I had been in the occult for over 21 years when I found Christ. I was raised in the Baptist church, but things began happening in my life that they had no accountable explanation for. I grew up in a home that was periodically disturbed by what I believed were ghosts or spirits at least. I was told this was all a figment of my imagination and that I must be having mental problems. The fact that other people witnessed this activity at my home didn’t seem to phase the church.
A Pentecostal tent revival came to town while I was there. My mother was all worked up to go and wanted my step-father and me to go with her. She was relentless about it. I think my step-father and I finally agreed so that she would leave us alone and let us watch TV. So we went the night it started.
We got there and there was a lot of singing and praying. The pastor began to preach and I think my mind wandered off somewhere, but the next thing I knew he had called someone up to pray over them for healing. This got my attention. I was curious to see what was going to happen, because I was a white witch, meaning I used witchcraft and medicinal herbs to cure people.
He began praying over a lady who had come forward. She had cancer. He prayed for her and she began to jump up and down shouting that she was healed and praising God. I was thinking this had to be some kind of fake. Maybe he just paid her to do that. I knew it took me several days to heal someone with cancer.
So, I began to take an interest in what he was preaching. The supernatural power got my attention, but it was the preaching on the love of Christ,(and not damnation I might add), that began to change my mind. Preaching on hell wouldn’t have done me any good. I had heard that before. I had lived in hell all my life. I wasn’t scared of hell. I saw hell every day. I knew what demons were. Hell was just more of the same to me. I knew that my life was cursed. I had been living with a sense of doom for some time and I felt that there was no escape. It had hit home over the past year. The pastor preaching on sin and the condition of the lost seemed to confirm what I was already struggling with but hearing that God loved me and that He sent His only Son to demonstrate His love for us, now that was something almost too good to hope in, and I liked that idea!
So, one night I came home from the tent revival and I was looking at the bible in my room. I was lying there reading the book of Matthew. I wasn’t sure about this Jesus guy yet. I considered myself a man of peace and the occult had TAUGHT ME SOME VERY LIBERAL IDEAS ABOUT LOVE AND TOLERANCE, and some of the things Jesus had to say just didn’t sit right with my ideas about peace and love.
I daily thank my God for coming into my life and rescuing me from something that very few people escape from, and now I help others, ministering to all walks of life, but I have also been used by the Lord to lead many out of witchcraft, so many that I have lost count now. It gives me special joy to lead a lost soul to the Lord, but even more so a witch, because I know how deceptive it is and how few escape.
