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Posted by Dinah on July 15, 2002, at 13:17:32
> I came from a violent home, (drugs, alcohol, gun shots, being chased with knives, people thrown thru picture pane windows, in fact I was born three months early because my father kicked my mother in the stomach, I weighed two pounds nine ounces. At 7yrs old I was out on the streets till 3-4am, I was put in three orphanages... once my father snuck into our house, he put a loaded pistol in my hand and told me too shoot my sisters and my mother, it was crazy.
> Thru all of this, (which I wouldn't change), I came out a fairly normal kid, I was involved in sports and didn't do drugs, or drink. I thought I was a survivor, wanting only too make it thru another day.
> Then at age 16 (in 1974) I started too sense a need in my life, an emptiness that I couldn't explain. I knew I had too find God/Jesus, but who was HE? I had no idea where too find HIM, so I went to the local library to find books concerning world religions, God, and the occult. At the library I met an ex hippie (Gary Osborn) he saw my books and decided too share the message with me. Gary invited me to pray in the back of his V.W. so I did, I remember saying "God forgive me for my sins, and whatever you have for me I want it all".
> Well at first nothing happened I expected, lightening or something. Gary said, "Just go home and praise God" I said, "What’s that, mean" Gary said, "Just thank him" So I did just that.
> Now please let me say, the remaining is sacred to me, and I never heard voices, or did drugs, but after one week in the middle of my last class (during high school) A voice, just as clear, as someone standing next too you, spoke too me and said, "rod tell them about Jesus" I was surprised, but unafraid, I put my hand over my mouth, since I didn't want anyone too think I was talking too myself, I said (to whoever spoke too me) "I don't know what to say" the voice said "don't be afraid, I'll give you the words to say" To this day I don't remember my words, but I spoke too those kids about Jesus and salvation, their mouths just dropped open and then, class was over, I walked out of that room, feeling like I had never felt before.
> The next day was Saturday, and I slept in the living room on an old couch. When I woke it was early and I decided too turn on the TV, to watch my favorite cartoon, the roadrunner. As I sat there watching the TV, I got up and looked outside, everything was so beautiful, (I never appreciated nature, I just wanted too make it thru another day) BUT now it was so pretty, I sat back down on the couch, and as I did I was somewhere else.
> I was sitting at a long rough hewn table, to my right was God, the father, I couldn't see him, to my left was Satan, him I could see (he looked like a man only very big) then in front of me was Jesus, three bowls appear, filled with what looked like porridge. Now the father spoke and said Satan dismiss yourself, Satan stood and screamed, then vanished. Three bites were taken out of the bowl. Then all at once I was watching myself from a distance, walking with Jesus up a grassy pathway. Jesus was speaking to me but from a distance I couldn't hear him, I could see myself shaking my head (like I understand) then thru my eyes I saw the house where I had been sleeping. I didn't know what had happened, I'd never experienced anything like that, but I knew two things, I had too find a pastor, to talk too, and I KNEW GOD loved me and wanted something from me...He wanted my total surrender, my life totally under his control, every second, moment by moment, and I was consumed with this one desire, to live too PLEASE HIM.
> Please let me give you an example: When a friend from school would come over and say, "Hey rod." "Lets go to a show" I'd say, "hold on." Then I’d go in the bathroom and pray, "Lord should I go?" Sometimes the Lord would say "go", sometimes "no" and at times He was silent, when this happened I would look inside, to my heart, (Spirit), (see Colossians 3:15) if I had peace I would go, If not, I’d stay home. As I practiced this new desire, (surrender), I noticed the voice of the Lord became more frequent and clearer,(John 10:27). It always had to agree with scripture. The word of the Lord will always agree with the true meaning and / or interpretation of scripture).
> I new I needed to get a bible, I went to a bookstore and I got the largest family bible I’d ever seen, with pictures and everything.
> I was so happy. That night the voice of the lord said, "Read Matthew 5." I had to look in the contents; I didn't know where Matthew was. Oh when I found it and started too read, the words became a ("Word of the Lord to me") they just jumped off the page, they seemed to come alive, and they filled me, with hope, love and peace.
> Now I knew God loved me, and my sins were gone, I was forgiven...
> As time passed I grew, and sometimes I’d walk into a busy office or building (like a D.O.L) and the Lord would say go sit by that guy, I would strike up conversation, then say "you don't know me but I'm a Christian and God is going too share with me about your life" I don't mean simple things like "you have the flu" or "Headaches", but deep, personal things that others couldn't know or even guess.
> People would usually start to cry and ask "how did you know?", I'd say "I didn't but God knew".
> One of the best lessons from the Lord concerning trusting Him happened like this; I was traveling from Philly to Atlantic city, I got on the road, and started to hitch a ride, (it wasn't illegal at that time) within one hour and twenty minuets I was in Atlantic city (which was a one hour drive!) I got 4 different rides, as I stepped into each vehicle I boldly proclaimed "Hi I'm a child of the King, and God's going to bless you for picking me up!"
> God gave me very personal details about each of those people and all but one came to Christ. Upon entering Atlantic City, God said "Rod, when you get to the prayer meeting tonight I want you to give all your money, to Johnnie Diaz". I said "Lord that’s all I've got?" (About 300.00) God replied; "you take care of your brothers and sisters in the Lord and I'll take care of you." So upon arriving in Atlantic City, I secretly gave all my money to Johnnie, (this was to cover something for Johnnie that was very personal, so I know he didn't share this with anyone).
> That night I asked myself "how am I going to get back to work, (in Philly) tomorrow? I didn't have a penny, not even enough for bus fare, and in my spirit I knew I wasn't to hitch hike, but instead the Lord wanted me on the bus. So after sleeping that night and upon leaving the brothers house, where the meeting had been held, I just started walking to the bus station. As I got closer and closer, I was imagining, "is the driver going to just "know" he's suppose to let me ride for free?" But as I got really close to the depot, a brother named "Chicky" came out of his house and said "rod I think the Lord wants me to give this to you." It was exactly what I needed for bus fair!
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> This has been a short summary of my life, oh one more thing.
> Life didn't continue this way for me,I ruined that.
> Should I confess the most difficult thing in my life with you? You are a stranger to me.
> After living this way for sometime and seeing my life change, and having peace beyond comprehension, I disobeyed the lord after he spoke too me. I lived to obey him, it was my passion, but I knew a man, he was a believer, his name was Bob Chorney. He was like the father I never had. Bob is dead now, I loved him very much.
> One day I went to visit Bob, we talked and prayed for a while then Bob said, "rod", "Paula (Bob's wife), is gone”. "Go to dinner with me".
> Immediately the Lord spoke and said "rod don't go" I said Bobby “I can't go”. He said "oh rod go with me ". I said Bob I can't. I prayed back too the lord, in my mind saying "Lord it will be alright, you know I don’t drink, I'll just eat something with Bob" The Lord didn't speak about the dinner again.
> So we went. All was well until a brother named Aggie Rodriguez, started to argue with Bob, I couldn't watch, so I started to leave, as I went outside Bob said "Rod if your going to walk you might as well walk all the way back too Washington, and don't come back" OH the pain. It was like, all those years of rejection by my father, ex: I remember when I was three my dad said "rod I never loved you and I never will" It cut me too my heart.. These two experiences with Bob and my real father felt identical. Well the next morning, Bob and Paula showed up, Bob said "rod forgive me I'm so sorry", the Lord spoke instantly and said "rod forgive him, go too him tell him it's ok and that you love him". I said "Lord I can't. I won't, it hurts too bad"...
> Soon I left for Washington. My life, outside of God's will, was torture. No peace, no answers, sin in total control. Now years later,
> I painfully confess that I don't live the surrendered life now, I wish it was my passion too live for HIM, as it was before. Yet God hasn’t forgotten me, one night about fifteen years ago, while at a dentist office God's PRESENCE came, it was so strong. HE said, "rod I see your sin, but I also see your heart, I haven't forsaken you or forgotten you, trust me I'm going too take care of the whole thing, I'm going too put it all together for you".
> My life really is difficult now. Without surrender, life is not the same.
> Jean Nicholas Grou says, "God delights in two things, for a man too know God and too know himself."
> I now know what I'm capable of without him, living life for myself, Sinning, being rebellious.
> I want to recommend a couple books that I discovered a few years ago, the book is "Practicing the presence" BY Lawrence and Labach, there are two versions this one is best and includes Labach's testimony. "Hinds feet on High places" and "The breaking of the outer man for the release of the spirit" By Watchman Nee are very good also.
Posted by Dr. Bob on July 16, 2002, at 11:13:12
In reply to Re: I hope your not upset by my story » rodm, posted by Dinah on July 15, 2002, at 13:17:32
[Posted by Shawn. T. on July 15, 2002, at 17:02:34]
> We're all human and make mistakes. Don't feel bad at all; your intentions are what matters.
>
> Shawn
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