The Touron

[Annwas Adeniwac]

Ok, I posted this on a whim, but I thought it was worth a shot. It's mainly for Christians - "testimony" is a sort of Christianese word - but for anyone else as well. For Christians, how did you meet Christ? How did you come to know God? For anyone else out there whose not Christian, how did you choose your religion? What led you to Wicca, or Buddhism, or whatever? I am simply curious. I like to hear about people's pasts and what has led them to become who they are today. After all, isn't that all we are? The sum of our expiriences?
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"We are such stuff as dreams are made of..."
Annwas

[Kiba-kun]

Basicly why are you were you are today, for the most part. Why do you believe like you do. ::whisper whisper:: I think we pretty much know everyone here, so um.... go advertize!

Also, as a side note I would perfer no comments on anyone's testemony unless they say it's ok, as what you say can have a deeper impact than what you think.

Anyway, I because a Christian when I was about 4, the only thing I really remember is going into my room and hiding under my blanket preying for Juese to come live with me in my heart (at least I think I remember that, my mom told me I did so I believe her). Though being 4 I didn't understand what it really meant to be a Christian. When I was at least like 11 or 12, when I went to an Aquire the Fire tour and that like caused me to think more about it. I really only really started to understand when I started going to the youth group at my church and went to the study groups and what not. I've kind of gone up and down in my relationship with God recently because of relationships with certain friends; most of those problems are over with now and I feel I've grown because of them, and because of God being there with me yet I have trouble keeping regular with Bible studies and what not. That's my next thing I need to work on.

Ok, there you go, I think I kinda strayed a bit at the end since this is like my third time, if that, giving a testimony.
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"I can explain it for you, but I can't understand it for you."

[The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle. That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable]

[Annwas Adeniwac]

I was raised in a half-Christian household. Some members of my family were Christian, and some were not. I declared that I was saved at the age of four, but that really meant nothing. It was never real, not ever to me. The, when I was twelve years old, in December of 2001, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. It was hard on all of us when she began treatment. Over a year later, at her last treatment, her chemotherapy was overdosed. She was rushed to ICU and stayed there for over two weeks. Since my father would not leave her hospital bedside, I was sent to live with my best friend and her family. I was given my mother’s cell phone so my father could keep in contact with me, and I still remember terrifyingly clearly the night that cell phone rang with my father’s broken spirit on the other end to tell me that all the doctors said that my mother - the woman that raised me, my closest friend and confident – would not survive the night. I remember crawling under the blankets that night in shock. I cried silently, not knowing what to do or where to go. Then a thought struck me, and I began to pray to a God that I doubted was even real. I whispered to Him for hours, begging Him, crying to Him, to save her. Just to even give her one more day, just so I could see her again. Then I remember getting angry at nothing in particular, and telling God that if He let my mother die, I doubted that I could ever forgive Him. And I promised Him that if He saved her, I would dedicate my life to Him. Then the strangest thing happened. I remember feeling my anger seep away, gone from me. I remember my feeling of utter helplessness vanishing and leaving me with…warmth. I felt warm. So I curled into that comfort, the warmth of God’s Hand, and went to sleep.
My mother recovered. It took time, but she is now stronger than she has ever been, and the cancer was removed. She is healthy. God held up His end of the deal – so now I hold up mine.
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"We are such stuff as dreams are made of..."
Annwas