rodneyo1974
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SIN. I wanted to be Free. I disobeyed The Lord when He told me "Don't go". It was an invitation, by Christians to go eat. My life with God was as if I'd stepped into the book of Acts....
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. Once my father snuck into our house, he put a loaded pistol in my hand and told me to shoot my sisters and my mother, it was crazy. Through 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 through another day.
At 16 (1974) I started to sense a need in my life, an emptiness that I couldn't explain. I knew I had to find God/Jesus, but who was HE? I had no idea where to find HIM. I went to the local library to find books concerning world religions, and God. At the library I met an ex-hippie (Gary Osborn). He noticed the books I was checking out and decided to share the message with me. Gary invited me to pray in the back of his V.W. I remember saying "God forgive me for my sins, and whatever you have for me I want it all". 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 as I walked home I thanked Him over and over.
Before I asked Jesus into my heart, I never heard voices, I never drank, and I never did drugs, but one week after meeting Jesus while in the middle of my last class, a voice, just as clear, as someone standing next to you, spoke, to 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; I slept in the living room on an old couch. When I woke it was early and I decided to turn on the TV, to watch my favorite cartoon, the roadrunner. I turned on the TV, got up and looked outside, everything was so beautiful, which I found to be odd, but delightful. I sat back down on the couch, to watch the cartoon, and as I did so suddenly, I was somewhere else.
I was sitting at a long-rough-hewn table, in front of me was God, I couldn't see him, to my left was Satan, him I could see (he looked like a very handsome man, but very big) then to my right 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 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 TV with the cartoon still on. I didn't know what had happened; I'd never experienced anything like that, I KNEW GOD loved me.
I decided I needed to get a bible, I went to a bookstore and I got the largest family bible Id ever seen, with pictures and everything. I was so happy. That night The lord said, "Read Matthew 5." I had to look in the contents; I didn't know where Matthew was. When I found it and started too read, the words seemed as if they just jumped off the page, they seemed to come alive, and fill me, with hope, love, joy, and peace.
This “word” thing changed as time went on. The Lord would speak to me about people or direct me to talk to them. It seemed my life with God was as if I had stepped into the book of Acts. What do I mean by that? Here is an example:
It's 1974 I am out hitchhiking and several cars pass by. I see a large sedan approaching, it's full of kids my age. As the car gets near, The Lord says to me this one, "say pullover". As soon as I say those words, the car looks as though the driver is going to pass me by, but he pulls sharply to the right, and slams on the breaks, as if he couldn't help but do so. I lean forward, look into the car, and see the back bench seat is full, of guys and girls, 6 kids in total. The front seat has room, closest to the passenger door. I get in and say Hi, God is going to bless you guys for picking me up.
The car takes off. My destination is 20 minutes south. At first I don't intend on saying anything. I just figure God is indeed going to bless them somehow in the future for being nice to me. But 5 minutes later, The Lord speaks to me. He says "Tell them that I am going to share secrets with you, about their lives". As soon as I say that, my eyes fix on one of the girls in the back seat. As I speak to her, she burst into tears, her body shaking with emotion, sobs that almost made me want to cry too. She said "how did you know that, no one knew about that" I said I didn't know, God knew, He told me, because He loves you. These were not simple, things someone could guess.
These were very private, personal, details about their lives. This happened with 5 of the 6 kids. It didn't happen to the driver. In that 20 minute drive all 5 kids came to Jesus. This was almost a daily kind of event for me, not exactly the same, I mean not always a car, sometimes an office building, God would say "Go sit by that guy".
I can't post the full story here, so here is a link... See my Profile Link. https://x.com/RodneyMay74
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. Once my father snuck into our house, he put a loaded pistol in my hand and told me to shoot my sisters and my mother, it was crazy. Through 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 through another day.
At 16 (1974) I started to sense a need in my life, an emptiness that I couldn't explain. I knew I had to find God/Jesus, but who was HE? I had no idea where to find HIM. I went to the local library to find books concerning world religions, and God. At the library I met an ex-hippie (Gary Osborn). He noticed the books I was checking out and decided to share the message with me. Gary invited me to pray in the back of his V.W. I remember saying "God forgive me for my sins, and whatever you have for me I want it all". 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 as I walked home I thanked Him over and over.
Before I asked Jesus into my heart, I never heard voices, I never drank, and I never did drugs, but one week after meeting Jesus while in the middle of my last class, a voice, just as clear, as someone standing next to you, spoke, to 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; I slept in the living room on an old couch. When I woke it was early and I decided to turn on the TV, to watch my favorite cartoon, the roadrunner. I turned on the TV, got up and looked outside, everything was so beautiful, which I found to be odd, but delightful. I sat back down on the couch, to watch the cartoon, and as I did so suddenly, I was somewhere else.
I was sitting at a long-rough-hewn table, in front of me was God, I couldn't see him, to my left was Satan, him I could see (he looked like a very handsome man, but very big) then to my right 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 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 TV with the cartoon still on. I didn't know what had happened; I'd never experienced anything like that, I KNEW GOD loved me.
I decided I needed to get a bible, I went to a bookstore and I got the largest family bible Id ever seen, with pictures and everything. I was so happy. That night The lord said, "Read Matthew 5." I had to look in the contents; I didn't know where Matthew was. When I found it and started too read, the words seemed as if they just jumped off the page, they seemed to come alive, and fill me, with hope, love, joy, and peace.
This “word” thing changed as time went on. The Lord would speak to me about people or direct me to talk to them. It seemed my life with God was as if I had stepped into the book of Acts. What do I mean by that? Here is an example:
It's 1974 I am out hitchhiking and several cars pass by. I see a large sedan approaching, it's full of kids my age. As the car gets near, The Lord says to me this one, "say pullover". As soon as I say those words, the car looks as though the driver is going to pass me by, but he pulls sharply to the right, and slams on the breaks, as if he couldn't help but do so. I lean forward, look into the car, and see the back bench seat is full, of guys and girls, 6 kids in total. The front seat has room, closest to the passenger door. I get in and say Hi, God is going to bless you guys for picking me up.
The car takes off. My destination is 20 minutes south. At first I don't intend on saying anything. I just figure God is indeed going to bless them somehow in the future for being nice to me. But 5 minutes later, The Lord speaks to me. He says "Tell them that I am going to share secrets with you, about their lives". As soon as I say that, my eyes fix on one of the girls in the back seat. As I speak to her, she burst into tears, her body shaking with emotion, sobs that almost made me want to cry too. She said "how did you know that, no one knew about that" I said I didn't know, God knew, He told me, because He loves you. These were not simple, things someone could guess.
These were very private, personal, details about their lives. This happened with 5 of the 6 kids. It didn't happen to the driver. In that 20 minute drive all 5 kids came to Jesus. This was almost a daily kind of event for me, not exactly the same, I mean not always a car, sometimes an office building, God would say "Go sit by that guy".
I can't post the full story here, so here is a link... See my Profile Link. https://x.com/RodneyMay74
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