I Hated Going to Church I grew up in a Christian household but as I grew into a pre-teen to teenager, I started to hate my devoted Christian parents, and I hated going to church. Most of all I hated God because I figured that he didn’t love me and that I wasn’t one of his elect because I never felt anything regarding him or Jesus or anything. Sure, I knew the stories about Jesus and as a kid, I would sing and pray. In any case, I decided “If God hates me, then I’ll hate him back.” I began HATING going to church, but my parents still made me go every week. Sometimes I would get so mad I would put my Bible on the ground stomp on it and kick it in the back seat of my Mom’s van. I started listening to Satanic metal bands when I was about 13. I liked Slipknot and my favourite line was “If you’re 555 I’m 666” and I put it on all my social media bios and things. When I started high school, I met a group of people who were all into witchcraft and the darker aspects. Being around these people made me feel more open about my hatred of Christianity and made me want to pursue witchcraft and
Demon Possession This is a brief testimony of deliverance from a Christian who was present when a demon spirit unexpectedly manifested in someone in a group of friends. The three of us, all in our late teens, were relaxing informally one evening in my bedroom. We regularly talked about God and the Bible since we were all Christian believers. In fact, recently, one of us–I’ll call him JP–had experienced a transformation in his life and had become an outspoken and dedicated Christian. He’d had a bit of a difficult life and regularly used drugs up until the time of his decision for Christ. We decided to pray together. Soon after we began praying, I noticed that something was wrong with JP. I looked up and saw John gritting his teeth with a violent look on his face. I felt paralyzed and just stared at JP, not sure what was going on. The other friend in the room realized that a demon had seized control of JP. He shouted, “Come out in the name of Jesus.” JP just sat there and uttered in a raspy voice, “You’re all going to die.” JP looked up and screamed, then assumed his normal countenance and voice. At this point, I was terrified and trembling. We determined that JP was okay and realized what had
