Testimony

O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together. Psalm 34:3

Most of the testimonies are shared during the online church services over the years. This is why this page never seems to grow. However, if you have a testimony to share, let me know and I will add it to this page asap.

REVIVAL IN INDIA (LEPROSY MIRACLE).

God is on the move in India today and reports of revival are now reaching the West. Whole villages are being converted to Christ often amid fierce persecution. At a recent pastors' congress it was estimated that in one region over 17,000 people are turning to Jesus every day and that a church is established every three minutes. A mixture of poverty, injustice and religious dissatisfaction has opened India to the gospel. For many thousands of people, the Christian message of forgiveness, justice and love is truly good news! As evangelists and churchesmove among the people with increased faith and love, God is sending amazing signs, according to these reports. In one area of Bihar, a village lived in fear of its four witch-doctors, who controlled people by cursing their cattle and their relatives. When the Christian evangelists arrived, these witch-doctors warned them that they would be cursed, too. The Christians continued to love the people in Jesus' name, and in a few weeks the witch-doctors came to ask the secret of their power. They had called up demonic powers to attack the Christians, but the demons had returned saying, "We can do nothing against them, as they are surrounded by angels and by fire." As they spoke with the evangelists, the conviction of God fell on all four and they were converted and delivered from evil! The whole village followed, amazed at God's power. One man was so consumed by leprosy that he decided to end his life. As he walked to the railway line to throw himself in front of a train, a man in a white robe came and walked with him. After talking for a while, the man in white vanished and the leprosy was totally gone! That healed man is now winning whole villages for Christ.
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I TOOK HIM TO A BETTER DOCTOR

April 30, 1987 my wife an I were blessed with another child to add to our many blessings. His name is Joshua. He was born with two holes in his heart, aneamic, and very weak. He was a "blue baby" as well due to the cord being wrapped around his tiny neck. It took the doctors what seemed forever to get him to breath. When the doctors told us that he was in bad shape we didn't know quite what to say, or even think for that matter. They kept our baby ten days in the cold and scarry hospital. It was just a little over a year back that I had a life changing experience with the Lord. I was a Christian a just little while now. My wife and I were thoroughly confused as to what was happening with our little baby boy. He was so small and frail compared to all the other children we had. After we took our baby home we were informed we would have to bring the child to another hospital across the state in six months or so. They wanted him to gain some weight before attempting to cut open his little chest to repair his very small heart. They told us it's possible one of the holes would close up soon, but the other was way to big to close on it's own. They had x-rays, ekg's, and a bunch of other charts and graphs that made no sense to me or my wife. All I knew was we needed a miracle. The "heart problem" we found to be in my wife's family for years. She had a cousin who was born wih the same heart problems as our little Joshua. But the technology wasn't there as such until the boy was eight years old. When he was eight, some doctors in Canada perfected a technique that would close the holes in his heart and save his life. But on the way to the airport the young boy suffered a massive heart attack and died. I was worried to say the least. I knew I wasn't supposed to worry, but I was a babe in Christ at the time and I wasn't sure of much. All I knew was I didn't want them to cut open my beautiful little boy's chest. I didn't want to leave his life in their hands. I prayed. I asked the Lord what we should do. It was revealed to me that we should anoint the child, lay hands on him and pray. A month or so later we took our beautiful baby boy to the hospital across state. All the while we KNEW he would be ok. I knew the Lord Jesus had a plan for this boy. I knew he wouldn't die, and I knew they wouldn't be cutting him open, scarring him for life. I was trusting Jesus 100% on this simple fact. After the doctors examined the boy for a few minutes they came to my wife and I and asked us why we brought a different baby. I was shocked! He said, "This isn't the same boy we saw 8 months ago." I assured them he was the same child. They said, "It can't be, this boy has gained too much weight to have a heart problem such as this. Plus they said THERE WERE NO HOLES IN THIS BOYS HEART!" I was speechless, I really didn't know what else to say. All I said was "We took him to a better Doctor." When he asked for the Doctor's name," I told him. "His name is Jesus Christ"

BRAIN TUMOR IS GONE

On June 30, 1992, I collapsed in a grocery store from a grand mal seizure. I was rushed to the emergency room, where I was told that I either had a stroke or a brain tumor. A CAT scan ruled out a stroke. The next day an MRI revealed a brain tumor the size of a small egg. A needle biopsy revealed that it was either a grade 3 or 4 anaplastic astrocytoma. Because my speech and motor control on the right side were involved, it was considered inoperable. They started me on oral chemotherapy and radiation treatments.

After 33 radiation treatments and two courses of oral chemotherapy, I started on intravenous chemo. After the first course my blood counts were not coming back up fast enough so the second course was delayed. During an eight week wait I was given platelets and packed red cell transfusions. All through the treatments I had a real peace calm. Physically I showed no sign of regressing as I should have if the tumor was growing. I still had a focal seizure about two weeks or so but that was all that I suffered. I took my last course of intravenous chemo and in January 1993, my last oral chemo.

An MRI in May 1993 showed a larger, brighter area than on any of the previous ones. That meant either the tumor was growing or that area of my brain was dying. A SPEC scan showed that is was inactive brain tissue. The July 1993, MRI showed that the tumor had shrunk 50 percent and the bright area had almost disappeared. By October 1993, the MRI showed hardly any tumor and none of the bright area was left. In April 1994, the report from the radiologist was that the tumor had disappeared. It will be three years in April 1997, since the MRI showed the tumor was gone.

After I was first diagnosed I was watching an evangelist on TV and in the prayer segment of the show he had a word of knowledge that a brain tumor was being healed. I instantly felt a warmth flow through my body and I broke down in tears because I know it was for me. My sister, who was watching the same show at our parents house, in another state, felt the same thing and jumped and said that was for me. Many faithful believers around the world were praying for me. I praise the Lord God and Jesus for healing me and providing the doctors and the wisdom he gave them about my treatments.

I have been told many times since this time that the chances were very slim of my recovering and living this long. I give all the glory to God and His Son Jesus.

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A HINDU FAMILY SEE'S THE HAND OF GOD.

Jagruti’s Testimony

Hi everyone.
My name is Jagruti. I was born and grew up in India into the
Hindu religion. That religion was my birthright. I did not know any
other religion. I had no choice in what religion to be in.

When I was 18 I came to NZ to have an arranged marriage with
Bip. One year later we bought our house and we decided to
have kids. But we had a few problems. I had a miscarriage and was not able to get pregnant for a long time.

I prayed a lot to my Gods to give me kids and I was told that if I gave up something I needed everyday , I might have kids, so I gave up eating rice…and I am a vegetarian. Also my mum sent me an iron anklet that I had to wear on my right ankle. This I did for about 3 years.

We spent a lot of money with a specialist but no luck. So me and Bip went to India to visit the family and they took us to temples to pray for kids. Also we went to a doctor who taught us acupressure exercises.

Anyway I became pregnant…but I do not know if it was acupressure or the God’s…..this was after trying for 8 years.
Puja was born in November 1992. Puja in our language means prayer…..we believe that she is an answer to prayer. My prayers for a child…..
About 18 months later we had a little boy….we were very happy. We now had a boy and girl.

Puja was doing very well and talking a lot. She laughed and played with our dog. But we had to put our dog down. We had Him for 14 years. Puja was about 18 months old then.
It was after this time that we noticed that Puja had stopped talking and was crying all the time for no reason….

We thought that maybe she missed the dog and that Bhavik was born.
She cried a lot for no reason and we put her in Daycare when she was 2 . Then this kindy to help her to talk…we even put her in hospital for tests ..but everything was ok….

To add to our worries Bhavik our son had problems walking and the specialist said he had cerebral palsy of the legs….he will not be able to run properly and will need help walking later on…He was 15 months old then.
We were very upset. One side I had Puja and other side I had Bhavik. Where was my Gods…? but I helped Bhavik…….I spent 3 hours a day massaging his legs and taking him to therapy 3 days a week….he’s doing really good now…

But Puja was making us worry…she cried all the time..she did not talk..and looked scared all the time. A Hindu lady told us that Puja was cursed and to fix the curse we had to go to India….So we sold our business and went for 6 months….

In India we took Puja to the temples …some high on mountains..some by the sea .. whatever someone told us to do to help Puja we did it….she even had acupuncture there too . we did everything to help Puja…..
But the Gods did not hear us…Puja got worse…..

We came back to NZ and one day Pastor Keith heard Puja crying at Kindy…he asked Bip if he could pray for Puja…. At first we said no because we were told that Puja would talk 3 months after coming back to NZ…so Pastor Keith asked again 3 months later…Puja was still no better…so we said yes…….

At that first prayer session Puja changed..she had never looked us in the eyes for 4 years and she did after that….
Also about this time some Indian Christians asked if they could pray for Puja too….so we said yes….
That amazed us because no one asked to pray for Puja before and here were complete strangers asking to pray for her…

Pastor Keith and Pastor Andrew came to our house to pray and saw all my Hindu stuff. They told me that if we wanted to see Jesus at work we must remove all this stuff …
I was not very happy because this is what had I believed in, but I did it for our little Puja…

After they prayed in the house we noticed she settled down a lot more…but at times she still screamed especially at night….we tried praying but she never settled, but when the Pastors prayed in the name of Jesus Puja always settled..it was amazing..we asked Pastor Keith why….he said we must pray in faith. We had to learn what this meant. This learning took over 9 months. We were amazed at Keith’s patience with us.

One day Puja said 3 words at kindy….She said “God Made Me”
We have no idea why she said those 3 words and not lolly or something else……That evening after asking Pastor Keith a lot of questions about what was happening to us we gave our lives to the Lord…it was awesome…..
That was on 11/11/97 and we were baptised on the 2/2/98

We have come a long way from where we were 10 months ago and have a long road ahead….we are the first in our family to become Christian and it is very hard for me…
I had a faith I had believed in all my life….and to change was a big thing for me to do….it was like asking you to turn away from Jesus and become a Hindu….that was what it was like for me.

But I thank God that He did save me and my family….
I thank God He brought Denise and Pastor Keith and Pastor Andrew and this church into my life.
Actually it was Denise who let Puja into the kindy here even though the kindy was full.

I thank God He brought Puja’s teacher aide Trish and her boss Jan into my life..she has been with Puja for more than 2 years .
I would like to thank everyone who has prayed for Puja and my family…

I know the Lord has answered those prayers.
One thing that amazes us is, because of Puja, we have come to know Jesus….so in a way all the hardship has been worthwhile….
Praise God Puja is doing very well. We still have our problems but we have faith in Jesus now and He will help us all the way.
Thank you .

SEVERE EPILEPSY AND A BRAIN TUMOR VANISH!

This story was given to me by Simon. This miracle story is about his brother
and the prayers of a mother. How awesome is the works of our Lord.
Prayers and Blessings,
Cindy

Don't ask me how or where they got my name from - I neither know nor care.
I must, however add to their story and return it too, (in reference to the
Jeremy's Egg Story that I emailed out a week or so ago) that it may in some way
return the blessing that it has given me.

My younger brother was born a Spastic Epileptic when I was eight years old.
His epilepsy was of the worst kind imaginable - potentially terminal. He
was indeed declared medically dead on many occasions during his first two
years of "life." The last time, the doctors gave him a massive dose of
medication which, they said, would have knocked out many an adult. This is
what saved him in the eyes of the doctors. Had they done nothing he would
most certainly have died from this major Epileptic attack and this time he
would have stayed dead! As it was, it left him severely brain damaged,
unable to sit up and barely able to suck food from a spoon. At two years
old, he was returned to the mental abilities of a new-born baby. Who was,
at first, the only one to notice this problem? Our Mother, God bless her.
The nurses said don't exaggerate, the doctors said don't be silly, even our
own father was not convinced. But - Mother stuck to her guns. "My child
needs help", she said many, many times. At long last, after several
exhaustive tests, Mother's diagnosis was confirmed. "Oh well, Mrs
Smalley - take him home and do what you can for him. When it gets too much for you
we can put him somewhere 'nice'". Needless to say, Mum was incensed, but
holding her tongue, determined to prove them all wrong.

Mother put my brothers needs first and for-most - ahead of everyone else's,
ahead of her husband's, ahead of mine, ahead of her own. At ten years old
I suppose I should have been a little offended at this interloper getting all
the limelight that had been mine for those first eight years. But, no. I
loved my brother and wanted to see him well as much as Mum did. Not once
do I remember feeling jealous or envious of him and for that I have only One
to thank!

At five years old Mum managed to get him accepted into the local primary
school. "Just for a term or two, you understand" said the headmaster. At
the end of the very first term Mother was summoned to appear before the
great man. "I'm sorry, Mrs Smalley, but we must insist you take your son
away from this school." Mother could not understand and asked, "Has he
been causing trouble?" "Oh no," came the answer, "it's just that he is not
learning anything and we feel it is a waste of his time to keep him here!"
Mother asked if he was disturbing the other children. Was he annoying his
teachers? Was he noisy? No, it was simply that he was 'failing' to learn.
Not good enough claimed Mother, sticking to her guns. "If he is not a
nuisance or disturbing others, I fail to see why you should stop him mixing
with the other children." Mother won that round hands down. Two terms
later we went to see an old friend of hers at his London practice. He was
a Harley Street children's consultant - one of the best in his field. "Take
him off the drugs", was the prescription "or he will be dead within a
year." "Mind you, he could have another massive attack and die anyway". "The
choice is yours, but he will surely die on the medication anyway. Hobson's
choice? No, decided Mother - God's will!

Less than a term after that, Mother was again summoned into the presence of
the headmaster. What was the problem this time? "NO problem," said the
big man. "I just thought you should know that Nicholas learned to spell his
first word this week!".

No life history to follow. Suffice it to say that my brother is now clear
of epilepsy and the only sign of his previous spasticity is a little
clumsiness and a slight tendency to stutter when under pressure. Well
don't we all do that? I do for certain. He is married, works for his living and
drives a car as well as the next person. Oh - just by the way - a brain
tumour was the cause of his epilepsy (Mr Nash, that dear consultant, found
that out on examination) and it just vanished - poof - literally overnight.

Let no-one say, in my presence, that God does not answer prayer - HE DOES!
It's just that we don't always see the way he answers it. The blessing
that Mother and I received, was in watching the working out of that miracle,
before our very eyes.

Mum passed on a couple of years ago, happy and contented, her work
completed, her two boys well and truly loved (and what's more, we always
knew it) and sure in the knowledge of where she was heading. Guess what?
My little brother is picking me up in his car on Sunday evening and you can
guess where we shall be heading!

Thank God for my Mother, and thank God for my Brother. But most importantly - Thank God for Jesus!
Without his sacrifice - we would all be dead for ever.
Simon (aka The Saint)
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A BROTHERS SONG

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?

Finally, Michael's little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst."

Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive. She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows,

"Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.

The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"   Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray --- "

Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady. Keep on singing, Michael. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away---"

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr.   Keep on singing, Michael.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."   Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing   rest, seems to sweep over her.   Keep on singing, Michael.

Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.   "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "the miracle of a brother's song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of   God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE

Send this to all the people that have touched your life.

SHE'S HEALED! MY DAUGHTERS HEALED!!

I just had to tell everyone of another miraculous moving of the Hand of the Almighty God of ALL creation!!!! A few days ago (April-99) I became a Grandfather for the first time. My oldest daughter Jillian was blessed with a cute little baby girl by the name of Aliyah. It was a rough labor for her, and after 14 hours of intense pain they decided to give her an epidural. Well to sum it up quick they messed up the procedure and Jillian was left with a hole in her spine and intense pain from her shoulder blades all the way to the back of her head becoming migranes. The pain was so intense and "fresh" each time she moved her head in the slightest manner that she would vomit immediately! The doctors told me they wanted to "try" and stick her again and place a blood clot on the hole to stop the pain, but the Holy Spirit said NO WAY! The doctors said that Jillian will have to suffer at least 6 days flat on her back, drink tons of caffiene, and HOPE the hole closed up. The Holy Spirit still said "NO" to their desires to stick her again. Then a day or two later after examining her again they said Jillian will now be in intense pain with migranes for at least 3 weeks, maybe more! And if the pain still persists after the 3 weeks she will have to consider alternate methods to close the hole. Still, the Holy Spirit wasn't budging on this. Then the doctor said 5 WEEKS is the probable amount of intense pain. Again the Holy Spirit told me to tell him NO! A few days later they allowd Jillian to come home. A couple days after that Jillian called me to ask that we lay hands on her. So I brought my wife (and a few kiddies) over to her home, laid hands on her, annointed her with oil, prayed the prayer of faith over her. (We have a home church) Jillian then drifted off to sleep after we left. The very next morning she woke up, got out of bed, and suddenly realized, SHE WAS HEALED!!!! She is up an out of bed, walking around! No pain! No headaches! No throwing up! No nausea! No pills! No kidding!!!!

Praise the Lord on High!!!!!! He is an awesome and loving Father to His child!!

Psalms 34:3, "O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together."

T H A N K Y O U J E S U S !!!!!!

Truth is truth!

Nicholas

Happy Sabbath ,

Greetings from Iligan City. I got teary eyes tonight reading the testimonies of Brother Nic about your son Joshua. We are of same age, im just 7 days older than him since I was born April 23, 1987.

By the way, let me introduce myself. I am Novi, sister of Ardelene (CountryLiving in POGM).

Im going to share my experience on how Jesus Christ helped me and saved me.

When I was first year high school (13 years old) I joined the school's journalist writers club. There I was trained to write news and do copyreading. At the middle of the year we were sent for a contest; the first level (Division LEvel) with 40 contestants. Unfortunately, I did not make it in the top 10. I was not discouraged. I prayed to God. His will be done.

The year after that, my family was driven out from Seventh Day Adventist GC because of the questions my parents asked to the pastors. By then we started to have home church. 3/4 of our brethren from the GC church joined our first worship up to the present.

When I was in 2nd year high school, I started my training again but that time I was assigned to do the Sportswriting. I undergone trainings. But I made sure I dont have trainings on Sabbath Day and the couch gave special exemptions for me. I prayed to God fervently that He will let me win in the Division level so that I can join the next level which is the Regional level. But God did not permit it. I was not discouraged. I just prayed and thank HIm. Same thing happened the next year (3rd year high school).

During my last year in high school (4th year) I joined again the writing contest. As usual...training..reading..writing..and all. I prayed that God will let me make it. In the division level I ranked 2nd (the first 7th will qualify for the regional level). So I joined the regional level with 88 contestants I prayed to God that He will let me win so that I can join the biggest event which is the National Level (whole philippines). I ranked 6th (first 7th will qualify the next level).

February 2004 we sailed to Manila via Cagayan de Oro city because the Regional Office of the Dept of Education is in Cagayan de Oro and they will sponsor us with all the expenses for the fare back and forth. I prayed so hard that I would be able to keep God's commandments away from home. I said to myself "I need to be courageous to say NO if they will tell me to do things that is against God's principles." I kept reading my Bible and shared the truth about the sabbath to other students that were with me. I explained to them why I dont eat the food they eat, why I keep the sabbath saturday than sunday. And they just nod and do their rosary too.

We arrived in Manila friday. The Regional Director (Dept of Educ) announced that enhancement seminar will be held tommorow (Saturday) no one is exempted! I talked to my couch heartily, "Ma'am, before I came here, you promised I will be exempted from Sabbath trainings." She replied, "can't you hear that? He is our head. We must follow or you go home. Dont worry I wont tell your mom that you joined the training. Dont worry you will do this once only, your God will surely understand." I got teary eyes. I asked her "What can I do to fight my faith?" she said, "If you have the courage to talk to one of the Division Supervisors for a request to be exempted. But I tell you shes very strict, you'll be embarassed." That time all I have in my heart was the courage to talk to the Supervisor. I went inside the room and prayed, "Lord I dont want to violate your Holy day. Please touch the heart of the Supervisor"

I took a deep breath, I went to the supervisor and said, "Good Afternoon Maam, I'm one of your students. I would like to ask for an exemption for tommorow's training since It is Saturday. It is the sabbath of the Lord according to the Bible. If Im going to violate it, He will surely wont answer my prayer. He will not help me. All our efforts will be in vain." Unexpectedly, she replied, "Yes, miss Novi, I respect your faith with your God. You are exempted tommorow. Please pray to your God that He will help you win." Happily, I ran to my room and prayed to God and thanked Him. That Saturday, I worshipped God and studied His words.

The night came before the contest. The head of all the teachers from diffrent schools called everyone to gather for a special worship, asking for God's help. There were nearly 40 students and teachers in the room that night. The principal teacher stood up and said "for the message we will ask Ms Novi to give us an encouragement". I really wondered why she pointed me (maybe because I was the only one bringing a Bible). I did not refused coz it was a privilege. It was a chance for me to share GOd's truth to these brilliant minds (although worldly wisdom). I quoted the verse my mom gave to me before I left home. In Deuteronomy 28:13...And the Lord shall make thee the head and not the tail; and thou shalt be above only, and thou shalt not be beneath; if thou hearken unto the commandments of the Lord thy God, which I command thee this day, to observe and to do them: I stressed to them that we have to keep His commandments in order for Him to make us the head. God's promises are conditional. We have to keep His commandments. I enumerated the 10 commandments. I finished the message uplifting God's Laws. I never heard a word from them.

Hours later after the worship, I was reviewing the words I've said. I prayed to God, "Lord, please help me. Show to them that you are with me and that my words are from you. Show to them that you love those who keep your commandments. But if it isnt your will I would accept that just like I have accepted the failures I have been through along the way before I get here."

The contest came, in my thoughts were the promises of God. I kept on praying for His help. The gymnasium was so crowded with different contestants from different regions of the country. I cant count them one by one. We were given 1 hour to watch a game and then 1 hour to write the news about it in separated rooms. With an empty stomach, I finished my output 5 minutes before the due.

Upon arriving at the building, where the students are accomodated, the Regional Director announced that for the first time they will asked for help from the Division OFfice. The Regional office (for the first time) will no longer shoulder the fare going back to our place (Misamis Occidental) due to financial shortage. So the tickets were rebooked and we have new tickets. Instead of via Cagayan, we have to sail via Ozamis this time since it is one of the cities of Misamis Occidental (much nearer).

We were in the sea port while the awarding was going on in the huge auditorium in Sta Cruz, Laguna, Philippines. A text message came to one of the teachers (I dont have a cellphone). It states, "Champion, Sportswriting, Novilene. Congrats!" After hearing that, the first thing came to my mind was the Deut 28:13. I thank God so much. I heard them saying, "She won because she kept the commandments of God. Have you observed that she was always reading her Bible, indeed, God helped her." I told them, "It wasnt me, To Him be the glory." God did not want me to be ashamed of the words I shared to them the night before the contest. I remember the contest between Prophet Elijah in Mount Carmel. At the end, God showed to the people the truth.

Finally, we got onboard. Some of the students and teachers were no longer with us almost half of them are boarding at the other ship, the Superferry 14 (the first ship in which our ticket was booked). Around 5am, I heard the news from the national television that Superferry 14 is in tragedy. It has bombed in it at the tourist accomodation (my ticket was tourist accomodation). It burned the entire ship. Some of the news about the Superferry 14 of February 2004 tragedy is found in http://www.newsflash.org/2004/02/hl/hl100123.htm

Everything in our life is God's will. I learned not to complain during failures. During trying hours I just prayed to Him for strength. If the ticket was not rebooked by the Regional director, I should be one of the victims in that tragedy. Some of the students were missing until now. My life is in God's hand. I know He has a plan for me.

He made me the head and not the tail in a national writing contest and He saved my life from the tragedy because I keep His commandments.

Later, I heard that competition is not good. Especially in the classroom because it might cultivate a pride in the heart and that invites sin. I always bear in my mind and heart that the success of that event was from God and not from my own strength. Without Him Im nothing. And thats what I always pray to God...to be humble.

The news spread throughout the province. I just replied, "It was Jesus Christ who helped me, not me alone!"

Sister in Christ,
Novi

p.s
Thank you so much for the website www.remnantofgod.org. It helped me a lot in spreading the truth to my classmates and friends. the quotes I needed were there.

Please e-mail me a testimony!

I am looking for the wonderous workings of our Lord and Savior in the lives of His church. Has the Lord done something for you that you want to shout from the rooftops and tell the world? Do you want to glorify the Lord Jesus for all to see?? PLEASE...Send me your testimonies. Let's tell the world what Jesus is doing TODAY! I AM LOOKING FOR TESTIMONIES OF MIRACLES REGRADING OR RESULTING IN: SALVATION HEALINGS FAMILY FRIENDS FINANCIAL PERSONAL VISIONS HOME LOVE ETC...ETC...ETC

Email me with your Heavenly blessings today. ALSO...Let me know if you want your "email or web address" posted on this page. This will allow many who are having trouble in the same area's YOU were blessed in, someone they can relate to and pray with. You have been there! Now let's help those that are STILL there. The sooner you send your testimonies the sooner I can finish this page and we can start GLORIFYING THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. ...Nicholas