A Woman's Testimony
I was the second of three daughters in a Masonic family. Brought up in a Presbyterian church, my parents did attend church with us; however, their friends and social life revolved around the Masonic Temple and rarely included us. My sister and I were brought to the temple for a children's dedication service at the age of five or six. They prayed over us, consecrating us to the Masonic way of life. Unknown to my well-meaning parents, who thought they were doing us a favor, they placed us under terrible curses from the demonic roots of Masonry (ancient Egyptian and Babylonian demon worship is the basis for all the ceremonies) which made my life a misery.
I hated school from the first day of kindergarten and lived for the day when I would finish high school and be free to go where I pleased and do as I chose. I was terrified of all authority, including my parents. My life was filled with uncontrollable fears. I was afraid of strangers, the dark, animals (particularly dogs), immersion in water, closed rooms. Almost every night my folks were awakened by my horrified screams because of nightmares. To make matters even worse, I was very thin and, with the cruelty that children often exhibit, I was saddled with the nickname "Sinnybones." I was taunted, teased and most heartbreaking (to a child), left out!
In rebellion I withdrew into a lovely fantasy world. In it everything was beautiful and everyone loved me. Because my parents were very strict I did not believe they loved me. I dreamed of a Prince Charming who would sweep me off my feet and devote his entire life to making me happy. At the age of ten, I became interested in church and my heart was hungry to know God. I expressed desire to join the church but the pastor discouraged it, saying I was too young. I was sent to catechism and membership classes by my mother when I was thirteen but by now I wanted nothing to do with the church. My rejection by those around me caused me to react in rebellion and my Junior High school was two years of trouble. Secretly I wanted to be like the other kids, but since I wasn't I decided to join the beatnik crowd and become a nonconformist extraordinaire. "Who wants to be like everyone else? How dull!" I told myself. I did anything I could think of to shock people, consequently by the time I reached high school I was a wreck. Still searching for my Prince, I became promiscuous and this led to more rejection and further rebellion. It was a never ending cycle of unhappiness and heartbreak, so dull, so pointless.
I explored communism, socialism and Naziism, seeking some answer for the deliemma in which I found myself. I prayed to God but decided that He either had not heard or was not interested. I turned to the worship of Buddha, burning incense to him and seeking oblivion. I had no way of knowing then that my dedication at the Masonic Temple had opened me up to eastern religious spirits. I became involved in astrology and witchcraft. My nickname was the Witch, and many did not even know my real name. I pursued yoga, the martial arts, soul travel and many other occult things. Finally, only cheap wine seemed to give a temporary relief from my sorrows.
At the age of seventeen I married a twenty-three year old ex-Marine and thought that at last I had found Prince Charming himself. It was not long however until I discovered that he had as many problems as I, and he had thought to solve his problems by marriage to me. Both of us were disillusioned of course, for we each still had our own problems but now we also were carrying those of our partner. Soon we had a little daughter and moved in next door to some born-again Christians who led me to Christ. I had wanted a Prince, but now I got the King! I became very active in the local Baptist church. It was very legalistic but I managed to grow and flourish in the knowledge of the Word of God. I still had my fears and problems however, and they did not vanish with conversion. It was when we were expecting our third child five years later my husband was saved and we became very active in the church. Unfortunately the church tended to be dominated by formalism and had become spiritually dead. Talking about the Word of God is not the same as putting it into practice in the life. We were faithful to attend Sunday School, were friends with the right people, and did all right things.
When Satan decided to step in and finish us off, we were powerless to stop him. Our marriage fell apart and we left the church, despairing of ever putting things together again. For the next two years we seemed determined to destroy each other; each blaming the other for our problems, living in our own private hell. We filed for divorce, but when the time came to separate, neither of us could stand that either. Deep down we really loved each other, but we were about as messed up as two human beings could be. I began to attend a small Baptist church near us and carried our son and two daughters there also. It was here that I began to come back to the Lord and learned how to pray again. In spite of all this however, I still was unable to overcome my basic sins and many problems.
My husband and I both blamed God for what Satan was doing; yet God understood and loved us anyway, and never left us. He led me to Hegewisch Baptist Church, where I received counselling, prayer and deliverance from evil spirits. I learned how to read, study and believe God's Word and received healing for my mind and body through the Lord Jesus. I was enabled to receive His love for me and found this was what I had been seeking all my life. By being taught scriptural principals of submission to the Lord and to my husband, God has made beauty from the ashes of our marriage (Isaiah 61:3). By obeying, believing and joyfully receiving the Word of God, Jesus has made two new people with a new life full of hope and peace. Instead of blaming God for our troubles, we now know how to take authority over the powers of darkness (Luke 10:19) which tried to destroy us and the Lord Jesus gets all the glory. "Thy words were found and I did eat them. And Thy words were unto me the joy and rejoicing of my heart, for I am called by thy name, O Lord God of Hosts." (Jeremiah 15:16).
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