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so this is my testimony.
A description of how it happened for me.
I was a very depressed man, a broken-hearted divorcee.
My life was cursed.
Christians spoke to me to believe in Jesus, and I knew I needed something.
I knew I was in hell, before having read the scripture.
But I couldn't see how Jesus dying for me could make any difference in my life.
So I picked up the Bible to study it, someone recommended the KJV to me.
I started with the gospels, and when I got to the end of John, I started at the beginning of Matthew again.
There were too many things Jesus said that were a complete enigma to me.
So I read the gospels over and over again.
It finally sunk in, that I was looking for a sign, for something, from Jesus,
and looking around, that this really is a wicked and evil generation (I included myself).
And there was Jesus saying, there will be no sign except for Jonah.
But He answered and said unto them,
An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign;
and there shall no sign be given to it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas:
Matthew 12:39
It made me think, what could Jesus mean?
I read the book of Jonah, I didn't get it.
I asked my Christians friends, and at the forums, but none could seem to answer.
They all said something along the lines of; 3 days in the belly of a whale, and 3 days in the tomb.
But how is that a sign?
[Besides, Jesus rose on the morning of the third day, so He wasn't in the tomb for 3 days.]
So I went back to the book of Jonah again.
This time, chapter 3 hit me like a hammer. The message came to me as clear as a bell.
I found myself an old straw coloured coverall for my sackcloth and donned it,
and I sat in ashes (not literally) and I fasted.
And I continued on with Jesus' words, while I fasted and wandered about in the wilderness, and in the streets.
And I visited all the cities of Israel (churches where God's people gather) to ask them if they had seen our Lord.
And I inquired at forums on the Internet.
I looked for priests to talk to, who could help me with my questions.
Eventually, I did find one man who, instead of dismissing me with the usual accusations,
did describe for me what it is like to receive Jesus' blood, and he prayed the Lord put some on me.
And it came upon me even while I was still reading the man's post.
From that time the scripture has been opening up for me like a flower in the morning sunshine.
First was accomplishing Jesus' sayings.
Losing my life, even my right eye and right hand.
Learning how to do alms (without being seen).
Learning to see so many of the things which Jesus speaks about.
Learning to recognize when I was being cursed, so I could love them back.
Learning to know what His body is, so I could eat His flesh, and drink His blood.
Learning to see the hell fire, and how not to succumb to it, nor to issue it forth.
Learning to see the fiery serpents and scorpions.
Learning to see the promised kingdom of God.
Learning to see my own raiment.
And of course, learning to see and hear the Holy Ghost which we have from Him.
He gives us so much I probably left a lot out there.
Then there came a time when I run out of questions for Him, about His words.
The He sent me to Moses, to learn the commandments there,
and that I might come out of Egypt and into God's land.
To find His tabernacles, and His altar, and to offer up all my bullocks (and those offered to me).
To wash my garments, to remove from them any last remnants of my old self.
To make my ark of the testimony, and to light the lamps on my candlestick.
To don the breastplate of righteousness, and to take up the sword of the spirit.
To find the treasures that the Lord has hid for us in His word, and to lay them up in His kingdom.
Again, He gives us too much, I cannot possibly cover it all in a post.
But I am happy to try and answer your questions, if you have any.
And I encourage you all. Be zealous for the word.
`Paul
As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten:
be zealous therefore, and repent.
Revelation 3:19
A description of how it happened for me.
I was a very depressed man, a broken-hearted divorcee.
My life was cursed.
Christians spoke to me to believe in Jesus, and I knew I needed something.
I knew I was in hell, before having read the scripture.
But I couldn't see how Jesus dying for me could make any difference in my life.
So I picked up the Bible to study it, someone recommended the KJV to me.
I started with the gospels, and when I got to the end of John, I started at the beginning of Matthew again.
There were too many things Jesus said that were a complete enigma to me.
So I read the gospels over and over again.
It finally sunk in, that I was looking for a sign, for something, from Jesus,
and looking around, that this really is a wicked and evil generation (I included myself).
And there was Jesus saying, there will be no sign except for Jonah.
But He answered and said unto them,
An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign;
and there shall no sign be given to it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas:
Matthew 12:39
It made me think, what could Jesus mean?
I read the book of Jonah, I didn't get it.
I asked my Christians friends, and at the forums, but none could seem to answer.
They all said something along the lines of; 3 days in the belly of a whale, and 3 days in the tomb.
But how is that a sign?
[Besides, Jesus rose on the morning of the third day, so He wasn't in the tomb for 3 days.]
So I went back to the book of Jonah again.
This time, chapter 3 hit me like a hammer. The message came to me as clear as a bell.
I found myself an old straw coloured coverall for my sackcloth and donned it,
and I sat in ashes (not literally) and I fasted.
And I continued on with Jesus' words, while I fasted and wandered about in the wilderness, and in the streets.
And I visited all the cities of Israel (churches where God's people gather) to ask them if they had seen our Lord.
And I inquired at forums on the Internet.
I looked for priests to talk to, who could help me with my questions.
Eventually, I did find one man who, instead of dismissing me with the usual accusations,
did describe for me what it is like to receive Jesus' blood, and he prayed the Lord put some on me.
And it came upon me even while I was still reading the man's post.
From that time the scripture has been opening up for me like a flower in the morning sunshine.
First was accomplishing Jesus' sayings.
Losing my life, even my right eye and right hand.
Learning how to do alms (without being seen).
Learning to see so many of the things which Jesus speaks about.
Learning to recognize when I was being cursed, so I could love them back.
Learning to know what His body is, so I could eat His flesh, and drink His blood.
Learning to see the hell fire, and how not to succumb to it, nor to issue it forth.
Learning to see the fiery serpents and scorpions.
Learning to see the promised kingdom of God.
Learning to see my own raiment.
And of course, learning to see and hear the Holy Ghost which we have from Him.
He gives us so much I probably left a lot out there.
Then there came a time when I run out of questions for Him, about His words.
The He sent me to Moses, to learn the commandments there,
and that I might come out of Egypt and into God's land.
To find His tabernacles, and His altar, and to offer up all my bullocks (and those offered to me).
To wash my garments, to remove from them any last remnants of my old self.
To make my ark of the testimony, and to light the lamps on my candlestick.
To don the breastplate of righteousness, and to take up the sword of the spirit.
To find the treasures that the Lord has hid for us in His word, and to lay them up in His kingdom.
Again, He gives us too much, I cannot possibly cover it all in a post.
But I am happy to try and answer your questions, if you have any.
And I encourage you all. Be zealous for the word.
`Paul
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As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten:
be zealous therefore, and repent.
Revelation 3:19