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Everyone who is going to Heaven can share a personal story with you about how it all happened. Unless a person has a memory disorder, they will vividly recall the moment they started for Heaven.

Some share stories about how they were cured from cancer or how they are recovering from an addiction. Others conduct seminars on how they became wealthy or how they survived the loss of a child or the break-up of their marriage.

The story Christians love to tell the most is how they became a Christian. There are always three parts to a Christian's story:

1) What life was like without Christ;

2) How they found Christ; and

3) What Christ has done for them.

The stories are as different as the people are themselves – but the common point of every Christian's story is a moment of personal faith in JESUS CHRIST. Without such a personal, precious and precise moment a person can not go to Heaven.

If you would like to share your story of how you became a Christian, please email me. It is always thrilling to read another person’s story.

 

  Personal Testimonies  
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Jolting Earthquake Changes Teenager’s Thought Patterns 

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Is God Real? Ron Berquist's Story

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Saved from Drugs and Destruction - Personal, Spiritual and Eternal

Steven Faviere's Story

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 An Iraqi Soldier's Prayer  - William Moshe's Personal Story

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Mike Da Silva, Sr.'s Personal Story

Michael Da Silva Sr., P.GSC     Founder and Principal of Blackthorn Management Inc., a 30 year old turn-key project management firm serving the health care and First Nation sectors, a Board Member of Bethany Lodge; a seniors' non-profit organization; and an active elder at the Langstaff Gospel Hall.  He has been happily married for 35 years to his wife Maggie, and has three sons and one daughter, all of whom have been saved as well.  He is also the happy grandfather of three grandchildren.     

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Pradesh Shrestha's Personal Story - A Hindu Finds Christ 

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Abused But Not Forsaken - Gary Dempster's Personal Story

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 Rescued and Saved at Culvers

Sally Cano’s Personal Story

I grew up on a small farm in Wisconsin. My parents tried to raise me and my brother and sister in the Catholic religion. My father was raised as a Roman Catholic in Cuba - so my parents thought they would continue the tradition. We attended services regularly every Sunday until I was five or six years old.  Our family life took a turn for the worse when my mother ....

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Out of Darkness into Light - Dikki Ekiai Tells How He Became a Christian

From the jungles of Borneo to Nova Scotia, Canada.

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 Double Life of a Professing Christian - Josh Brown's Personal Story

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A New Life and a Great One!

Theodore Chiasson's Personal Story

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God at Work in the Lives of Three Young Women

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Prodigal Son Comes Home  Joelan Schmidt's Story

It was at this point in my life I started doing serious drugs; at first it was casual, but within six months I was doing drugs every single day.  It was my entire focus and I was using about $200+ a day.  I lost weight, and drugs totally took over my life.   I no longer visited with my family; I missed birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, and births, all because of my addiction.  I hit rock bottom when I was evicted from my home. I couldn’t have failed in my life any more utterly than I had.

 

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Young Yukon Man Experiences God

Charles Brunner's Testimony   

I grew up in the Yukon wilderness on a trapline and outside the small community of Dawson City, home of the "Klondike Goldrush". A trapline is an area of land in which the Government leases the rights to trap animals for their fur (called pelts). Dawson City is 3000 kilometres north of Vancouver. The Yukon is very sparsely populated with a population of 34,000 people within 474,000 km2.

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The Very Good Living Sinner: Walter Gustafson Tells His Story

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Sadness and Happiness - 22 Years Ago

Janna Frith's Story

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I was born in western Pennsylvania in the small village of Atlantic. Ours was a typical Amish family. We attended church services every other Sunday, which was normal for most Amish.

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"Not as Good as I Thought I Was"

 

Doug Morrison Tells His Own Personal Story

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Christ Changed My Life and My Family

Marika Parlee’s Personal Story

Life in Budapest, Hungary 

My story begins in Budapest, Hungary. I was born after the second world war. My parents were trying to piece their lives back together and raise four sons through the terrible 1940’s. It seemed the whole world fell apart and theirs too. They were trying to make sense of their lives, picking up the broken pieces that had been shattered by a horrific war and hardships. They had to move on and make the best of things.....

Later in my childhood things had settled down some. In school we were taught socialist songs. We wore red handkerchiefs around our necks. Our textbooks were written by people whose gods were Karl Marx, Lenin, and Darwin. The heart of our science was that we came from monkeys and we were actively taught that the true God did not exist.....

Many people tried to keep their faith by going to church on Sundays but there was a price for them to pay. They were persecuted and lost their jobs. The sermons changed and God’s Word was watered down; heaven and hell became nothing more than a fairy tale.

 

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Olive is 89 and Not Sure About Her Future.

Her home is simple; her old rocking chair well-worn; her hands are wrinkled; her movements are not as nimble now - frail is the word. Pictures of loved ones hang on her walls - precious memories as she stares into the sunset of her life. Most of her friends have gone and now she recognizes more names in the cemetery than in the local news.

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Baptized and a Church Goer

But I was Lost.

Personal Testimony of Stacey Prins

 

...When I was seventeen I started waitressing at the Sherwood restaurant. That winter a nice looking young man started dropping by regularly for coffee. He seemed to be snowplower/fencer. When Spring struck he came in so frequently I had his order memorized and ready when he arrived – bacon and eggs up, small milk, and a coffee. I told the other girls to let me get his order anytime he came in. I noticed, right away, that he prayed for every meal. That unusual practise impressed me. He didn’t seem the fanatic sort so he passed in my books...

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My Journey Towards Heaven

Personal Testimony of Paul Prins

1959-2009

Paul Prins died on July 11, 2009 – just a few days after his story below was updated. He originally wrote his story several months ago. But last week he wanted it updated to reflect his current status as he prepared to say goodbye to the family he loved and his many friends. His story below will be given to every friend and relative who stops by to pay their respect and to express their condolences to his widow and family.

 

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I was also raised as a Roman Catholic.  As a Catholic I always believed that because I was baptized as an infant and tried to be a good person that I would be in heaven after I died.  I had been told that I was a sinner, but I certainly never was told that there was any chance that I would ever go to hell.  To me, hell was a place that murderers and really bad people went, not people like me.

 

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When I became a teenager, my older brother and I would go out Saturday night and party. But even then, we knew that if we woke up with a headache we had better go to church because the house rules required that if we were too sick to go to church, we were too sick to go out later in the day. So we made sure we went to church.

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When I finished high school there seemed to be so much out there to explore. I chose to enlist in the US Navy for four years.

Welcome on board the USS Talbot County

After a year of military training, I was off to sea on the USS Talbot County. A sailor welcomed me aboard this old landing ship in a rather unique way. After a brief hello, he asked me:

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During World War II the Germans executed my brother Peter in Rotterdam. Three days later, I went to view his body. When I arrived, I was sent into a barn where there were 40 corpses. Eventually I found my brother’s body. When I came home, I went to my bedroom thinking, “Martin, if your body lay in that barn, where would you be?”

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As the day dawned cold and blustery, little did I realize that this day, Friday, February 12, 1954, would become the most important day of my life.  It was more significant than the day I was born or married, the day any of my children were born or the day I will die because it was to provide for what the Bible calls Eternal Life, after my natural life on earth has ended.

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You are about to read Steve Morton’s personal testimony. Steve Morton lives in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada with his wife Kim and their son Ben. Steve and Kim both trusted Christ as their personal Saviour on December 06, 2007. Recently he condensed his amazing story into a free verse poem.

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I first came to the United States of America in 1995. I had left my family and home in Russia to stay in USA for a year as an exchange student. I had grown up in a country where the government controlled everything: what we read, what we listened to, what we wore to school, even how much we ate. I had grown up in bondage to a political system, and leaving that for a year felt wonderful.

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My father was an alcoholic and worked as a lumberjack in the bush. Vividly I remember my father would not arrive home on Friday nights. Often in winter, late at night, my mother would call us and my brother and I would go out the mile trail to the highway to look for my father. Many times we would find him on the side of the highway where his drinking buddies had dropped him off and we would bring him home on the sled. He would have died there had we not found him.

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Almost a year into my relationship I discovered I was pregnant. There was no hiding this one! Other sins I may have been able to hide from my family, but not this time. Besides, all of my sins were known to God. My boyfriend begged for an abortion and decided he could not deal with being a father. Back home I came! I was broken hearted, felt rejected, used, and felt like a complete idiot. I won’t go into depth about the situation but just know that I was in misery and once again blaming God for allowing this to happen.

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With the freedom I now had by owning my own car, and the natural decreased parental restrictions of being a little older, I began to run wild. I stepped over the line and entered into a world of partying and self-gratification that captivated me and eventually led me to move away from home.  Now, no longer with any restrictions, I plunged into the most riotous carefree living imaginable; there were no boundaries.  Money became the motivating driving force in my life so I could buy fast cars and motorcycles, enjoy exotic recreational activities and vacations, feed my nicotine, alcohol and drug habits, live a licentious lifestyle, and become involved in what ever my little heart desired. Somehow I was able to keep my head together enough to remain employed at ACME. I continued to move up the corporate ladder until eventually I became an ACME store manager.

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A LOYAL SON OF ISLAM

With mounting anticipation, I waited for just the right moment to launch a revenge attack against the enemy of my people and my God. From my hiding place I intently eyed two approaching Armenians. ‘‘How filthy and unfit as human beings they are,’’ I thought to myself. As the men came closer I pondered the best course of action whereby to inflict injury and pain. I watched as they descended the steep hill directly across the street from me. I could see the face of the paralysed Armenian Christian who was sitting motionless in his wheelchair. He was young, perhaps in his early twenties. The man who was pushing him stopped in front of a house. He carefully set the brakes to prevent the chair from rolling forward and then entered the house.

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...We decided to escape from our homeland, so I paid a smuggler to take us into Pakistan. Usually the Afghan/Pakistan border is a seven-hour drive from Kabul, but it took us two and one-half days to cross the border. We traveled on foot, by mule, on river rafts and in vans over goat paths, jagged mountain ranges, through mosquito-infested swamps, and villages that were controlled by marauding bands. We put ourselves into the hands of a driver who was high on hashish.

In Pakistan we started our new lives with only a few clothes and a little food, but no home or household goods- not even official refugee status! I wondered why we had survived the war, and what the future held. God had delivered us from death, but why? If God was chastening me for my sins, why was He also punishing my innocent children? I continued to say my Muslim prayers five times a day and did what the Islamic faith required, but I had no comfort or peace with God...

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How a Muslim from Malaysia Found Christ

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At 17 years of age, when a bright future as an intelligent adult should have been beckoning to me on the horizon, I was seriously considering taking my life. It was at that point I decided to leave home. I was not running TOWARDS a homosexual lifestyle I was running AWAY from abuse, not even thinking about where I was going or what might happen to me. All I could see was the need to run. ...

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I grew up in a Catholic home going to church when we could, taking part in Holy Communion and Confirmation. I never questioned it. I just did it because it was what I knew and was taught. I always believed everyone went to Heaven. I'd confess my sins to the priest and thought I was okay. I'd make it to Heaven as I was.
Although I remember always seeing a Bible in our home, I could never understand what was in it. I saw it as a mystery and the words within it did not apply to me. I just thought it was for all the people who lived back in that time. I figured what I was being taught now was all I needed to know out of it anyways. So I didn’t bother with it.

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After finishing four years of active service, I was far from the former soul-searching child I had once been. Gradually my attitude, language, and appetite for fun had all changed dramatically. My friends, too, had changed, and I no longer enjoyed spending time with the guys, or even going out on dates. I had one purpose in my life - to stay high. My body changed. My clothes no longer fit me as I began to lose many pounds. I could no longer tolerate public places, and stayed home most of the time surrounded by my associates and so called friends. My natural affections that I had once possessed for family and friends were gone. I no longer needed them. I had something else instead – addiction.

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Later that Saturday evening, after my birthday supper, I went to the store to get some cigarettes and then to visit some friends who were babysitting. No one was going to the bars that night, and for once that was fine by me.

I sat down with my friends and lit up a smoke. But then instantly the craving for a smoke was gone because there was something much bigger on my mind. I put out the cigarette, and asked the girls which one of them wanted the pack because I had just quit. They looked at me in disbelief and shock, and then took the cigarettes from me. I never did smoke again.

I went home to Dad's feeling miserable, longing to hear the Gospel preached the next night. But that night an Island snow storm hit us, and on Sunday the whole Island was shut down. I was beside myself all day.

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At the age of 22, I started to consider suicide as an answer to these feelings of hopelessness, although the depravity continued. By the time I was 23 I would get brief periods of wondering “is this all there is to life?" I remember going to night clubs after drug use and drinking and just standing amongst hundreds of people and feeling very alone and tired of life. Even at a night club God can speak to souls! There had to be more to this Life!

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When I think about my childhood, I remember quite vividly having to compete against the "brown bottle." Both my Mom and Dad were drinkers. There was always a party going on somewhere. In our small town of 800 people, it seemed as if drinking was all there was to do.

I remember times when my Mom and Dad fought. One time he had her pinned down on the coffee table and I really thought that this time, he would kill her.

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So I had a problem. I found out that becoming a Christian (or I prefer the term a believer) was rather ego shattering. My intellect was convinced, but a struggle began in my life. Jesus Christ directly challenged me to trust Him as Savior, as the One who died on the cross for my sins. "To all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God" (John 1:12). But I didn't want a "party pooper" invading my life. I couldn't think of a faster way to ruin a good time or destroy intellectual pursuits or impede scholarly acceptability with my peers.

My mind told me that Christianity was true; but my will said, "Don't admit it."

It came to the point where I'd go to bed at ten at night but I couldn't fall asleep until four in the morning. I knew I had to get Jesus off my mind or go out of my mind!

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Before I trusted Christ as my Saviour I was always afraid of my sins, scared that I would have to pay for them for eternity......Now, I still think about forever, but I love it. I let my imagination go wild... "it's not entered into MY heart the things God has for those that love Him".

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I just have to share this story with you. This is my personal story of how I found peace in my life and realized that there was a purpose for living. Surely, you have had thoughts about the purpose in life. Maybe you have always wondered what will happen to you after you die. Or perhaps you have a constant spiritual ache that will not go away.

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I was brought up Roman Catholic. For many years I was a member of the church youth group and helped as an altar server. I recall a time when I had questions on my mind who God really was and what life was all about. I found no answers at that time and chose not to let these things bother me.

Years later, in 1996, I came in contact with a young man who talked to me about God.

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I said I was a Christian but there was no reality of it in my life. By this I mean that for the other six days of the week, I could swear, fight, mouth off, you name it. When I was eighteen, I moved out of my parents house and went to live with a friend because I didn’t like the rules at home. I wanted to do things my way. I started smoking, quit school and began fooling with drugs. For the next two years, I lived in three different houses with different people, working occasionally, living from one night to the next. I got myself into trouble with the law. After those two years, I decided to clean my life up.

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One night coming home from a dance I said to my sister: “Eva, if this is all there is to live for, I feel like taking my own life.” What a poor, unhappy wretch man is who only lives for what he can get out of this life.

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It was just after grade eight graduation, and I was looking forward to a long summer break. Little did I know how that summer would change my life.

In early July, 2003 I started feeling very tired and had severe pain in my abdomen, lower back and legs.

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Serial Killer – Son of Sam

David Berkowitz Tells His Story

I am glad you are checking out this story. I have written Prisoner and Christian David Berkowitz several times. He is one of very few American prisoners who is allowed to maintain a personal website. He is a totally changed man. This story does not glamorize in any way his dark and tragic past or the horrific crimes he committed. Nor does this prisoner ever want to be paroled. He is serving six life sentences for a total of 365 years and he does not feel the six life sentences are too harsh.  After all, over 30 years ago he terrorized New York City for one year with random shootings killing six innocent people and wounding seven others.

 

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Dale Robbins resides in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia with his wife Joann and children Jonathon and Sarah. Dale was employed by the Government of Nova Scotia for 28 years and for the last ten years of his career he served the Province as the Director of Administration, with the Office of the Speaker. Dale loves the outdoors and enjoyed his hobby farm over the years. Dale and Joann are active and loved members of a local fellowship of believers in Halifax, NS. On the very day of his retirement celebration from Government two years ago, he was advised he had inoperable cancer. In light of that news, the last paragraph of his personal testimony is particularly poignant.

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