My testimony part 5 (Final part!)

One thing happened 2 years ago that hurt me the most so far in my life. I’m not going to go into details there, but for about a year I did not talk to my best friend. My Grade 12 year I kept getting asked “what are you going to do after you graduate?” For a while I did not know the answer to that. I finally decided I would go to Bible School. I was planning on going for the whole four years as well. As it happened, my parents did not want me to go to Bible School at all. I didn't have the money, I wasn't mature enough, and a lot of different reasons to not go. I went against what they said, because I felt that God was calling me to go there. I arrived there with little money, and almost had to leave after the first five days. God provided money for me at that time, so I was able to stay. I then had to keep waiting for money, and after the first semester I did not have my bills paid off. Second semester I got back, and I had heard about a Student Line of Credit, so I applied for it, and got accepted for the money. I also got accepted to get a student loan, so that was a good surprise as well. I was able to finish school. As I walked across the stage, I was beaming, because I was thinking “I did it. So many people didn't think I would make it this far, I showed them.” I was planning on returning for the fall of this year, but I chose to go the wrong way this summer, and I am now suffering the consequences from it.

Last summer was hard for me. It has been a growing experience as well. I was told by my parents that I needed to work 40 hours a week at some sort of job. As it is in other parts of the world, 40 hour jobs are hard to come by. I finally got a job though, at McDonald’s. I was getting probably about 13-16 hours a week. That was not enough for my parents. I told them that come September I will get more hours because all the high school kids go back to school. I was told I still needed to work 40 hours a week, or “to put an effort into finding another job”. It eventually came down to it that I was moved out of the house. I lived in a room in someone's house for about 4 or 5 months, with only a bike for transportation, (city buses were in a lockout), then moved back into my parents place. I'm working at McDonald's, but looking into getting into the military. What I feel God is calling me to be is a missionary pilot somewhere in the bush. In order to do this, I also need a private pilot’s licence, so it could be a few years before I even get into the field.
Thank you all for reading and I hope it brought some encouragement to your heart. Sorry for it being so long.
In Christ,
Kevin.

What I learned this morning at church

We had a missionary come into our church this morning and talked to us what he did while he was in Bolivia for 10 years.  One thing he said is that there are 6,800+ languages, and the New Testament has only been translated into 3,300 languages.  2,100 languages are still yet to be translated at all.  Every 90 days, New Tribes Mission has another translation ready to go.  One story he shared, he said he was on a short term missions trip with a native Bolivian couple that wanted to go into a rural unreached tribe.  When they arrived in this village, there was a certain verb-tense that had to be spoken to the Chief of that tribe, or you would offend him, and you've lost him.  They spoke through an interpreter to the Chief for 2 hours.  After the missionary spoke with the Chief about the Gospel, the Chief replied "This is Good News".  They had never said the word "Good News" to him, the Chief came up with it himself.  He then said "how long have you known this Good News?"  The missionary replied "All my life." The Chief looked at him and said "Why did you not come sooner?  You have had no excuse to keep this from me and my people."  When I heard that I almost started to cry thinking of that.  He finished, and I was having a rough time keeping my emotions down.  Someone came up to pray for the offering, and during the prayer, he had to pause because he was getting emotional, and that was what made me tear up.  The missionary brought what he needed to say, and he said it plain and clear.  I want to be a missionary, and it has helped me to realize that God wants me as soon as I can to go out to be His servant.  Pray for me as I follow this journey, that God will lead me in the way He wants me to go.  Maybe also pray that He will send you as well.
God Bless.
Kevin
Twitter: @Gods_man1

My testimony part 4

Hey all, I've been busy, and kinda forgot that I was doing this... but here's part 4!

In school, I was not the liked kid. I was always picked on, and was the one everyone bullied. My parents have said that if they had the chance, they would have homeschooled me, because the bullies told me I was stupid, and I believed them. I had a few friends when I moved here that used me, and when I needed them, they abandoned me.

I now go back to a bit of Dad's story, because really I had no spiritual life until God got a hold of my Dad's life.

My Dad was not the best father out there back around 7 years ago. He was arrogant, and was harbouring unforgiveness in his life. He was always on the computer, and when he wasn’t on there, he would yell and scream at us kids. He was also very big, as he ate a lot while playing his computer games. He started to work as a concert organizer. He got Southern Gospel groups like the Dixie Melody Boys, and also Steve Green. After the Steve Green concert, Dad lost a lot of money out of that. He barely filled the seats at the place. In all he lost about $15,000 out of my family’s money. It eventually happened that we had lost so much money, we were going to lose our house. It was Mom’s dream house, and she was devastated to hear we were probably going to have to move out of it. The day we got the phone call, Dad went out to the backyard and starting throwing dirt around and was cursing and swearing at God. He blamed Him for everything that was going on. When Dad was finished he went back inside and said to God “OK Lord, fix me, or this is not going to end well”. God started working in my dad’s life, and after seeing the change in my father, I knew there had to be a God who cared enough for me. Of all the things that happened to my father and me, I know He has a plan for my life.

I got into high school, and was doing ok spiritually. I met a guy who moved into our house a few months after I had met him. He manipulated me into doing drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t every day, but I still did it. After a few months I confessed to my father about it. For years I could not forgive myself for what I had done. I had broken my promise to my mother, and that hurt her. My spiritual life failed for those years, and I did not live the way I should have. I wasn’t into drugs still, but I was making other mistakes.

God Bless until next time :)

My testimony part 3

Back again.  Here's part 3!

My dad met my mom when he moved to the city she was in, and he was moved here because of his job. They got married after a year and a half of meeting. That same year, Dad went to the same Bible school I just graduated my first year in. He wasn't the best student there, and left with a bad reputation. Actually, while he was in his third year of school is when I was born, the year 1994.

Now I get to start on my own testimony. It's still a little long though. When I was being born, there were some complications that could have killed me and my mother. My shoulders were too big, and by the time the doctors realized this, I was trying to get out. They had to use the forceps on me, and when Dad heard that, he thought the same thing happened to me as had happened to him. My neck was fine, and I was a healthy baby. I was born into a Christian home, and our family stayed at that school until I was about 3. We then moved to the streets of Philadelphia, one of the worst places to be. The night before we left that place, there was a drug dealer killed outside our house, underneath my window. There was a bullet that ricocheted and went near my window, and imbedded in the brick. Investigators said that if the bullet had been any higher, it could have gone through the window and gone through the temple in my head. So it was another time God saved my life. We moved from Philly to Daytona Beach Florida. We went from Daytona to Lancaster where my sister was born. I was saved at about this time, at one of the special weekends at a camp. It was only Dad and I who went, as it was some sort of Dad/son thing. I got saved, and Dad told Mom about it when we got home. We went from there to Georgetown PEI, where I started school, and my brother was born. We went from there to Youngstown Ohio, where Dad helped a black church for a while. We went from there to Nackawic, a little known town. From there we moved to Moncton, where we live to this day. When I was eight, we were in Moncton, and our family was in the car. I started to talk to my sister about different things about God, and I asked her if she was saved. She said she wasn't (she was about four). So in the car, I led my sister to the Lord when I was only eight.

Hope you are following along as I continue.  Until next time, God Bless.

My testimony: Part 2

Sorry it took so long to get the second part up here.

My father's neck is always at an angle, so he had to learn how to walk differently than we do. He would lose balance and fall a lot when he was first learning to walk. One day when he was about 4, he was going down the stairs, and he lost his balance, and fell down them. In the 60's, the drainpipes were always near the bottom of the stairs. Nana said she heard a sound like an egg cracking. Dad's head had hit the drainpipe, and he had split his skull open. In the ambulance, he was trying to fall asleep, but if he had have, his brain would have swelled and he would have died. He was living in Toronto at the time, and had been told if anyone tried to take off his pants, to stop them. His reaction was always to fight them off. So the nurse in the ambulance kept trying to pull his pants down, and he'd wake up and swing at them. It kept him alive long enough to get to the hospital and get his skull back together.

I wish I could say that Dad went through only that, but I'd be lying if I did that. Dad did not have the best relationship with his father, and it came down to almost a punching match between the two of them as Dad grew. My grandfather used to be an alcoholic, and Dad was not his favourite. By the time Dad was 16, he had moved out on his own. He rejected God for many reasons, and got into the creepy things like Satanism and the occult. He still remembers to this day the day he asked Satan into his life. There came a point that every Christian who knew Dad called him "unreachable". I don't remember how, but Dad started to go to a certain church, since he'd been in church before, and realized that he was in the wrong. He repented, and began to search for God, and his way.

Next part sooner than the last one I hope

My testimony: Part 1

I'm going to post my full testimony, but in parts.  And on different days.  Stay tuned to hear it all. I feel led by God to share my testimony with you. Now before I start, everything I say here is true, even though it seems like a lot of things have happened to me/my dad. Some things may be a little graphic, so I apologize in advance.

Usually people start off with if they were born into a Christian home. I go back to even before that, to my father's story. Many things happened to my father before I was born that he shouldn't be alive, and I shouldn't exist. Dad's troubles started at birth. It was a healthy pregnancy and all, but when Dad was being brought out of the birth canal, the doctors used too much force on the forceps, and they heard a snap. They had broken Dad's neck. Because of this, Dad was paralyzed for 3 1/2 years, confined to a wheelchair. He also went through numerous MRI's and CAT scans on his brain. The doctors then told my grandmother to find him a nursing home or something, because he was going to be a vegetable the rest of his life, or too hard to handle. The very same day, Nana was carrying him, and by this time he was 3 1/2 years old, and 50 pounds of dead weight. She put him on the ground and cried out to God "I quit! I can't do it anymore!" Now my grandmother is a great prayer warrior, and had been praying for him ever since he was conceived. 5 minutes after she put him on the ground, he struggled to his feet and walked home for 1 1/2 miles. After being paralyzed for 3 1/2 years! He then began to speak in sentences the next week, and one of the first things he said was "it hurts". Nana asked where, and he said everywhere. They took him to the hospital and he had a double hernia in his stomach, and other medical problems. After the doctors dealt with that problem, they did other MRI's and CAT scans on his brain, and Nana was told he had 100% of his brain. A few weeks ago he had only 10%, and then had 100%. 
Next part in a few days time.

Leaving it all to God

OK, I'm going to be straight with you.  I had to move out of my house almost a month ago.  I wasn't getting enough working hours in my parent's minds (40 hrs/wk).  So I had no choice but to find a place to live and move out.  It's been taking a lot of getting used to.  I now have rent to pay, groceries to buy, and all on a salary from a part-time job.
For a while, I was angry, and I kept it inside of me, and became what I didn't want to be again... A jerk.  I didn't want to listen to people, and everything was going wrong.. I didn't know which way was up.  Finally, I listened to people's intsructions, and got into the Scriptures.  The first verse I found was Isaiah 42:18, "Oh, how deaf and blind you are toward me! Why won't you listen? Why do refuse to see?"  After seeing that verse, I paraphrased it as God saying to me "SHUT UP AND LISTEN!".  Cuz see, I wasn't really listening to Him either.  I never seem to learn about that... I like to think I'm living my life the way God wants me to.  Most of the time I'm not..
So I began to listen to God, instead of me griping and complaining all the time.  Things are OK, not good, but not bad either.  I don't know yet where God wants me, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to achieve His goals.  ALL of them.  As long as He is in control of my life, I can do all things through HIM!