The Story Of A Former Exorcist

I was born into a family of mixed spiritual beliefs. My maternal grandfather was a Buddhist leader and my fraternal grandfather an exorcist. When I was born, my exorcist grandfather told my father that he had selected me to be his heir, being the new exorcist after his death. So he had taken me to his house to raise me up as well as to train me about black magic. He’s well-versed in incantations and could communicate with ghosts and evil spirits. He could also work wonders, for ex: casting a spell on a house, causing it to disappear; fire-walking, etc

Now I heard a Thai man speaking about Jesus Christ but somehow I’d felt extreme hatred towards him despite not knowing him at all. My feeling of enmity was so strong that I wanted to hurt him but couldn’t do that for there’re many people around him. All I could do was laugh at him so hard and loud that I hoped he must be so discouraged that he’d stop his preaching about Christ!

While I was taunting and laughing at him, he said, “Everyone has sinned.” I thus retorted to him, saying, “It’s not surprised for I know who I am.” So he continued his preaching immediately, “But Jesus has the power to forgive sins.”

That night, after hearing about the power of Jesus, I’d tried to pray to Him, saying: “If you really have the power to forgive sins, please reveal it to me by protecting me from the power of evil spirits.” Then I went to bed and slept like a log. When I woke up I’d clearly realized that Jesus’ power is more powerful than that of the evil spirits. So I want to know more: “Who is this Jesus?”

I was able to attend the youth meeting in that evening. This time I felt genuinely grateful to God for it seemed everything was set in advance. The meeting theme was “The Life of Jesus”. The preacher had shared the stories of Jesus with us, ranging from His birth to His death. When he talked about Jesus carrying the cross to Golgotha, I couldn’t suppress my tears. For I thought the one who deserved to die on the cross was me, not Jesus. But Jesus was willing to die for my sins. During that time, I hadn’t thought of any other persons. I thought only about myself and Jesus had died specially to absolve my sins.

When the preaching was over, I had approached the missionary who had then supervised Manorom Church and asked him how I could invite Jesus to be my personal Savior. He instead asked me how I felt. I said I felt I was a sinner and also felt that Jesus was the only genuine God who could help me. That Missionary then led me to pray the sinner’s prayer and to invite Jesus into my life.

At that very moment, I received the answers I’d been seeking for a long time. After accepting Jesus, I’d found true peace of mind. Any other evil spirits which I had encountered before couldn’t give me this peace. I was so glad, wanting to know Him more. The more I read the Bible which is God’s Words, the more I cried…cried so hard due to having felt greatly appreciated His love for me.