Church of the Unified New Testament - The True Story Of How I Came To Get Saved Under The Precious Blood Of Jesus Christ

The True Story, Of How I Came To Get Saved

Actual Remembered Events

The Planted Seed (Seed Planting #1)

I think it was around the late winter/early spring/early April of 2000, when I managed to contact an old school buddy of mine, Mr. John Sauer. We made up that I would take the bus down to Toms River, NJ, where he would pick me up at the bus depot. I was to stay over his house for the night.

I boarded NJ Transit, a fancy motor coach at Newark Penn Station, where I was to travel all the way down to Toms river. I distinctly remember listening to my walkman in the back of the bus, where I sat on the left side, listening to my favorite group "America" to the song: 'Muskrat Love.' Lol - I love that song! Lol

My friend picked me up at the NJ Transit bus station way back the early spring of 2000, & I noticed to my alarm at the time, that as we drove off to the Chinese restaurant in his car, he started in to play Christian music on his car radio. I gotta be totally honest with you as the reader ... I hated hearing that! I was still locked in my unbelief, & it was very annoying for me to listen to that stuff. I never told him, for a few reasons. The main one, was because he was my only ride, & I didn't wanna piss him off. I missed the guy, & I wanted to keep things on the up & up.. After we drove off from his house to go to the restaurant, he began to witness to me in his car, telling me of how when he came to Jesus Christ, he was delivered from his epilepsy, & I found it pretty interesting, but pretty weird at the same time, as I couldn't put 2 & 2 together in my mind about who exactly Jesus Christ actually was. I only knew the basics, of His probably being here 2000 years ago, & vaguely remembered stories of how he supposedly healed people & walked on water, but I still was not sure if it was a fairytale, or not.

A few years later in the last few weeks or so of 2003, a woman named Pam met me on the Internet in a AOL singles chat room. I'm not sure why she chose me, or what made her pick me out of all the dudes in there, but she did. So, we got to know one another over time, & we began talking over the phone a short time after she met me, on line. A few weeks later, we made up to meet where she lives, here in Lancaster, PA. At the time, I lived in So. Orange, NJ, on First St.

That was a time of a series of changes in my relationships ... between my family & I .... we had no relationship, for the past 2 years, & it was about to get verbally violent towards them, as a result of snowballing behaviors. Not very nice. They loved n Ft. Myers, FL when all this was brewing, so ... in January of 2004, I took the 31 bus from So.. Orange, NJ to Penn Station, Newark, where I was to take NJ Transit all the way to Trenton, NJ, where I was to then catch the SEPTA train to Philthydelphia, & then Slamtrak (Amtrak) to Lancaster, as the final destination, where I met her, & her mother. I took these trips a dozen or so times, until I moved in eventually, in 10/2004.

My visits to her house were pretty good. I was concerned at the time as to weather or not her & her parents would accept me, as I was still Jewish, & they have the Protestant religious label... but, they did. I met her, her parents, & her Reverend stopped over the house that night. He was very very nice, indeed. Reverend H, was his name, & he was formerly in charge of St. Andrew's church, on North Lime St.. He's no longer in charge of his church, as there's a new Reverend in charge over there, now.

The Passion Of The Christ (Seed Planting #2)

I think it was in the late spring of 2004, when my X Pam & I, wanted to go out to see a movie, so we agreed on the movie: "The Passion." It was a movie about Jesus' life, whut He went through, & how terribly those wicked people treated Him. I was teary when He carried that cross all the way to Calvary, & when they finally crucified Him. So ... it was a good movie.

My Behavior, After The Movie

I began to get interested in getting closer to Jesus Christ, & noted that the mother had all these statues of Jesus, all over her living room. She seemed to me in the beginning to be one of these genuine Christians, & as a Jew watching her, & seeing her paintings of Jesus Christ strategically-placed all over her house, it was abundantly clear to me, that this was the city & the type of people I wanted to live with. They were friendly, seemed simple, uncomplicated, & easy to get along with. I'm the same way, & always have been. I finally found a place where I felt that I had fit in, & could very easily assimilate into.

I developed a willingness to get 'closer' to knowing Jesus Christ, & by doing this, I would carry around this woman's house, a small statue of Him, wherever I went. One time she asked me: "Why are you carrying around Jesus?" I just laughed, as it sounded funny the way she said it. Lol I told her that I wanted to get closer to Him, but see, she never told me how t odo this. If someone had witnessed to me then, I would have come to the Lord a lot sooner. Oh, well. I remember placing the statue of Him on my drawing tabe downstairs in there basement, as I drew. I really did not know whut to utter to this thing but. I was doin' my best. Lol

In early 09/2004, my X Pam & her parents, drove me to the Humane League animal shelter on Lincoln Highway East, to look at some doggies. As we were pulling out of Wal Mart on Lincoln Highway, I recall telling the family, how I loved to look at & possibly pet doggies at pet stores, & I asked them if they knew of anywhere where we could look at some. So, they took me to this place. While we were there, we saw a wide variety of dogs, half of which were barking intermittently. In the back of the shelter, I noticed a skinny Basset hound, who was really whining, & kept coming up to my X's mother & myself, at the cage. So then I looked next door, & there I was a big flabby, lazy-look'n Basset hound laying quietly looking up at me, & I fell in love with it.The mother asked me if I was sure that that's the one I wanted, & I was sure, & I chose it. We went to the front of the store, & I recall being there in the visitor's room, where the family, their dog 'Lucky,' & the Basset got along with us all. Lol I named it 'Huckleberry.' The mother found out at the front desk by talking to a young lady there, that she could get the dog for around $80.00, the price of which included shots, & neutering, which is a virtual steal, for a Basset.

I even got to walk it for the 1st time, around the front area of the Humane League; - my 1st dog, & my favorite type of doggy! I was literally, in heaven. I was truly blessed, felt kind'a weird about it, as these people were so nice to me get'n me this dog & all, but ... whut the heck did I care? I mean .... Wow!! Lol

The Beginning Of The End

The relationship began to fall apart in early/mid 11/2004, while i was still living in my X's house. There was an increase in bickering, but nothing more than that.. Never any hitting or anything like that. Her brother was a 6'4" tall rather large dude who worked at a local print shop as a pressman, & he ran a giant 6-color press. His name was Paul.

This man would come home & throw his stuff (clothes) all over the place; all over the stair well, he would obstruct the very narrow stair case which was my only access to get to my bedroom in the converted attic, where the family graciously allowed me to stay. On top of that, he'd not say so much as a peep to me, in disgust. I could tell that he hated me ... the guy did not like my moving in there 1 bit. So, to be vengeful & mean, he deliberately ignored me, to no end. Lol Nice, mature behavior, huh?

I found him very very difficult to talk to, as he really never wanted to or spoke to me one time, in the short period that I lived there. No respect, very rude individual, at that time. He would not answer me when I asked him a question or two, he would just completely ignore me. Very unfriendly, & I found it exceedingly obnoxious. I hope & pray that he's a different person today. I forgive him now, but I mean ... I couldn't stand his behavior then, & I was really starting to feel miserable in that house because of that, particularly.

There was this 1 time, when the mother was sitting on the couch in the living room, & she said to me for like the 10th time ... "so when are you going to get married to Pam?" I told her, "whenever I get in a good enough position." giving me a dirty look, she aid to me: "When are you going to be in a good enough position?" I got so angry inside, & I got up, walked over to the kitchen & told her basically, that I was sick of being asked that, & a huge argument started up ... the husband came out of his room, & looked at me with a s***-eating grin, & I was like .... "If you get rid of me, I'm taking all of the non-perishables I brought!" & then he blew up & screamed out: "Oh, I don't care!!!!" So, outraged & with adrenaline pouring out of my ears, I said .... "I ******* care!!!! I care!!!! - You, & yer bum son!! Yeah, a bum!!" - (Whoops!!) Lol - I could tell that I hurt his feelings, & he stormed back into his room, & went to bed. So the mother started in, & said "Don't you dare yell at my husband, I'll call the police!" & I just went back to my room upstairs, & the daughter came upstairs & I apologized to her about whut happened, & I talked to her about the situation, & she was very kind to me at that time, about the matter.

If that family is reading this, please accept my apologies for whut I said about yer son, Paul. I am sorry about that, & I ask that you please forgive me, for that.

I noticed that my X was eating large amounts of ice cream, & at her former dimensions of 5' 200+ lbs, it killed me to watch her make herself worse, & I would try to be sensitive about how I put it to her .... "look at your figure, Pam, yer gonna give yerself a heart attack ..." etc. I never hit her though. I'm not like that; I wasn't then, & I'm not like that, now. I'm a very calm person, & I think things through, before I react to a situation.

On many occasions, the mother would leave the bathroom, & I'd go in right after she would leave, & then I'd find s*** smeared over the top of the toilet seat. I'd ask the family politely,who left a mess on the toilet seat, & everyone would deny it, & make believe they knew not whut I was talking about. It really started to infuriate me, & make me absolutely sick t ono end. I really think that I was praying to be delivered from that hell-house, & I'm glad that God has really looked out for me, to this point.

The mother & her hubby were very accommodating towards me, throughout my dozen or so visits to her house. The mother at that time, was on several types of psychiatric medications, & she would just stop taking them for weeks at a time, which I didn't know would happen, until either she decided to come out & tell me, or I would figure it out from her unfriendly behavior towards me, at times. She would ge very angry at the dogs, when they started in to bark, she'd yell & scream at them; -- HUCK!!!! - LUCK!!!! G-damnit!!! ... etc ..... LOL Sometimes I viewed it as hilarious, but other times - & most times as a matter of fact, it got to be very, very obnoxious, & got to be very, very old. Lol

Strange ... a short time after I started to draw closer to Jesus, Pam's mother started to ignore me more of the time. She would say 'thank you' fewer times to me, as I continued to do stuff around the house for her & her family, & in the last few weeks that I was living in her little hell-house, Lol she she really began to profusely ignore me, & ignore me heavilly.

There was 1 time particularly, when the mother got pretty sick, & contracted the flu. (Influenza virus) I took care of her, while her hubby was in his own world, in the basement, playing his video games, did not show the slightest bit of care, in catering to his sick wife. I helped this woman get her fever down to a safe level, by preparing several cold wet towels for her to place around the back of her neck, so that while she was asleep, her fever would come down & stay below 103*, & it worked. - After she recovered, her husband came up the stairs from completely ignoring her in her sickened state, & she began to tell him "See if I ever f****** help you, if you f****** get sick!!" I over-heard this, & I was like ... Youch! Now, the husband was mentally not too swift; he was a bit slow, & she knew that when she married him, so I mean ... I felt sorry for the guy, & I know that he did not mean any harm in his actions at any time. It's much easier for me to forgive him, rather than for me to be able to completely forgive the mother, for the mental anguish & damage she caused me, psychologically. She deserves to be forgiven though, & I do forgive her. My heart gets in the way alot of times, but I really do forgive her.

The Mother's Cookout

One day in particular in around April, 2005, this woman had a cookout in her back yard, & was expecting her friends to come over, for the sunny day event. I peered out side the screen door to the back yard, where Pam & her mom were, & I yelled out to Pam: "Hey , Pam! - Tell yer mother, I'm going out to eat." So, then Pam returned in from the back yard from helping her mom, & she mentioned to me that her new boyfriend was coming over to the cook out, & then she coldly left me alone in her dad's room at the computer. I went out feeling infuriated, & frustrated. I approached her, & basically told her that it was not nice of her to have left me alone like the way she did, & she went into this 'pout mode,' where she sat on the toilet bowl (fully clothed) & she was half-crying, & talking to herself under her breath.

A Rude Awakening

Mid 04/2005 - I was sitting at the computer, typing an email to one of my friends, when all of the sudden, I heard the front doorbell ring. I had a sneaky suspicion that it was not going to be good, so I opened up the door, & sure enough, there they were ... 2 LCP (Lancaster City Police) cops. In shock, I met the first officer, a short skinny fellow at the time, introduced myself, & said I'm Andrew, & they came inside. His partner patted me down in the living room, to search if I had any weapons on me. He said: "turn around for me, & interlace yer hands behind yer head." So, I did whut he asked, & nervous, I assured them that I would cooperate with them, & asked them to take it easy, & that I knew that they were only doing their jobs, & I understood their positions. So, it went OK. The short fellow informed me that the mother was going to have me evicted, & that she did not want me on the premises. He expressed to me at the same time, that he thought it would have been better that she would have at least given me time to look for a new place to live first, but she resisted his suggestions, apparently.

As I looked through the front window of the house from across the living room, I saw Pam's big silent brother pacing back & forth on the long porch they had, swinging his hands back & forth from front to back motion, as if he was anxious about either getting rid of me via the cops, or knocking me out. Lol --

The 2 guys told me that they'd allow me to gather some things together, so that I would not leave the house with nothing, so they took me upstairs to gather a few things together, which was very merciful, & nice of them; I was very fortunate that they were kind enough to allow me the dignity of that at least, ya know? Such a sharp contrast to the way the mother was treating me. So, we got upstairs, & they're asking me questions about my likes of airplanes, as I had my airplane drawings up, on part of the slanted ceiling. They were very amenable, very patient with me, & may God bless them both, for that. After I got my stuff together in one of my rucksacks, we made our way downstairs, & before we got outside, the smaller fellow said to me to the effect that he did not want me to say anything to the mother the family. I should just go directly to his car which was parked across Wabank St. So, I followed his instructions, & did just that.

He got to the car, & opening the door, he said to me, "I'm sorry this is not more comfortable for you, it's a plastic seat, but that's all you got." Lol - It was fine, I didn't too much care at that point. I knew that he was mercifully taking me to the mission, where he had the staff on duty reserve a bed for me, & that was plenty good enough. I felt that it was the perfect time if ever, to be humble, so I was. A lot of people tend to harden there hearts to stuff like that, but I am thankful that my soul was settled enough, to have been humble. I really think that God played a huge part in that situation, to be totally honest with you.

As we pulled away from the hell-house (so to speak) Lol I didn;t look back. I was so freak'n disgusted ..... I just really hated that family for how they were dealing with me, & I looked forward. At that point, the cop got a call on his radio to respond t oa call down by the Conestoga Park, so he said to me that he would "let me off at the bridge to the Park, as nobody would mess with me there," & that he would "return in approx. 20 minutes to take me to the WSRM." I agreed, & I trusted him. So, we sped over to the Park after passing through a few hills, & there he let me off with my rucksack, & I waited, while standing, peering over the edge of the bridge.. In a creepy turn of events, I looked to my right, & there was Ester, her mother, driving her former red For Aerostar van past the entrance of the park, on there way to Wal Mart. You just know that I yelled out "**** - you, Esterrrrr!!!!" So, 25 minutes to a half an hour passed by, & I told a park ranger in his truck while he was on his way out, that I had a blood sugar problem that the cop told me he would pick me up in 20 minutes but was not there, so ... there was the cop right behind his car. The cop looked out of his driver's side window, & said "What's a matter, don't you trust me? I told you, I'd be back!" Lol - so, the both of us in a cheery mood at that point, I got into his patrol car, & this nice cop drove me over to the mission.

While riding through the more rough ghetto area of town to go to the mission, (Ithink that I recall riding through either Orange St., or perhaps the next street over, I'm not sure.) I was really getting nervous, & I said to him that I was never in this situation, & I was really concerned. The cop said to me: "Yer gonna be fine dude, trust me."

The Water Street Rescue Mission (WSRM)

The cop pulled into the parking lot, (by the way, it was a Crown Vic cruiser. I like the details. Lol) & got on his cell phone, & told his partner: "I like this guy.. He's cool." That made me feel really good inside, & may God bless him & his family richly for that help he gave me! I am so grateful to God, that He sent them my way, instead of some bullying cops, - & believe me, there are a lot of them, out there!

After the cop brought me to the hidden doorway of the mission, I walked inside, & I started in to cry that I miss my dog - a basset hound .... & I was a bit teary-eyed. The 2 front desk guys were black guys, very nice individuals indeed, but were indifferent to my sorrow. I was a damned mess, in the midst of mental anguish & turmoil, thinking that I was condemned to death. Oi!! I really thought that I was going to be expelled in a few days & left to rot in some dark alley, with no help either from my family, or anyone else. I was in very very serious trouble, on the inside, & I saw the situation, as diar! - I had no more apartment in So. Orange, NJ, & I was in this weird city of Lancaster, PA, where I knew no one, I had like ... no friends ... no "family," & I certainly had no "girlfriend," who probably could have helped me immediately, if I was with a good woman, but wasn't. Pam had a sensitive heart, but her mother was in charge of the show, so ... that was really that. It was apparent to me that my X at that time had some slight issues with self-esteem & depression as well as a cold side for siding with her mom, to have me booted out to the curb, but she did have a good heart for the most part, & I have compassion for her, & hope that she's doing well. I certaily do not wish whut happened to me, to happen to her. Her mom, although I forgive her ... I dunno. But Pam ... Nah, I don't wish that on her.

I walked around the corner to call my Aunt T. collect, who lived in Manhasset, LI, & I told her whut happened. She called my mother, & my mother called Social Security for me, to tell them to put a stop to the checks that I was getting at the time, so that this wicked woman could not steal my money from me, by capturing my checks from the govt, as it was still on the mailing list to go to her address. I spoke to my uncle as well. My aunt married a very wealthy guy, who is now my uncle. He's a funeral parlor director, & is quite rich He said to me "Whut do you want me to do, Andrew?" Now take note, that something inside of me was telling me (my conscience, or a guardian angel, perhaps?) To stay.. It was telling me: "C'mon, stay. Give this place a try." Besides that, I could not possibly bring myself to ask him to move me anywhere, & I certainly did not want to go back to rip-off NJ - & not without my dog Huckleberry, especially. I said to my uncle Bernard: "I don't know, umm ... I'll tough it out. - I better go, they're calling for chapel, now. We're supposed to be there." So, we hung up, & I hurried off to chapel, for the 7:30 PM service, which was to last for 1/2 hr. Then, we had to be in the emergency shelter, by 8:p.m, for the breathalizer test, which they give all residence at the mission, to make sure that no one enters the shelter inebriated.

That was one of the rules there, & another rule there at the mission, was that everyone had to take a shower before bed every night, if they expected to stay there. There was plaenty of room, & they even had a washer & dryer for the guys, so ... it was decent, basic, & a blessing. There were a motley bunch of us over there in the shelter, & I made some really nice friends during my brief stay over there. Lol God bless them. There was a mix of Puerto Rican, black, & American guys over there. We had some good laughs at times, & it was so much better, than sleeping on a park bench, out n the elements, lemme tell you! I'm so grateful that I've never had to go through that, - or worse!

That night after the service was over, I felt spiritually very sick ... I was like really tormented, & the worst case scenario, actually happened. I was homeless!! A bum!! - A Jewish bum at that, & worse than that, A Jewish bum in a Christian Evangelical type of shelter!! - Eeeek!! I was absolutely sickened by whut had happened, I was in shock, in a state of disbelief, mortified, & could not imagine why it happened, & kept on tossing over & over in my head whut lead up to that point.. Every other minute, I would look around the chapel, to make sure that it was only a bad dream, & that I was really with my dog Huck, & not here, in this Christian religious institution. So, the service ended, & as the people emptied out of the chapel, I began to cry, & sob, there in my chair. This big guy came over to me, put his hand on my shoulder, & told me that it was going to be alright, & yelled out across the chapel, to get a 'chaplain,' to talk to me. So, I waited, & this chaplain came up to me, & knelt down, & I told him whut had happened, & he said to me "so... basically, you feel rejected." I recall vaguely that he mentioned to me that Jesus was also rejected, but Jesus Christ really did not register in my mind, at that point. I was still in a state of mental turmoil, disbelief at the whole situation, tormented emotionally, & I basically felt like I was condemned to death. It was very nerve-wracking. I was in serious need of psychiatric counseling which got after I moved out eventually, but at that time, I was seriously mentally beaten up.

I distinctly recall walking into the shower area of the mission in the emergency shelter at night, & looking out through the window, into the dark alley. I thought about nothing but my dog that whole entire time, & how would try to get him back, but I also knew that I could not afford to get him back, as I was yet unemployed, practically broke, & was really dependent upon the niceties of others, & I hated that! My manhood was really turned into a freak'n joke, & it was absolutely humiliating. I was never homeless before in my entire life, although I was in a rescue mission, I was never in such a thing before, & hope to God that I am never in such a circumstance again, although at this point in my life, I would know how to handle it better but I'll tell you why, later on in this story.

For those of you who've never been through something like that, where you've never been forcibly removed from yer home & removed from yer loved one or yer loved & treasured pet dog, you will never know whut that's like. There's nothing really worse, than that. I felt like my soul was on fire ... like I was just throne away, & trashed, basically. It was something that I'll never forget, & although perhaps I was partially to blame for the whole debacle, I was not totally responsible for it, & it was hell on earth, for me.

I made my way over to the emergency shelter, & I was absolutely broken & wounded by the whole affair, I was still sobbing in my mind, but not in front of all the guys, certainly. I was a mess. All my stuff was still at this nasty woman's house, & I had very little access-rights to my stuff, & she did not permit me to see my dog, except when I arranged later through her daughter, (my 'X' Pam) to come over to retrieve a few things & take them over to the mission.

The Turning Point

I recall going to chapel 1 night particularly, & I thought that I would make an attempt to go up to the front of the chapel where the speaker was asking if anyone wanted to be saved, to come up.. So, I went up, all dressed in black as black is still to this day my favorite color, & I said the sinner's prayer,' or a variant of it, & really did not feel any different, on the inside. I'm not sure if I was spiritually saved truly, but I went up, & professed before the lot of the homeless people in the chapel, that I accepted Christ. I do not remember whut month or day it was, though.

Now, I was at the mission from 04/2005 - early 07/2005. Shortly after I decided to profess my belief in Christ officially at the mission, I received a call from my case worker, who informed me, that she had found an apartment for me, & that she wanted to take me up to have a look at it. So, I met up with her at her office, & she told me that she really did not have to do it, & that she did not have the time to have done this, & I was grateful, indeed. She was a good counselor of mine, & did the very best that she could, to help the people in her huge case-load.

07/11/2005 - Time To Move Out Of The Mission, & Into The New Apt.!

My landlords were very nice to me then, as they still are, to this very day. I moved in to the top floor of my building, on the 3rd floor, to a 2.5 bedroom apt., all by myself, living for the 1st time in my life, all by myself, with no roommates. It was in the heat of the summer, when I moved in there ... no phone ... my stuff was still all over at my X's house, but would eventually get most of my belongings & clothes back, within the following month, or so.

The first time I had the keys to this apt., I'll never forget the 1st time I left the WSRM to crash here, cutting my ties to the mission. It was awesome, but I was a little bit nervous. The only thing that was in here, was a coffee table, & the X tenant's old stuff all over the place, but it was primarily a few boxes of her stuff, & a few bits of furniture, which the old tenant later changed her mind, & took back, by the end of the month.

The apartment building itself is a hundred years old, & it's one of these old connected old buildings, on E. New St, here in Lancaster. Look it up, you'll see whut it looks like. It has a set of stairs that went up to the 2nd floor, & then 1 step as I turned sharply to my left around the Bannister. At the end of the short hallway, to my right, there is the 2nd floor apt. front door. To my sharp left, there was my door, to the 3rd floor. After opening the door, there is a steep flight of stairs that leads up to the main apt.,. the kitchen is directly ahead of the stair case. 2 steps lead into the kitchen, but as I make my sharp left turn to go into the main apt., there is 1 step that I have to climb. Directly ahead after climbing that 1 step to go into the main part of the apt., there is a medium sized room , & the room to the right of it, is a fairly small storage room. Adjoining to those rooms, is my room, which I chose to be my main room these days, but back them when I 1st got up here, I resided temporarily, in the room straight ahead of me, from the stair case & 1st. step.

I noted that there was this old-looking padded chair, similar in style to old T.V character Archy Bunker's old chair that he used in the old television show from the 70's, "All In The Family," only mine was a light blueish, color. Come night time, I propped up the chair against the wall in the front of the apt., & in the storage room right next door to my temporary room, was a fan, set up high upon the ceiling. It was a bit off balance, & later the following year, actually wound up throwing a blade, do to the oscillating motion, which caused metal fatigue in the arm of the fan. Anyway, When I turned on the ceiling fan, it made a rather loud clicking sound, which went: - "Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp!" Lol I had n lights in he apt., temporarily, until I started to go shopping for stuff, a little bit at a time, so it was pretty dark, in there.

At night, I was plagued by thoughts of people trying to kill me, as I've never lived alone before, & that did not make it any easier on my thoughts, anyway; ya'nah'mean?' I recall sitting in this chair, with it tilted back against the wall in the hot apt., tryn'a get to sleep, with the sound of that fan in the background, going: "Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp! Ka-blapp!" Lol

Whut My building Is Close To(!)

Remember that I mentioned in the top part of this story my friend Reverand H? Well, as weird circumstances have it, I only live like 2 blocks west of that church! - Weird! I would have never dreamed in a million years that when I visited that church a few years ago in 2004 with the family of those people whom I lived with on Wabank St., that I would have lived so close to where this whole strange affair was in the midst of going. there's an old worldly saying: "Truth is stranger than fiction." Ya know whut? Iss true!

Unexpected Guests

The 1 thing I noticed when I got up here, was that there were these strange insects that appeared on my walls every so often. They're a specific breed of centipede, which I later learned will bite you! -- EEK!! This breed is reddish-brown in color, & it's a very bony-looking unpleasant looking thing that has 24 legs, & moves quickly. I primarily saw this creature on my walls at different times, & it resembled a smaller variant of the creature from the old Vincent Price movie: "The Tingler!" LOL This is not an attractive looking creature. It's scary-looking to me, & I hate it, above of all the insects. The thing juss looks menacing! So ... I'd come home, & find this thing on one of m walls, & it would just sit there, & then a few minutes later, it would travel the perimeter of the room, or would crawl down the wall, over the base board, & across the floor. Lol During the past year & a half, I've been using "Ortho's Home Defense Max," which has really done a great job of stopping them, & preventing them from wanting to enter my abode. Lol

My Stuff

My 'X' girlfriend Pam had some of her friends bring my stuff over to my apt., & they were nice guys, although they refused to carry my stuff upstairs for me, so I had a ton of heavy-ass boxes all over the porch, left to carry it all upstairs in the horrible mid-July heat. They didn't wanna carry it upstairs, cuz' I simply did not have the money to cover a huge moving bill, but I did pay the three guys for their delivering my stuff to my apt. At least I was honest & respectful enough of their work, to have paid them for that, you 'nah'mean?' Eventually though, my nice 1st floor Puerto Rican neighbors helped me with my stuff, so I was very grateful.

The Temp Agencies

I recall trying a number of different temp agencies, & at that time, I was very urgently trying to pursue work, through them. I went all over the place trying to seek employment, & a few of them came through for me, but only with very short, very temporary, very short-lived.. One of them particularly, made their clients show up to the agency 1st before work to check in & sign in, & then we would have to take the bus to work, or get to work via our own ways. It was a real ball-breaker, & got to be very inconvenient & annoying, to have to do that, all the time.

I eventually found several other temp agencies, which by the end of that year in 2005, I was a part of approximately 12 of them. Only 2 of them eventually found me employment -- barely, & not hardly that often, maybe 4 times all together during the past year per year, but that was it. One of the agencies found me a good job (in theory) at Kunzler's Hot Dog plant on Manor St. here in Lancaster, but the smell was so terrible, & I was still so plagued with the thoughts of the loss of ownership of my dog, that I constantly felt like falling to pieces & crying in front of everyone, & I was too over-sensitive to deal with the loads of a full-time job, & it took the 2nd nasty supervisor at the plant, to finally break me, & cause me to walk off the job. The pressure was just too much for me to bear at that time mentally, & I couldn't handle it. Besides that, the smell was so terrible & so wreaked of rancid hot dogs, that I felt like throwing up, every time I got down stairs to the ham processing part of the plant. LOL - Omg ... I'm so glad those days are over with.

11/2006 - Final Approach

I think I recall that I came home 1 night in 11/06/2006, when the following happened:

*Miracles That Actually Happened To Me, In 11/2006! The Following is a TRUE Story. Read It, & Dare To Believe.*

In 11/2006, I came home one night, feeling broken, & beat down by the world. I was just about broke, I had no relationship with my family in the previous 5 years, & it was very poor anyway with them, so ... I also felt like ending my life right then & there, due to continuous thoughts of hopelessness, as well as other tormenting thoughts... social ´fears,´ as well as this unfounded fear that people were tryn´a kill me, in the middle of the night.

It was the weirdest thing; I felt ´compelled´ to just start praying. I said:

"OK, Jesus. Help me. You win. I can´t do this anymore. IF you´re real, You show me! Here I am ...... I´m sorry I cursed out my parents & for rejecting you. Here, look ... I´ll call my father to apologize to him .... (So, I called my dad to apologize to him, & after I called him up to leave him a message, I cried out): Look. You see? I told you! Where are you, Jesus? Help me, please. I can´t do this on my own anymore ... Please forgive me. Help me! I´m sorry I rejected you ..."

So I´m standing there with tears running down my face staring up at the ceiling as if I was ´expecting´ to hear from Him, or feel something, & I did! -- All of the sudden, I felt this overwhelming peace come over my entire body. -- The tormenting thoughts of hopelessness, & ending my life, INSTANTLY left my head, & was replaced by the soothing, comforting, & emotionally-stabilizing Holy Spirit. He instantly healed my bottom left rear molar, as well.

My right ankle was diseased; it used to lock up on me, an average of 10 times per month, & was stiff practically every other day, in that 5 year period. I had a medical condition called "Effusion" in the joint ... -- It instantly healed up, & when no other Dr. helped me because I had no insurance to cover an operation. I was snubbed & rejected in emergency rooms by several different "Dr..´s." - both in NJ, & here in PA. Not surprising, in this cold-blooded medical system! -- JC healed my ankle, when the world literally coldly turned it´s back on me. I was miraculously healed, in an instant! -- No psychiatrist, D.D.R (Dentist) or Dr. was ever able to make this happen for me, in my entire life. How interesting!! My torments fears & pains at that moment, completely vanished on the spot. ... I mean whut can I say? I am so impressed by the works that He has done in my life, that I must tell you about this, so that you too, can experience this, if you so desire.

Some Of My Old Habits, Prior To 11/2006

I used to draw airplanes all the time, since I was a little kid. I over-focused on them as I love aviation, & as an adult, I drew planes nonstop for an average of approximately 12 hours a day stuck in my strong-hold, not going anywhere in my pseudo-misery (so to speak), & after that moment in 11/2006, I just simply lost the compulsive urge, to draw all the time. The day after it happened, I recall noticing the partially unfinished drawing of a long train cartoon drawing of a partially-finished cartoon poster drawing that I was almost finished with, & when I tried to finish it, I distinctly remember having a great deal of trouble, trying to get the urge to complete the last car on the train, in the poster. Very strange,but true. Yer reading this from a guy that throughout his whole life, all he really cared about doing, was drawing airplanes, as many times as he could, day in & day out. It just ceased, all at once. No meds ... No counseling or "help" from some so-called "Dr." Amazing. Absolutely amazing. I would have never believed that such a thing was at all possible, if it didn´t happen to me, personally. This was not some phony-baloney televangelist put-on. This was an actual in the flesh, in yer face experience, & I attest to it to be the 100% truth, as factual.

The End Result

I can forgive people now, I´m not suicidal ... I´m not full of hate ... I´m not severely obsessed with my former passion of drawing airplanes day in & day out like I´ve been doing for my entire adult life prior to 11/2006, & I´ve gotten the relationship back with my parents, which means a whole hell of a lot to me. I went from being a selfish, vengeful, unforgiving individual, to having a sudden hunger for knowing more about this amazing deity that from what I used to hear so much about in the world throughout my life up to that point, was this dude who healed the blind, the lame, & the sick, 2000+ years ago.

Shortly before God brought healing to me & my soul, & saved my soul through JC, I used to be in counseling for severe hateful feelings I had towards everyone who wronged me, w/other bad thoughts, & at the moment that I was healed. It was the weirdest thing. I just knew that I was made right, by my faith in Him(!) When it happened, listen to this! -- I automatically went over to the phone, & canceled all of my planned future Dr.´s appointments. There simply was no more need to go to further sessions as I was not suicidal any longer ..... My hateful feelings simply vannished! I was not hateful of people any longer. It was all over. The tormenting thoughts that I grew up with since I was a toddler, the unreasonable fear of someone tryn'a kill me, in the middle of the night ... it was all over, as far as that went.

At that point, that´s when I suddenly put ´2 & 2 together´ as they say, once I received the Holy Spirit, & believed everything that was written in whut I now know to be the sovereign Word of the only living God. -- Also He is prophesied about, in the Old Testament! "The demons tremble at His name." Amen. Neat, huh?

Let me say, that anyone who tells you that the Holy Spirit of God, or His Son Jesus Christ does not exist, or that He does not heal, is nothing more than a liar, & a misleading snake, & are an anti-Christ, as warned of, in II PETER 2. I recommend the NKJV, as myself, & my other evangelical brothers & sisters agree on this variant. Check it out, sometime.

As far as the influence yer "friends" may have over yer decision, who cares whut yer "friends" think about it. Friends are fickle & generally independent, -- Especially those of em,' who are still heathen, their souls not having been born again, through Jesus Christ. I´ve got another astonishing revelation for ya ... People in general, are not yer judge, so remember that.

At this point, I´m a prayer warrior, in the Christian faith. He has shown me that He loves me for who I am, & most importantly, that He has forgiven me for my blasphemies, for the self-exaltations & pride in my heart. He's shown me that I´m now a partaker in His inheritance, & promised rest. He has given me the right to enter heaven not by my own might, but by God's grace & mercies. Just think ... if you open up your heart to him, He will do the same, for you too!

Behold:

JOHN 6 : 47 - 51

47    "Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes
in Me has everlasting life.
48    "I am the bread of life.
49    "Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness,
and are dead.
50    "This is the bread which comes down from
heaven, that one may eat of it, and not die.
51    "I am the living bread which came down from
heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live
forever; and the bread that I shall give is My flesh,
which I shall give for the life of the world."

                                                                  My Way Of Life

The life I lead goes like this: I witness to people around my town & tell others of the miracles that Jesus did for me. No, I´m not a pastor, but I do minister to people around the town from time to time of Jesus & who He is, & of the miracles that He performed in my life in 11/2006. In return, the Lord sends people my way to help me out with a variety of things, from time to time. (Food, little things like that ... etc.) That´s what´s called living BY FAITH. Through Faith in Jesus Christ are we healed, as what is spoken of, in the New Testament.

I would stake my life on it in a court of law, without any doubt, & I'd surely look that fleshly pagan jury in their eyes, & I'd gladly swear my testimony with my right hand on His Holy bible, as they have you do. - 7 I could care less, whether they believed me, or not. But in my heart of hearts which has been supernaturally turned around by Him through His miracles in my life, I know with absolute certainty, that it actually happened. I'm at a point now, where I could not possibly care any less about whut the world thinks of me & my testimony, because the general unbeliever was not there with me when it happened, the general unbeliever in the world does not know whut it was like to grow up tormented & to have been supernaturally delivered from those torments, virtually in an instant by calling out the name that the world naturally hates, which is ... Jesus. Ya see, the only thing that the world knows how to do & do well, is to judge & condemn others. People in general have a natural compulsion to heavily criticize & condemn other people, no matter whut the situation is, am I right? - Sure, I am! How do I know this? Because I used to be one of those people who since I was a teenager, used to make fun of Christians, at times. I used to be an Agnostic, think'n that there was probably a 'God,' but viewed Him more as a terrorist, for letting a lot of terrible things happen, & I used to make lots of excuses in my own mind, as to why I should just stick with my 'own' thing. Doing things the best possible way that could, & just hoping that I'd get some type of 'lucky' break with employment at a major corporation like Boeing, or perhaps some other aerospace manufacturer, but it never happened. I was really just spinning my wheels in my own misery, going no where, & although I'm no richer than I was prior to the miracles which happened to me in 11/06/2006, spiritually, I am wealthy. I'm healed, & although a get a slight cold once in a while, it does not phase me, really.

Other Uninvited Guests!

One night, I was in my kitchen & I look down, & saw this big, fat dark grey mouse shoot out from underneath the refrigerator, & it scared the bleep'n hell out'a me! That was the 1st time I ever had a mouse problem, anywhere I've ever lived... I later learned that these mice would come in from around the perimeter of the holy building, & make their way in through the basement, & then on up, through the building up to my 'flat.' I was not the least bit thrilled about these things come'n up stairs, & surprising the crap out'a me in the middle'a the night, & the landlords had no idea where they were entering in from, but eventually, my landlord removed the stove from it's place, & found a huge gaping hole in the wall. I was like; "A-HA!" Some how, they managed to climb up & down the couple of stairs within my main apt., & invade the rest of my apt., scurrying around in the middle of the night.

The Call To The Police ... About My Mouse! LOL

Yes, thass right! LOL - Not having been experienced in vermin, & afraid of the fact that they would try to bite me & give me rabies, I actually made a call in to the police dept., to have them send a patrol car over, to get an officer to kill the freak'n thing. Lol So, the dispatch operator said basically, that if they had an extra car available, they would send someone over.

I got a call from this corporal, who let me know that he was on his way over. I awaited this guy on my front porch some time in the early hours of the morning, & when he parked, he got out of the car & said to me: "You called?" I was like ... "Yup!" Lol He was a middle-aged guy who looked like the movie actor Christopher Loyd! LOL Would you believe he actually talked like him, too? Lol It was the funniest thing... After we got upstairs, I took him into the storage room. Extending his black metal button, he exclaimed to me: "I have a house & garage out in the country, & believe me, I'm not too crazy about em,' either, so if I see it, I'm just warn'n ya,' I'm gonna start swing'n, Jack!" LOL It was so hard to keep from laughing at his mannerisms. Lol - He was nervous, expecting for this thing to come run'n out across the floor, & he would have beat the s*** out of it, if he'd'a seen it! LOL He was nervously tapping my boxes & bags in the room, & it looked hysterical to me.

Spiritual Wickedness? You Bet!

Being led by the Holy Spirit, I felt compelled to go & witness in front of St. Anthony of Padua Catholic church here in Lancaster, PA. So, pulling my 2 bike trailers on a gloomy day on Palm Sunday. In 04/2008, I pedaled myself up through the city of Lancaster, PA to the church, parked it on the front right side of the facility. As I passed by the front beautiful-looking facade of the church, I noticed 2 statues, facing out towards Orange St. A statue of Jesus Christ, & one of the virgin mother Marry. I unloaded 2 of my giant posters which I usually use to witness to people with; one is of the lake of fire, the other one is of my testimony of the miracles that He performed in my life.

I proceeded to enter the church through the front door, & there was this gorgeous marble lobby. I proceeded to unravel my testimony, & there was an elderly gentleman, who had nothing to say to me, but then came in an elderly woman, who said to me as she walked up to me, "did you get permission from the priest" to do this? I boldly said: "No, I have permission from the holy Spirit to do this." So, hating whut she heard, she came up to me in my face, & yelled out to me: "Please leave!" I was shocked. I heard of the Catholic church as generally being a spiritually-dead institution, so it then confirmed that at least this catholic parishioner was indeed, spiritually dead. She said to me again, right up to my face: "Please leave!" So I said to her: "Why do you bother coming to church?" So, feeling ashamed & disappointed to mention His name, she looked down & barely muttered under her arrogant voice: "Jesus" I said, "Oh, really? Then why are you so full of hate?" She said: "Please leave!" So I rolled up my poster, & made my way out of the door, & on my way out I turned around to her, looked at the guy & I said to him, "you ought to be ashamed of yourself." & To the nasty old woman: "This church is dead! - Spiritually dead!" & then the wicked old woman slammed the door of the church in my face, & I stood in the rain with my laminated posters in the front of the church, & as the dead came pouring out holding their palm leaves in the shape of a cross, I was completely ignored. I mentioned to a few of them who looked at me, 'God bless you,' & got a smile or two from those few, but the rest, could not bare to look at me, or even to glance down to whut I was holding.

I let a person or two know that their cross-shaped palms looked great, but if they did not have Jesus in their hearts, they would be going into the lake of fire. They pretty much ignored me, but thass OK.

I noticed that the priest looked at me, through th window of th church, gave me a real s***-eating grin, turned around, & walked away, disappearing from view. 10 minutes later, either this so-called "priest," or that wicked old woman called the police on me. So the patrol car pulled up in front of the church, 1 officer exitted the vehicle, came over to me, & said to me: "Whut's this?" I said to him that I was merely sharing my testimony of the miracles that Jesus did in my life, & explained everything that transpired in the lobby of this so-called "church." So, the guy went inside & spoke to this wicked "priest" & possibly to the elderly woman, & came back out. He said to me very kindly "This is private property, & would like to ask that you at least move your stuff outside of the boundaries of the church." I was astounded I didn't go to jail, but was relieved at the same time. He also said: "& Do a good job with yer posters!" LOL I shook his hand, & said, "No problem, officer, & God bless you!" I was filled with joy, that God had protected me from jail, or a vicious cop - which he was not, by any means. - He was very respectful, very polite, indeed, & that He saw that I was acting as a faithful servant, not being abusive to anyone, & obeying the authorities, as the God's word clearly tells us to do, anyway. Lol Alleluia! Lol

Approximately 15 minuted or so after the wonderful officer left, my dignity, respect - for the officer & for myself still intact, here's the next little neatly wrapped gift the Catholic church threw at me:

Indoctrination Time! LOL

I noticed off in the distance from all the way across the street a block away, this young guy, probably in his late twenties, was walking with great big strides, charging over acros the street with authority, & in his hand, he had some objects, & a small brief or black folder of some kind, I can't remember to well, but anyway, he said to me: "You've got guts, doi'n this. Wow. A lot of guts." Whut he really meant to say behind that comment, was more like - Who in the hell do you think you are, showing people how to get the Holy Spirit in front of this church! - I mean ... Why would I deduce tis, Well ... look at whut happened! Put 2 & 2 together, ya know? He was a little bit short with me, anyway, as I could tell from his tone of voice, so I was right!! Lol - He said to me: "Do you do this in front of a Protestant churches? Do you do this in front of any Methodist church? Do you do this in front of a Lutheran church? Is your goal to indoctrinate people into the Protestant religion?" I said: "No, of course not. My only goal is to share with people my testimony of the miracles that Jesus did in my life in November of 2006." He had no idea whut to say to me, but the only thing he did know whut to say instead, was to tell me again: "You got guts, man!" Before he walked away off into the church, he said to me: "Here's some CDs on the Catholic faith. It's unabashedly Catholic." LOL Can you believe that? 1st the Catholic "church" tries to have me thrown in jail for sharing the gospel with people & how to attain the Holy Spirit, then the priest sends over to me this guy to try to indoctrinate me, into the Catholic religion. Lol (I was like ... you gotta be kidding me...) So, I accepted the CDs that this dude had, & he left, but after he disappeared inside the building, I threw em' out, in the trash. I was like ... no thanks!

Demonic Attack? I Think So!

I prceeded to pack up my whole shtick, & pedal down to my drop-in center, & got there, just in time to have some type of rice dish. A minute after I ate it, I began to feel really nauseous. The nausea disappeared for a little bit, but kept reappearing, & I went home, in the rain.

When I got home, I started in to feel nauseous again, & felt like I wanted to sleep it off, felt like I could just sleep it off. I woke up a few hours later, feeling sloshing" in my stomach, indicating that my digestion had stopped, due to possible food poisoning. I began to feel a bit worse, & sat on the pot for like 10 minutes, & then I got the cold-sweats, which as I remember from growing up, was a prelude to a major barf-attack. Lol I wound up puking like 6 times, & then my nausea disappeared, on the spot. Weird! My mother seems to think I had food poisoning, but considering where I had been & whut had happened to me that same day, I felt otherwise. My Pastor seems to feel that there was a very good chance that it was a demonic attack for my approaching a dead church with the gospel, & I feel compelled to concur with that. I just do not view matters as mere coincidence anymore, especially when it comes to the things of heaven, or hell. Since the spiritual blinders' have been removed, I've had the ability to actually put 2 & 2 together, & figure out that all this stuff of demons & of God & the like, was based on fact, not science fiction.

When I got home later that day, or I think it may have been the next day, I left the guy who tried to indoctrinate me a message, & prayed for him on his answering machine. He called me back with thanks, so that was kool. He was afraid to read my testimony, but, I'm really not too surprised at that. In the circumstance tht it was, it was like drilling on a bad tooth, which was in need of a root canal. The people I came acroos simply dd not like when the gospel was presented, & they flatly rejected it, some more violently than the others.

A wonderful young woman came out of the side of the church in the rain & came over to me with a few homemade cookies. She was like, "I thought you would like to try some. We made them downstairs, in the kitchen." I was very thankful, & shook her hand, & then she left.

Whut Is My New, Primary, & Only Job?

My job as a true follower of Christ is to plant a seed, & the Lord ministers to people's hearts. That's the side that we have chosen to take, after God has led us by the hand to His Son the Annointed One, & the job that a guy like me will stick with, no matter whut the world throws at me, or no matter how many people decide to reject me. I am a soldier of Christ, a priest & a king for His kingdom. This will not change no matter how many people complain about it, cry about it, & get angry at me for doing it. The side that the wicked has thusfar chosen to be on in their disbelief, is to reject & make believe that Jesus does not exist. Therefore, they are led not by His Holy Spirit, but by demonic influence, & in the case of alot of afflicted people out there, by an actual demon. Some of those types have willingly given themselves over to Satan, or to his demons.

I primarilly target the broken-hearted & the beat-down, wheather they are welthy, or wheather they're poor. If I see that they're tormented & upset, I'll approach that person, listen to them, get them a drink or something like that, & then witness to them of the miracles that I've experienced. I do this at the compulsion of the holy Spirit, & in most occasions, I resist pressure from the world in general, when they try to get me to stop. how interesting, huh? See, the pagan world loves to shove their homosexual behaviors & pornographies upon the lot of us - including the faithful, but they can't stand hearing the word of God. Well, too bad! - Tough. As a soldier of Christ, I will carry out my duties as a member of his Holy army, & will not relent, because some cry-baby pagan can't stand the truth. Wisdom is required in performing these duties; yes indeed, but I am not a coward when it comes to carrying out my duties about ministering His Holy word to the unbeliever. Do I "twist arms"? (so to speak) No. My job is merely to plant a seed with telling people that God & His Son love them very much, & then to witness to them, but then God would have to minister to their hearts, as He is the only one who, can lead an unbeliever to His Son. That's how He dealt with me, as I was not able to just wake up one morning, & suddenly just 'decide' to come to the Lord.

How To Discern The Goat (Unbeliever) From A Sheep (Believer)

The goat's behavior, is as follows:

1) The inability to assume responsibility for hurting other peope's feelings or the inability of a person to admit that they make mistakes. the other sign is that a person is simply unable to humble themself, & ask Him for forgiveness of their sins, as a lot of unbelievers simply feel that they "do not sin," as a family member of mine, once stated. This is earmarked with pride, & haughty behavior; self-exalting themself, above Him, or His New & Everlasting Covenant.

2) Merciless, pittiless, or totally insensitive behavior towards another person, or to animals in general.

3) The inability to hear of Jesus christ, without the person cringing & walking away, & the person may feel compelled to react angrilly. -- Angry at whut, you ask? - Angry at His name, because He has the only name to have power over Satan & his demons. No other name on God's good earth has such power.

4) Compulsive, fight-starting attitude, & Attacking the faithful, for their faith in Him

5) Firing someone, just because they mention their belief in Jesus christ on the job. My feeling on that is, even if the worker is performing his/her duties on the job, why would you feel compelled to suddenly fire that individual? Is there something you hate hearing? Does something specifically offend you? Have you been hurt by something that you've heard about the gospel -- even though it had been put to you gently?

6) No respect for God's Holy clergy

7) Deliberately taking God's living word, & twisting the scriptures, in an effort to mislead others, to prevent them from knowing the truth. - This most wicked action inspired of Satan does not go unnoticed, for whomever does this, & they do not repent of this, & humble themselves to come to Him to ask forgiveness, they will be crying & begging for their eternal lives at the Great White Throne Judgment, on that great day. The smoke of their torments shall rise to the throne of Jesus, for all eternity, with no hope of ever seeing heaven, or ever havig any relief frm the wormthat does not die, or where the fire is never quenched.

8) Blaspheming God's blemishless Holy Spirit. - This is the 1 unforgiveable sin, besides accepting the mark of the beast, or the number of his name, as mentioned in THE REVELATION of Jesus Christ. - Don't do it, if you have a brain in yer head!

The 1 really impoirtant thing for a soldier of Christ to remember, is that without love in our hearts, it will get us practically no where, & will be a crutch to our efforts to reach people in the world; to reach the general unbeliever. They will not be able to tell whut makes us so different from the heathen, & will see no reason to feel the spiritual 'itch' to come over to the winning team, on the side of Jesus, & His holy troops.