Brother-Paul
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Sounds like you had a journey bro. but it's made you who you are, makes you valuable when you meet someone in pain, because they know you understand. It's God's training for many a Christian. Bless you.
It was an experience brother, there is so much not included but it gives a picture.
Some say TV and films don't affect a child's mind, they sure do. So what does all the evil in video games do. We used to do what we saw in the westerns, you will remember well, Bonanza, Raw Hide, and hundreds more. But what I found interesting when I look back was seeing a film with guys rolling in fire, we copied it!
Then there is another situation when much younger, I was always having nightmares, falling out of bed and getting trapped beneath it them screaming as I woke up, one time I had fallen out of bed and ended up under a tall boy, a wardrobe with about 6" underneath, scream I did, they had to get neighbours in to help get me out. Then there was a situation around 1953-54, I was in the same bedroom as my dad, on my own, he would through his clothes on the floor. I was in the room, I was so often send to it, I hated the room, one night it was dusk, my bed was in a corner, I sat up with my back to both walls, I stared at his socks on the floor, they were screwed up, they suddenly they came to life, monsters I had never seen before and they were coming to get me, I screamed the house down. There was no TV's in those days, just a wireless downstairs, no Spielberg movies or the like, their were no believers in the family to say they were demons, I had never heard the term, I was only 5-6 years old at the time.
As I look back now, I was 4-5 years old when trapped under the tall wardrobe, yet at 17 years old I was inside a concrete incinerator tunnel when the whole lot came in, crushing me inside, only my boot souls were showing. Hence part of my issues today with lack of mobility and pain.
It's a strange life, so much evil, so much fear, so much sin. That vicar you know I hated his guts, it bred inside me, screwed me up, I got to not just hate him, ate all he stood for, even ate God. Maybe, maybe that was just what God wanted to heal me, I would not let anyone try tell me about Jesus, God or anything 'religious'. I was in control of my life, I was the only one I could trust, my wife yes but in percentage terms, she was the only person to ever love me. Yet I was brought to nothing, lost everything, to bring me to my knees, to release all those years of held back tears, boy didn't I cry and it took very little to start it. I was being set free.
As you say my friend, what we experience helps make us the people we are today, things we have experienced can help others. Isn't God amazing brother.
If I thought that part of my life was hard, I was in for another shock. Never say becoming a Christian is easy, I changed almost overnight, next battle was harder for sure, my wife said I wasn't the man she married, I was so close to losing her and the kids, it was hell. I couldn't have my Bible on show in the house, I had to stop going to the place of worship, it was that bad. The Spiritual battle was harder than anything I had previously experienced, because my heart had changed, I had feelings for others, not myself! Three and a half years of it, but God always provides a way, when I stopped going to the place of worship God provided another way for fellowship, out of the blue, on a property visit at work I met a retired Pentecostal minister, he thought me what I know now, he thought me how to be protected by the blood of Christ, how to deal with a spiritual battle. Thank you Lord for Gilbert.
God is amazing my friend, but I know I do not need to tell you. It is a pleasure to know you and be brothers in Christ.
PTL \o/
Shalom