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Hello! I Just wanted to share a small testimony about my first experience at New Life Worship Center. It was actually at the Women's " Breakthrough Conference" last year. I went to the conference expecting the same traditional prayer breakfast. You know, a whole bunch of women sitting around looking at each other waiting for someone to lead the service and force a praise and testimony. Whew... was I surprised. I walked in the service and everyone was wearing their best smiles. The atmosphere was soft. It almost felt like being on an airplane flying through the clouds. There were women from various cultures, churches, and backgrounds. Sure, those who knew each other sat with one another, but everyone went out of their way to make sure I was welcome and they were very attentive to me. So much so, I began to feel guilty because I thought surely someone must be overlooked. When I looked around I discovered this was not the case. The women and men were all on one accord and the service leaped into action. Wow! People were up on their feet rejoicing and enjoying Jesus. The food was awesome and then to put the finishing touch... the speaker. She recognized the presence of the Lord immediately. She said what she came to say quickly and then moved out of the way for the Lord to continue what He had started! Talk about obedient!! just a good time in the Lord. I received my breakthrough on that day. I remembered being saved is FUN! I remembered praising the Lord is REWARDING! I fell in Love all over again with Jesus and I have not looked back. I received my Breakthrough......and NEW LIFE!!!!

I am 17 years old. Here is what I'm thanking God for: I was a Christian since I was five and I had always gone to church. I was saved but it didn't really mean much to me at the time. when I turned 14 I thought that there was other ways to do things so I left the church seeing that my parents had never attended. I went into the world with the knowledge of what God had sacrificed for me, so I decided that no matter what I would never smoke or drink or do drugs. Well I was true to most but on the rare occasion I would have a sip of alcohol at home. I never really liked it in the first place so it wasn't my thing. Now I realize that those years were the lonliest years of my life. There were times when I couldn't stand my friends because they were in the drug scene. I slowly lost contact with everyone I knew and despite efforts from the Pastors daughters (Who used to be my very best friends) I would not return to the church. I wanted to save face so to speak. Well over the next few years I would spend my weekends with a pint of cookie dough ice cream and whatever comedies I could find at Blockbuster. I spent time with a friend of a friend who moved in beside me. She was into the drug scene but she had started to go to my old church, and she tried to get me to go back to the Youth Group with her. I would make up excuses not to go, but on one night in probably January or maybe early February, she was at my house and was waiting to go to dinner with two people from the Youth Group. I was ok with that cause I wasn't going or anything but then her cousin cancelled and she wanted me to go. Well I thought that maybe one little dinner wouldn't hurt, I mean why would it? I hopped into the car with my friend but I wouldn't even look at anyone. Now these people hadn't gone to the Youth group back in my day so I thought I was ok but it turns out that they knew me but we had never been introduced. We were eating our dinner, still I looked at my salad because I felt I couldn't look at anyone else. I was listening to their conversation trying to be the wallflower I sometimes am when my friend asked me if I was attending church with her the next day. I was stunned, I didn't want to embarrass myself and say no because then they would ask me why. I didn't want to go into that so I said yes. Well that was it I was stuck. They came to pick me up the next day. The surmon topic was "unusual people". So my Pastor went into saying that we were all unusual because we went to church, and in the middle of it all he mentioned names and congratulated my friend on bringing a friend. He acctually said that he would have to meet me later. Our whole row started to giggle under our breaths. Well after the service was over I went and talked to my Pastor and he said he was glad to see me, I felt a little special. I continued to go after that because it was fun it always had been. I started to have a Bible study with the Pastors daughter's and they asked me if I would like to be saved. Well I was already saved but they told me it would be recommitting my life to Christ so they led me in the sinners prayer. That was April 25 2000 at 9:09 pm I have been happy ever since and as I grew in the Lord I got Baptised on August 27 2000 (may I say the water was cold 'cause we did it in the river)Now I'm in the happiest times of my life thanks to the Lord He was the one who helped me through it all. 1 Corinthians 10:13

My parents, sister and brother told me this story. I’m the youngest of 5 children in my family and I was born in weak health, very thin, and fragile. I often suffered lingering attacks of high step fever, a disease caused by a virus that was well-known in my country of Indonesia. The virus attacked many children during the year I was born. One time, as a one-year-old, I came down with a serious case of high fever, as was often the case. It was the highest fever I had ever had. My mom had left me for a while on my bed to make some food for me in the kitchen. She asked my eldest sister Magdalena–9 years old at that time–to look after me and reminded her to call my Mom if the fever became worse. The fever did become worse and I was having trouble bearing it. My eyes began moving up and down and my sister became quite afraid. She shouted, calling my Mom. My Mom came to check on me and found my tiny body cold and dark, blue like stone. My breathing had completely ceased. She checked my veins and could find no sign that I was alive. Shocked and confused, she cried and screamed and told my sister to call a doctor. She asked my brother John to go get my Dad who was working in his office on that day and the pastor. The Doctor came to our home and confirmed that I had died. My Dad and pastor came a few hours after that. The pastor, “Panggani,” an Italian pastor, came to our home to give me the last sacrament. Then, my Dad took my small thin body in his arms and held it close to him and prayed: “Oh Lord, if it is because of my sin that you take away my daughter, please forgive me, but with all my heart I ask you, please give me a chance to have her, to see her life, to see her grown up, to see her pursue her dreams. But ultimately, Your will be done Lord.” He was crying. His is tears dropped on me. He had given up. But a few minutes after his prayer, he heard me cough and my chest started moving up and down again. I woke up after having been dead a few hours. So, here I am now. After 33 years, God is still with me. He has given me so many blessings and always His presence is with me. He recently brought me to America, I believe, to continue His beautiful plan for me. This testimony, I will always carry through life with my parents, sisters and brother. The story reminds our family how great our Lord Jesus Christ is. What happened on that day is still fresh in our minds. They call me a “blessing child,” and “Gods loving kid.” Nothing is impossible with God. I am a living testimony that prayer is indeed powerful.

Isioma lost her scholarship due to SAD. Here's how God worked in her life... I've been born again since I was 12, and though I've strayed, being the sinner I am, I know what the Truth is, and He who's really always there for me. Last year I came to the US for college, and fell into Seasonal Affective Disorder - depression of the winter - winter blues. As a result, my grades fell and I lost my scholarship. I had to transfer to another college in 30 days or be deported. I tried so many and they all turned me down cos it was late in the fall semester. One night I went into a chapel and cried - sung (I sang hymns and sang at the same time - really freaked the cleaning lady out), just praying for something to work out for me, for God to help me. A day before the deadline, one school accepted me and enrolled me - just in time! Then the problem of where to stay arose. I didn't know anyone, though I had a friend from that town. He gave me a number, his pastor's number. I had 25 cents when I got to the town, I used my last dollars to buy my bus ticket. He picked me up at the station, gave me dinner - and gave me a room in his sister's house rent free. I thought I would be staying at a homeless shelter, now I'm in a room with cable and - purple sheets and curtains - my favorite color. Everyday when I wake up, I thank God over and over. I knew He heard me when I was crying in that empty chapel, and He blew my mind with His favor. Complete strangers treat me like family. God is real, He's given me His blessings, and this is my testimony to His power. I know He will always meet me at the point of my need, and exceedingly above all I could ever ask or imagine - and you too, if you just ask and believe. Have faith. Jesus is Lord.

There is a pastor by the name Paul in a major Indian city (name of city withheld - editor). He is a Baptist preacher and taking care of his church in that city. He was preaching around his village and so many people got converted in to christinaity. Fanatical Hindus who live in that community did not like so many people getting converted. One day few RSS men stormed his church while the service was going on and pulled Pastor Paul out of the church and beat him up. They told him not to preach again. His church people took him to hospital and when he was released from the hospital he went back to church on the next Sunday and preached again. Again Hindu RSS people came and told him not to preach. But he preached the same messaage and they beat him up severely and somebody from the church took him to the hospital. Even though he was told not to preach again he went back to the church and preached again. When he preached this time, they brought Pastor Paul's daughter in front of him and said, if you preach again we will burn your daughter and kill her. He preached again the gospel and they poured gasolene on her and set ablaze. While fire was consuming her, she told her dad, "Dad, do not stop preaching, preach, preach the gospel" and she died in front of him. Again Pastor Paul started preaching the Word of God. And this time fanatic Hindus came and beat Pastor Paul very badly. They took a rock and smashed Pastor Paul's stomach and they hit hard with the rock through his rectom and his intestine came out through his stomach wall. The church people took him to hospital and they thought he would die. But he did not die, but he has a colostomy attached to his stomach because his rectom was destroyed. Still Pastor Paul preaching the Gospel with a colostomy.

My name is Michael, I'm 17 years old and I live in North Carolina. On the night of Monday, October 30, i had an amazing sign from God. I had just recently had a big argument with my step-dad and the only way I could think of releasing my anger was to step outside and think it off. I was behind my house and I was thinking I dont know why people are getting on my back...why are people giving me such a hard time lately...and I was cussing because i was so mad....but anyway, I was behind my house and this was at night around maybe 6:30, 7:00 and I looked up in the sky and I was thinking there must not be a God anymore because he's turning his back on me....and I started all of a sudden dwelling on committing suicide.....i dwelled on this for a good 30 seconds.....on how I could do it...where....how would people react when they see me hanging off a tree......then all of a sudden I felt an urgent feeling of regurgitation.....i dropped to my knees and i felt my stomach tighten up and it got to the point where I had trouble breathing.....then i felt something...i know its unexplainable....come through my face and my face started going numb....and i could feel the demon leaving my very own body, and I dont know it it was me or the demon but i heard a strong moaning noise......whats even more weird is that i felt better and i felt happy and sane again....I was so curious to see if the demon had left a stain on the concrete...cause i was thinking you know wow, if this was a demon it would leave a stain because i've heard of demons being lifted out of people so i went in my house...turned on the flood lights...and i didn't see a sign of anything......no stain nothing.....but my dog started out of our garage and he started sniffing and scratching near the straw and concrete where it happened....and i noticed i felt extreme cold when i stood in the spot....and i could see my breath very easily in the cold air...but when i walked away.....my breath was barely visible......I know God did something extroidanary for me monday night...and he told me to testify and build my faith to tell you friends that demons are real and you can be possessed by one if you do not watch what you do, what you look at, what you hear......it can easily seep through you and dwell in you.....but i'm here to tell you you can get rid of it....that demon that God lifted from me was the demon of suicide....i believe it in my heart.....all i can say is thank God i can share this story with you and i hope that God will continue to bless his people...thank you.

I was an atheist, brought up in a "haunted house" filled with fear. I was reared with an alcoholic mother, a very distant angry father, and an alcoholic grandfather. A blind grandmother and a neurotic great aunt aided in rounding out this dysfunctional family along with a twin sister and other siblings at least 12 years our senior. After leaving home for school, i was told my boyfriend (age 13) had committed suicide. This was when i began to dwell on death...what did it mean...what is it.. The rest of my schooling seemed to be a waste of time...because i could not think of work, only of death. Because of surgery, i had to leave school early. For one year i went home to live with a drunken mother i hated, with a fear filled household and , in the end...decided to go into nursing. i pondered.....death....but received no answers...It was at this time i got into the occult. and things went downhill from there. Inside i wanted to die...I was a black hole i could not get out of. I took an overdose of drugs stolen from the hospital ward, cut arteries in my wrists and waved goodby to the world I awoke in pain and with stitches. i was not sure if i was really alive. They placed me in a room about 6x4 and i stayed there for several years. With 36 plus drugs a day, strapped in a straight jacket on occasion No window, no visitors, no furniture. just a mattress on the floor. no clothes on me...where was I. I did not know it then i was in a padded cell. After 17 months they moved me for short periods, to have treatments. they did not work. I hated life, feared everything, felt alone. There was no God... The doctors advised therapy that meant outside the grounds in a hospital.High security wing of a psychiatric hospital In other words..an asylum. On one occasion i managed to escape but was captured and returned. the consultant told me "Liesl Stop running away,you are here for life, the quicker you accept this the easier for us and the easier for you. This is now your home for life." I wanted to die. Another time i escaped and got into the black market drug scene. Became an addict ..My plan was to die from all these drugs.I escaped again to die, on the way went into a hall Heard a man say, "God can do anything absolutely anything He can heal the sick, Heal the mentally sick and set the drug addict free!" I went to leave. The *God* bit made me angry, a lady at the door said *Jesus loves you! He knows what a mess you are in, he really cares, a new record was in my mind,I returned to the hospital.After many escape attempts those that succeed, and those that failed...some Christian visitors came to see me in hospital.. They laid hands on me and i was healed....It was after that that I accepted jesus into my life... accepted him as Lord and Savior...Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. These are not mere words but reality. "In My name they will drive out demons" Mark 16:15 Many don't accept this but Jesus would never tell us to do that if they did not exist. Jesus drove the demons from me. Jesus is the Victor. We have all power in Jesus and He does heal the sick today and set the captives free. He is wanting His people to believe His words. You are his people. You are the ones He calls. He demonstrates his power with the lost and the sick, the bound. Praise Him for the faith of those who came into my cell and simply asked Jesus to touch this girls mind. Praise Him..Amen.