-life.

Love, heroism, self-sacrifice, sympathy, mercy, integrity and creative faith, on the other hand, were the essence of life, turning mere existence into living in its truest sense. These were the gifts of God to men. True, there was hatred. But there was also love. There was death. But there was also life. God had not left us. He was with us, calling us to live the divine life in fellowship.” In the valley of the shadow of death, Christ had risen.

There were also incidences of great sacrifice that unfolded. Once, after a work detail, a Japanese guard believed a shovel missing. He told the men that unless someone stepped forward to accept responsibility, all the men would be killed. A soldier stepped up and stood at attention. The guard beat him to death. Later it was discovered the missing shovel was the result of a mistaken inventory count by the guard.

Another time Dusty fainted. The doctor believed him to be close to death. Others reported that Dusty had not been eating. All his meager rations were going to Ernest.

Two weeks before the end of the war, Dusty was nailed to a tree and disemboweled by a Japanese guard that was flustered because Dusty would never break, and never anger. This made the Japanese guard “lose face”.

God had reconciled their lifeless estates to Himself, such that they found themselves unable to respond to others without a similar inexplicable grace. So complete was the transformation of the men, so real the presence of Christ among them that they were able to reach out even to their captors with the love that had taken hold of them.

While still in the hands of their enemies, a train carrying Gordon and several others came alongside another boxcar at a stop in Burma. The entire car was filled with gravely wounded Japanese soldiers. They were left alone, without medical attention or company, as if abandoned refuse of war.

“They were in a shocking state,” Gordon recalls. “The wounded looked at us forlornly as they sat with their heads resting against the carriages waiting fatalistically for death…. These were our enemy.”

Without a word, many of the officers unbuckled their packs, took out part of their rations and a few rags, and with their canteens went over to the Japanese train. The guards tried to prevent them, but they pressed through, kneeling by the side of the injured men with food and water, cleaning their wounds.

Eighteen months earlier the same men of the river Kwai prison camp would have celebrated the humiliation and destruction of any on the side of their violent captors.

Yet Gordon explains, “We had experienced a moment of grace, there in the bloodstained railway cars. God had broken through the barriers of our prejudice and had given us the will to obey his command, ‘Thou shalt love.'”

Ernest Gordon left his three years of brutal imprisonment with an unexpected turn in his own story. Among suffering and enemies, God had spoken. Now Gordon could not remain silent. He returned to Scotland to attend seminary, eventually becoming the dean of the chapel of Princeton University where he remained until his death in 2002.

Among a valley of dry bones, God had breathed men to life. In the trenches of despair and hatred, the inexplicable love of Christ called enemies—and men—to hope and forgiveness.

Testimony of Ernest Gordon, author of biographical book “Through the Valley of the Kwai” which became the film To End All Wars


My father was the town alcoholic. I hardly ever knew my father when he was not drunk. My friends in school would make jokes about my father making a fool of himself.

I lived on a farm and I’d go out to the barn and see my mother lying in the gutter in the manure – the bathroom of the cows – beaten so badly by my father, my mother couldn’t get up and walk.

We would have friends over. I’d take my father, tie him up in the bam, and park the car up around the side, and tell my friends he had to go on an important business trip, so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.

I’d take him into the barn where the cows would have their little calves. I’d put his arms through the boards, and tie them. I’d put a rope around his neck and pull his head all the way over the backboard, and tie it around the feet, so if he shuffled his feet, he would kill himself.

One evening, two months before I graduated from high school, I came home from a date. When I went into the house, I heard my mother crying profusely. And I said, “What’s wrong?” She said, “Your father has broken my heart. And all I want to do is live until you graduate, then I just want to die.”

Do you know, two months later, I graduated. And the next Friday, the 13th, my mother died. Don’t tell me that you can’t die of a broken heart. My mother did, and my father broke it. There was no one I could have hated more.

But men and women, when I came into this relationship with God Yahweh, through His Eternal Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, after a short period of time, the love of God took control of my life, and He took that hatred and turned it upside down.

So much so, I was able to look my father square in the eyes and say: “Dad, I love you.” And the neatest thing is, I really meant it!

I transferred to another varsity or university. I was in a serious car accident with my legs, arm and neck in traction. I was taken home.

My father came into my room. He was very sober because he thought I was almost dead. He asked me this question: “How can you love a father such as I?”

I said, “Dad, six months ago, I despised you. I hated you.” Then I shared with him how I’d come to the conclusion seen so clearly, that God Yahweh, the Father, had manifested Himself to us, humanity through the Eternal Word, His Son. And then He had died for our sins, that’s the anguish He went through.

And I said, “Dad, I asked Christ to forgive me. I asked Him to come into my life as Savior and Lord.” I said, “Dad, as the result of that, I have found the capacity to love and accept not only you, but other people just the way they are.”

And my father finally just said, “Son, if your God can do in my life what I have seen Him do in your life, then I want to know Him personally.”

Right there, my father just prayed something like this: “God, if You’re God, and Christ is the Eternal Word, Your Son, if You can forgive me and come into my life and change me, then I want to know You personally.”

His life was changed right before my eyes. It was like somebody reached out and turned on a light bulb. Do you know, he only touched whiskey once after that. He got it to his lips, and that was it. He didn’t need it anymore.

Fourteen months later, he died. Because three-fourths of his stomach had to be removed, as a result of 40-some years of drinking.

But do you know, in that 14-month period, scores of businessmen in my home town and the surrounding area committed their lives to the living God, through the Eternal Word, Jesus Christ, because of the changed life of one of the town’s drunks.

– Testimony of Josh McDowell, former staunch skeptic of religion who could not disprove Christianity intellectually


The doctor left the room and Steven came in. He told me that I needed to have an abortion because of the smoke damage to my lungs and the oxygen deprivation I had suffered. I said “No,” I wanted the baby. I was five-months pregnant. I could not believe he was even asking me to have an abortion at this stage. He spent over an hour pressing me to go ahead and have the abortion. He said that I was too young to have a baby and it would have brain damage because I had been in the fire and taken drugs. I became very quiet and repeated the answer “No” more than once. I said I should not be asked to make that decision while still in the hospital. He said I had to have the abortion now. He said I was too far along to wait because it would be illegal for me to get an abortion in another week.

He sat beside my hospital bed, but we did not look at each other. I said no again. Finally he gave up and said, “OK, you can go home to your mother’s and have the baby there.” I was worn out and began to feel hopeless. My mother and stepfather would not be happy to have me return home pregnant. I believed they would also want me to have an abortion. I began to feel like life was caving in on me. I had no health insurance or money and did not believe Steven intended to help provide for our baby or me. He had not been providing medical care for me up to that time. I believed he was abandoning me as my father and my mother had. I began to cry and agreed to have the abortion. Steven was relieved and happy. He reassured me that he cared for me and that after the abortion everything would be fine.

I was moved to another part of the hospital and a different doctor performed the abortion. It was a horrible nightmare I will never forget. I was traumatized by the experience. My baby had one defender in life; me, and I caved in to pressure because of fear of rejection and the unknown future. I wish I could go back and be given that chance again, to say no to the abortion one last time. I wish with all my heart I could have watched that baby live his life and grow to be a man.

The doctor did not explain what the procedure would be like. Steven watched when the doctor punctured my uterus with a large needle. Then I was taken to a room to wait for the contractions. Steven sat beside me in the hospital until it was over. When the nurse would leave the room he was snorting cocaine on the table beside my bed. He even offered some to me once, but I just turned away, sick inside. Steven, high on cocaine, was emotionally detached, witnessing the procedure but cut off from the normal reaction and feelings of horror you would expect. At the time I was shocked and hurt by his behavior.

But I know now that on an unconscious level, he must have been traumatized witnessing the death of his first-born son in such a horrific and direct way. Steven watched the baby come out and he told me later, when we were in New Hampshire, that it had been born alive and allowed to die. (I was not allowed to see the baby when it was delivered.) Steven told me later that it had been a boy and that he now felt terrible guilt and a sense of dread over what he had done. I did not know that such a thing could be legal. I could not imagine a world where a tiny baby could be born alive and tossed aside as worthless without ever seeing his mother’s face.

Nothing was ever the same between us after that day, though I did not return home for over a year. I became very quiet and withdrawn after the abortion. I was grieving the loss of my baby and I could never look at Steven again without remembering what he had done to our son and me. I had just lived through a horrific fire that nearly claimed my life, but the abortion made me feel like part of me died with my baby. I felt cheated and betrayed, and angry with myself for agreeing to something that I knew was wrong. I felt deep anger and almost hatred for the doctor who performed the abortion.

Everyone around me seemed to be moving on with life, but I was carrying a wound that would not go away. Steven was already involved with other women at that time. The fact that he was my guardian complicated things for him because he was legally responsible for me. I was young, had dropped out of high school, and did not understand my legal rights at the time. I felt completely powerless.

I left Steven in February 1977 and returned to live with my mother and stepfather. Steven called a few times after I returned home and then I never heard from him again.

The road to recovery was a slow process. When I returned home to my mother I was a broken spirit. I could not sleep at night without nightmares of the abortion and the fire. The world seemed like a dark place. My mother and stepfather now had a handsome little boy. He was a joy and I could not help but be happy when I was with him. My love for my half brother opened my heart toward my stepfather and I began to see that he was trying to be a good husband and father.

Mother had found that she missed the church and they were attending a United Methodist church in our area. I began attending with them and I remember a turning point for me was a week-long church retreat in the summer at the Oregon coast. There were young adults my own age, sing-alongs, campfires, Bible studies, prayer meetings, and I left there with a renewed sense of hope that God existed; He loved me in spite of my sins, and I could find forgiveness and a measure of real happiness within a family of my own if I began to rebuild my life.

Soon I was baptized. Mother helped me to get my GED, and I got my first job working as a receptionist. I began to attend youth activities, and the church became a lifeline that pulled me out of the fog of grief, sorrow, and guilt after my years with Steven. I found forgiveness in Jesus. I forgave myself, I forgave my mother and stepfather, and I prayed for the grace to forgive Steven.

In spite of everything, I do not hate Steven Tyler, nor am I personally bitter. I pray for his sincere conversion of heart and hope he can find God’s grace.

– Testimony of Julia Holcomb, mother of Steve Tyler’s aborted child.


“You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven.”

When they came to the place called the Skull, there they crucified him, along with the criminals – one on his right, the other on his left.

Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

– Jesus in Matthew 5:43-35 and Luke 23:33-34


Can some enlightened individual tell me what would be the atheist response to the above situations?

Explain to me what logic the atheist’s unemotional, rational mind can find in loving one’s cruel captors and brutal oppressors.

Or is it only the unconditional love of a merciful God for us undeserving children that can inspire such irrational, illogical, beautiful forgiveness in ordinary men and women?

Quote me the writings of influential atheist philosophers who spoke at length of love, forgiveness and mercy.

Or is it only the holy texts of religion – the Scriptures of the Bible – that elevates unconditional love to above even justified vengeance?

  • For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brothers. – Romans 8:29

  • Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. – Romans 12:2

  • Christ must increase; I must decrease. – John 3:30

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

7 Responses to “Christian Testimonies of Incredible Forgiveness”

  1. hutchrun Says:

    Mahdi Obama`s spiritual advisor Rev. Wright is of course a bird of very different plummage.

  2. simon thong Says:

    It might never occur to Rev. Wright to ask for forgiveness from the God he believes he serves..there are those who truly think that they are above the Laws of God. At Judgement Day, the words pronounced are “I never knew you”.

  3. increase clothing pattern Says:

    […] crewmen in 16 Army Air Forces B-25 bombers, commanded by Lt. Col. James H. Doolittle, flew from t Related Articles: The San Francisco ExaminerHowever, the March gain reflected the big […]

  4. Stephen Yulish Says:

    While this is the 45th article that I’ve done for UFO Digest, it may well be the most provocative.
    The Publisher wrote “Quite revealing Stephen”‘
    Praise God,

  5. Christian testimonies Says:

    It’s a really great thing to read a very very inspiration blog as this one here, on how the christian or spiritual thing helps one person out. And we people should really have the faith to be able to know and feel the existence of the almighty.

  6. terry dean Says:


    I am a 50-year-old man, I drive a semi truck for a living, I am also buying a home in
    Oroville california, and I have 3 kids and my wife, in all just a regular family.
    On jan-2nd 2005, I Terry Dean witness this, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.
    I was on 1-5 driving south in the semi truck, I was 10 miles south of lathrope CA.
    I heard a great wind, then he appeared looking like a 2ft X 5ft tornado in the cab
    Of the semi truck, when the spinning wind stopped it became and was the form and
    Shape of a man.
    He said with a loud voice, “I am the lord your GOD and besides Me there is no other”.
    At this point as he appeared I looked at him right in the face, His face was full of a
    Fierce anger, His body looked like flowing energy that was tan in color,after seeing His
    Face 1 time I did not look at his face again for the next 2 days because I felt I was not
    Worthy to look upon His face or worthy for him to look upon my face.
    The magnitude of His presents cannot be put into words.
    The power of his voice was overwelming and can not be defined or titled or put
    Into words.
    I felt totally exposed and vulnerable at his presents.
    At this time He was very angry and very fierce and I thought I was going to die, my
    whole body started shaking and trembling ( I could not stop for the next 24 hours),
    Then he said, “I am giving you your deliverance, I am setting the captive free,I
    Have cast out the demons again, you have your healing and your salvation so now stand”.
    Then I started to cry and could not stop or control my crying, my nose started to run
    And before long my beard was full of tears and snot, I did not have a rag or napkins to
    Dry my face so I kept wiping my eyes of tears so I could see the highway, my
    Wind breaker jacket and shirt were wet to, the wind breaker was no good for drying my
    Face, it only smeared.
    Then he said “I am going into my temple and tear out the furniture and tear down
    The walls and build a new temple and bring in heavenly furniture and we will go in and
    Sup together”, then He leaned forward and put His hands together and became a stream
    Of energy or electricity that flowed right into my chest, I could feel Him enter my chest.
    I could feel Him moving around and doing something in there.
    Then I started to feel better and almost lighter as if heavy sin was being removed,
    This went on for about 30 minutes or so.
    At about 3:00 am he came back out the way he went in, a stream of flowing
    Energy came out of my chest and formed a man shape, and stood in front of me,
    I kept my head down a little so i would not look at his face, then he stepped to my right
    And stood there for 10 or 15 min-, I was petrified so I sat there driving the semi truck
    For that 10 or 15 min and nothing was said, I could not stop crying or shaking.
    Now at about 3:45 and He began to shout at me and He was in great rage.
    He was so fierce as he went from one side of me to the other side of me that He
    Seem to be all over me and in me and at me.


    He made it clear he was angry about the way I have been living becouse I was
    Living for Him only part of the time and not all of the time.
    I was very scared, and I said LORD GOD you are going to give me a heart
    Attack, and He said “I will take your heart of stone and give you a heart of
    Flesh and with your new heart I will give you a new song,” now it took him only
    One second for Him to do and say this, He reached His hand into my chest and pulled
    My heart out and put His hand back in and gave me a new heart, and pulled His
    Hand out and said “And a new song” as 4 stars flew from His finger tips, now as soon
    As the stars hit me a song started, the music was beautiful and not of this world, it
    Sounded like singing angels as the song filled the cab of the truck, this was the first
    Song of 4 songs in a roll I heard, I have played the drums for 20 years and believe you
    Me the timing and notes were not of this world, very very lovely songs.
    Now at this point a great peace came over me and I felt blessed and pure.
    Then He calmed down and His fierce fury and anger left Him and He was no longer
    Angry, but before in His anger I was and am sure that no man or army’s or weapons or
    Powers of any kind could go against Him and live or stand.
    Even the earth would like to hide in the sun from this one, I believe the whole
    Earth would be safer and have a better chance of living by throwing it’s self into the
    Sun rather then go against Him.
    Then He stood in front of me And put His hands together and became that flowing
    Stream of energy that flowed into my chest.
    Now the next thing I know we are standing together at the front doors of a large
    The doors opened and we walked in, at this point He was in the form of a man
    Made with flesh and bone, He had on a great robe, it was white.
    Now the temple was made of gold, but the floor was made of bright silver.
    At the back of the temple was a great throne made of gold, the back of the throne
    Was very high and beautiful, we are standing just inside the temple doors and to our
    Right is a large table set with food, the table was 3ft x 40ft long, we walked over to
    The table and sat down and started to eat, we said nothing at supper, then He stood up and
    Walked over to His throne and He sat down.
    I got up just enough to go to the floor with my face on the floor and I crawled to
    The corner of the temple by the table, I kept my face to the floor as low as I could get.
    With my hands over my face I cried and wept in the corner.
    After a little time passed I felt I had to go to His throne, so I said Lord God and He
    Said “Yes”, I said may I come to your throne and He said ” come”, so I crawled to him with
    My face to the floor, I was crying and trembling.
    I started kissing His feet and washing them with my tears.
    Now the love and compassion coming from Him was overwhelming, I was in heaven


    Then I felt not worthy even to kiss His feet so I said “Lord” and He said “Yes” I said
    May I leave your throne, He said “Yes”, so I kept my face to the floor and crawled back
    To the corner where I was before and with my hands over my face I stayed there
    Bowed down crying and weeping.
    After what seemed to be about 10 minutes my heart started to yearn for Him
    Overwhelmingly so I said “Lord”, He said “Yes”, I said can I come back to your throne,
    He said “come”, so I crawled back to Him with my face to the floor, I reached His
    Feet and with much crying and weeping I started to kiss His feet again.
    I knew He could read my mind and I knew I thought I was not worthy to look upon
    His face.
    After what seemed to be about 5 minutes I said “Lord” He said “Yes”, I said “May I leave
    Your thrown”, He said “Yes”, so I crawled back to the corner like before
    And stayed there crying with my hands over my face bowed down.
    After a little while I yearned for Him again, everything in me and of me was saying
    Go back to Him, I must go back, so I said “Lord”, He said “Yes” I said “May I come back to
    Your thrown, He said “Yes” so I started crawling back to Him like before face down
    And crying.
    Now this was the 3rd time I went to His thrown, I was kissing His feet and washing
    Them with my tears.
    Then I said “Lord”, He said “Yes”, I said “May I Leave Your thrown”, He said “Yes”, so with
    My face to the floor I crawled only 2 feet and He said “Stand up and walk back like
    A son”, so I stood up happy and tall and walked back to the table where we
    Had ate before, I sat there about 10 minutes with my hands over my face.
    Then He stood up and walked over to me, I stood up and we walked together to
    The other side of the large table where there was a small table, on the small table was
    A diagram of what I would do.
    Then He said “I am giving you a new name, your new name is the messenger and
    The witness, you are in my hand and I am in your heart and I have blessed you before
    The foundation of the world, you were in christ during His ressurection, I am sending you
    To stand in front of many people”, I said “Lord god I can’t do that, He said “I have taken
    Your soiled rags and givin you a robe of righteousness, I will give you the power and
    The boldness and go before you and I will open the door and you will enter in and
    The rivers will be full and the shade shall be plenty”.
    I said “Why me Lord”, He said “You are a tree I have been pruning and trimming
    For my purpose and glory.
    Now tell the people I gave them this message, I have sent you and if they know me
    They will receive you because you are of me and we are the same, and if they
    Receive you not it is because they know not me who sent you, and if they know not me
    Who sent you they will be damned.
    I am your god and besides me there is no other, I have life in my hand.
    I the Lord have spoke it.

    “I am He, when you come to my throne you bring with you fear in one hand and
    Trembling in the other hand, do not bring with you idle talk or childrens games
    For there is a fierce war in Heaven and earth, after you enter into the kingdom then
    We will rejoice and be glad, but for now bring with you fear and trembling”.
    Then He pointed down at the diagram on the small table and said “Here you are
    Standing in front of many people and you will do very good for a time and
    Reaching many, you will stand and your ministry will stand, and right here you
    Will leave and go straight through the gates of the kingdom and enter into the
    Your robe is already there waiting for you, and your crown is there also.
    Then He said “All of your family will be saved and enter the kingdom.
    Now the next thing I know we are back in the cab of the semi truck, He is standing
    To my right and I am driving just like before we went into His temple.
    The truck was not stopped or pulled over at any time, it is now 4:30 am, I was
    Amazed and crying and thinking of all He had told me, then He said “I am going into
    My temple”. Then He turned into that stream of energy again and flowed into
    My chest again.
    We did not talk for the next hour but the music was still coming out of me, the
    Music was loud, the music was not of this world, it was so beautiful and sounded
    Like singing angels, maybe 10 or 15 of them.
    Now at about 6 o’clock I was wondering if He was still in me so I said “Lord
    God”, and He said “I am here”, so I drove till about 7 o’clock and arrived at my
    Delivery and pick-up point, in Coalinga CA at I-5 Hwy and 198 Hwy, I arrived 3
    Minutes early and traded trucks with the driver from the south from Fontana CA
    I started my return trip at 7:15 am, now as I was driving I would remember parts of
    What happened so I would pull over and write them down and I pulled over many
    Times on the way back.
    Now about 1 hour before I arrived back at the willows terminal I was thinking
    Of Wayne, Wayne is a close relative of mine, I was just talking out loud to my self
    Saying “Wayne will never believe what is happening to me”. and the Lord said “Tell
    Wayne it doesn’t matter if he believes or not, it won’t change the work I am doing in
    You” I said “Ok Lord I will tell him.
    Now when the Lord spoke from inside me He sounded like many lions roaring at
    The same time, and sometime He sounded as soft as a lamb.
    I arrived back at the truck terminal in willows ar 12:30 pm, I got in my car and
    Started to drive home, when I got to Oroville CA I stopped at Wayne’s home to tell
    Him what had happened and told him what the Lord said to him, I was right he
    Had trouble beleiving any of this even though he is a man of God.
    I left Wayne’s and started home, I was thinking does the Lord know what Iam
    Thinking and feeling, does He really know my hurts and pains, so I would ask Him.
    So I said “Lord”, He said nothing, I said “Lord”, He said nothing, by not answering
    He was saying yes I know your thoughts, and how could you ask me God that.

    So this was the only time He did not answer me, it meant a lot to me because this
    Was a very stupid question.
    So I arrived home and sat down shaking and crying, I could not stop, it was so
    Intense, I just sat there shaking and crying.
    My wife was soon home and I started to tell her all that had happened to me, she
    Started to cry saying thank you Jesus thank you Lord.
    We wept together and cried together for the rest of the evening and did not stop.
    I slowed down a little, but before long I would go into a weeping and
    Shaking mode, every time I would brake down she would do the same.
    My daughter came home and saw me shaking and said take a shower, that will
    Warm you up, I said “I’m not shaking because i’m cold, I’m shaking because of the present’s
    Of God.
    I did sleep before going back to work but not much.
    I woke up and got ready for work, I left for work at 12:45 am on day #2.
    Now normally I would pray at this time when I first start driving, asking the Lord to watch
    Over me and my driving, and to protect my family while I am away, but I was still
    Shuck up from what happened and did not feel like praying or talking to the Lord.
    Right then so I said “Lord” He said “I am here”, I said “I’m still shook up from yesterday,
    Is it okay if we talk later, He said “Yes” so I kept on driving and wondering what would
    Happen later.
    Now when the Lord would talk His voice came right out of me because He was
    Inside of me, it was not a little small voice inside me like I sometimes here, when He
    Talked for these 2 days His voice was as fierce as a lion or sounded like many water
    Falls sometimes His voice was as meek as a lamb, very calm, but always clear just the
    Way it sounds when someone is in the room talking, His voice filled the car or
    Cab of the truck, I heard it with regular ears.
    So I got to work at 1:45 am, picked up the semi truck and drove south on I-5 like
    At about 4 am there was a strong rushing wind that came out of me in the form of
    A tornado, it just sat to my right spinning for a minute, it was a bout 3ft by 4ft high.
    It stopped, He was in the form of a man but was red in color, bright red and looked
    Like flowing electricity, I looked and in His right hand was a big red ball, it was about
    The size of a basketball and it looked like bright red flowing electricity or energy.
    He said with a loud voice “Receive Ye Fire”, and He slammed the red ball on my
    Chest, it exploded on me and went all over me and in me, I was jerking back and forth.
    The energy was so strong it took my breath, I had to catch my breath then I looked
    Over and He now has a big blue ball in His right hand, and it looked like
    Energy or electricity, this blue ball was bigger than the red ball and He was bigger to.
    Then He said with a loud voice “Receive Ye The Holy Ghost”, then He slammed
    It on my chest and it exploded on me and went over me and in me again, and again
    I was jerking back and forth, I had to catch my breath again, and He said in a loud
    Voice, “Many men have cried and many men would have died to see what you have seen”.

    Then He put His hands together and turned into a stream of energy that flowed into
    My chest again.
    So I sat there driving and thinking.
    Now at about 5:am He came out of me again the same way, loud wind and a
    Spinning tornado, when He stopped He was in the form as before, tan in color.
    Then He said in a loud voice ” Put on the whole armor of GOD and keep your eyes
    On JESUS and your heart on the HOLY GHOST, I am giving you gifts of the SPIRIT ”
    I said what gift’s LORD, He said “Discerning of spirit’s and the ability to cast out evil
    Spirit’s”,then I said what other gift’s LORD, He said “Let it be according to your faith”.
    Then He went back inside me, so I sat there driving the truck and thinking.
    I arrived at colinga CA at about 7:30am, I traded trucks and started back north
    At 7:45am.
    At 8:45am, I said LORD, He said “Yes”, I said I am sorry they crucified you He said
    “It is all right it had to be done”.
    I arrived back at the willows terminal at 1:00pm and got in my car heading for
    On my way I said Lord, He said “Yes” I said “Is there anyone saved by having faith
    In the faith of Abraham”, He said “Yes, there are some saved who had faith in the faith
    Of Abraham” I later ask myself if He meant today or only at the time of Abraham.
    Then He said “on the 3rd day I will reveal what you should do, and go to the church and
    Have the elders put there hands on you and anointing you with oil so that you will
    Recieve your healing”.
    Then I said LORD, I am stopping at wayne’s house to talk to him, what should I
    Say to him to make Him believe what is happining to me, or is there something you
    Want to say to him, He said “Yes, tell him I said Wayne, you are among us, fear not
    I am with you always”, little did I know that Wayne would be killed in a freak accident
    One month from today, GOD blessed him, he is with the LORD even as you read this.
    I stopped by Waynes and told him what the LORD had said, I left there from home.
    On my way I said LORD, He said “Yes” I said I hope I did not say any thing I should
    Not have said, He said “No, I know what you were going to say and I would have warned
    You in advance”.
    When I got home I was wondering what the Lord would reveal (Tomorrow) on
    The 3rd day, so I sat there rested and prayed, I was thinking about all that had happened
    Over the last 2 days, I went to bed early at about 7:30pm.
    I woke up early at 5:am, it was the 3rd day and I was excited about what the
    LORD would reveal that I should do, and It did not take Him long to do it.
    I said “LORD”, He said nothing, I said “LORD”, He still said nothing, “oh no my LORD
    Your gone”. then He revealed to me what I should do.
    I had thought and was thinking that He was going to be in me in POWER and talk
    To me as I went on my mission and talk to me as I did my ministry, in other words to
    Hold my hand every step of the way, and to guide me, but now I realize that I must go
    Forth in faith as a man, and walk in the spirit, as a son of GOD

    Not go forth as a boy having my hand held.
    Now I know He is inside me, I know He will Lead me. but I wanted to hear His voice
    Like I did, and see Him come out of me as a rushing wind, I wanted to ask Him questions
    And hear His answers, to just stand in His presents and feel the love and compassion
    Coming from Him.
    When I realized He was not going to be in me and with me in that kind of power I
    Broke down real bad, and started crying very bitterly, I sat there crying and pleading to
    Him, “LORD,LORD, please come back, I need to hear your voice again, I need you
    Here LORD like you were, please just one time let me hear your voice again.
    Well I was not able to call him back to me, that does not surprise me because I did not
    Call him to me the first time, He came to me when He was ready, I was not even praying.
    I am nothing Special, just a man who believes that GOD will do what He wants, when
    He wants, and with who He wants, and I know He will complete His work in me.



    To Talk, Leave Me A Message At Cell Number 530-990-6468

    Thank you terry dean

  7. Ron Says:

    A pastor demonstrates love and incredible forgiveness during sermon on love:

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: