I was born and raised in a home that attend a Presbyterian “church” every Sunday.
We missed no more than two or three times a year.
I remember praying a prayer at VBS one year and asking Jesus to save me.
Remembering if I understood that I was a sinner in need of saving escapes me though.
I may have been eight years old at the time…
… but I do remember getting a bracelet after letting some know I prayed "the" prayer.
I pretty much dropped all faith in high school. Living exactly like all my unsaved friends.
The only difference was that my parents still got me up every Sunday to attend "church".
The dragging stopped once I got to college…
I did not do much by way of faith in that period of life. Except for one summer after I was almost kicked out of school…
… because the head of the dorm found marijuana in my room…
… that friend set down on my table…
… and walked out leaving the door open.
After that, I got into the Bible I had at the time and started to search for the Truth.
I was a political science major at the time…
… reading about all conspiracy theories so…
… searching for spiritual Truth fit right in.
That summer I was a counselor at a Christian summer camp for children and teens.
It was a great experience but not enough to keep me out of the Occult.
After I graduated college I…
joined the Free Masons
The list goes on…
It was a wild ride and I saw some crazy things.
For example, I had a crystal pendulum that I would ask a question and let the "spirits" (devils) swing the crystal on a string to give me an answer.
One day I recalled the verse about testing the spirits to see if they are of God.
Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world. (I John 4:1)
How or why that verse was on my mind is beyond my understanding.
But I did that…
… right in the middle of the session and…
… immediately the pendulum stopped dead…
… it didn’t budge an inch.
Never did I see that crystal so still…
From that day forward I avoided divination. But still dabbled in other Occult areas.
Until one day in the middle of September 2015.
I was watching some videos on the rapture and what the Bible says about the doctrine.
(Looking back, that video was more about what that man thought than the Bible…)
It was that day, at work, that my life changed.
I knew if the rapture happened right then I would be left behind.
That I was a sinner, that I was set on the path to Hell and God's wrath.
I left my desk, found a vacant meeting room and prayed for forgiveness and for God to save my soul.
Once I got home I disposed of all my books, crystals, special candles, bracelets, you name it. Hundreds of dollars of stuff.
Shortly after that I rejected Free Masonry and the rest of my occult practices.
My life has not been the same since.
After getting rid of all my stuff, I dove in and started to learn as much as I could about God's Word
I felt like I wasted so much of my life and needed to catch up.
I was starving for the Bread of Life…