I have the honor of sharing with you the testimony of David Arthur. Such a wonderful picture of God’s grace and forgiving mercy. This is a tale of David surrendering his life over to the will of God. And along his journey David walked away from the transgender/homosexual lifestyle. He is now on a mission to bring the truth to those still caught in the lifestyle.
Please go by his I Belong, Amen, share his story and give him support and love.
My Testimony… I Belong, Amen.
He carried me through the storm and made it possible for me to tell you my own story so that I have a part in crushing everything that satan has told you and led you to believe as being “normal” or okay. People have accepted complete sin as a “way of life” or a “lifestyle.” And I am here to let you know that there is no “way of life” or “lifestyle” called homosexuality, or transgenderism. Those are DEATH-styles and only lead to death. The prostitution, or sexual promiscuity, that comes with these “lifestyles” is not only sin, but it is wrong, and in your heart you know it is wrong. You know that those feelings you are having are not right. You know this because it is the Truth. I knew it when I lived it, even though I would never have admitted it at the time. I know we are in a society where these things are not looked down upon, as a matter of fact some have been accepted as lifestyles. Homosexuality and transgenderism are considered “natural” and “normal”. The Truth is, that they areeverything but natural OR normal! They are sexual addictions just renamed and relabeled, reworked to be more appealing to society. Sin is sin, no matter how you feel about it or what you’ve been taught or told.
I am constantly under attack by demons trying to take me back to the darkness that I dwelt in for too many years, but my strength comes from JESUS CHRIST and HE will, and does, strengthen me to carry on.
That pesky devil has no power over me, my power comes from The LORD.
I lived a homosexual life of sin, as well as transgenderism, for many years and I was one of those “very gay” flamboyant people who, if you didn’t know I was homosexual then you had to be blind, deaf and not paying attention. Did I have sexual encounters when I was a child with males older than me? Yes I did. Was I molested? Yes I was, however I never refused or stopped them and I actually enjoyed it, wanted it even. In fact, I desired the attention as much as I could possibly get it. But I do not feel that I became homosexual because I was molested, or because I did not have a father in my life. I had the feelings of Same-Sex Attraction way before I was molested, and I had even already “experimented” with other boys before the “molestation” took place.
I was very young when I had my first homosexual experience and I was 37 years old when I had my last. Over thirty years of detestable sin. I keep saying “detestable” because that is what homosexuality is to GOD, it is an abomination to HIM. There is no in between, medium, or acceptance in ANY Holy Bible that would allow anyone to think otherwise. You were not born that way and it is not okay to be that way. It is not okay for you to have those feelings and whoever told you it is, is a lie, and is employed by the devil and the Truth is not in them!
From the moment I was conceived I was on a rough road. I wasn’t three months in my mother’s womb when my father committed suicide, and that moment changed everything in my life. I grew up in a house full of women, my two older brothers were never around so I was always with my mother, sister or female cousins. And my only two friends were girls. I never had a father figure in my life and I may have longed for that. Is that what caused me to like the sexual advances from other boys and men? I don’t know, and frankly it doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that I know the Truth and, more importantly, that I tell you the Truth, in hopes that you will see and feel the conviction of your sin as I did and turn away from it, repent and believe.
I went from being a cute little boy to a very smart, manipulative, sexually suggestive and conniving little person, and I did so before I was even 10 years old. I had no clue I was on a path that would eventually bring me to a crossroad of Life, or death! And there is no doubt which road I took as I am here today to tell you of my own journey. It is our choices that lead us astray. We choose sin. Granted, we are all born into sin and shaped in
iniquity, but we have free will to make choices as we grow up, and those choices are what lead us down the paths we are on in life. And some of those paths have some very tragic endings. We are not born gay, nor are we Created that way by GOD… please know that and give it some deep thought.
Not only did I have feminine mannerisms about me but I looked very feminine also, actually I passed for a girl very easily on more than one occasion. Once I figured this out and realized I could receive even more attention and physical encounters, I used it to my advantage very quickly. By the age of 11 or 12 I was cutting school and heading to the local mall where I would put on a little bit of make-up and go on the hunt. I had a few very short lived relationships with older males who actually thought I was a girl. I performed sexual acts for them, and with them, as much as I could without going all the way to keep them from finding out my “secret”. When it got to the point where they wanted to take it “all the way”, I just simply stopped seeing them and vanished from their lives. I never knew, or realized, the danger I was putting myself in. But there I was, a preteen boy, passing for a teenage girl and I was getting attention from many different men that I did not want it to end.
After years of getting into trouble and being a huge “problem child”, my mom was at her wit’s end with me so she took me from New Jersey to live in Philadelphia, “the city of brotherly love.” Well, out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say. First we lived in an area of the city that was flooded with drugs & crime, which is where I discovered cocaine and started using on a weekly basis. At 14 years old I robbed the neighbors house, eventually getting caught but no charges were filed. My mom had met a nice man and they began dating on a regular basis, eventually moving to the Northeast section, a much better neighborhood. I was a spoiled brat and never could do any wrong in my mother’s eyes, so I got away with much more than I should have.
I quickly found the downtown section of Philly, called Center City, where all of the homosexuals hung out. I saw how open they were about it and how it was okay to be feminine and act like a girl. I was immediately taken under their wings and was part of something. I wasn’t quite sure what I was a part of, but it sure felt good to find people that felt, and acted, like me and to be accepted by them so quickly. They made me feel like I was in a brand new “family” that I never had because they were always hugging and holding hands, always so close together. Then, I met the “drag queens” & the “trannys”, the ones that I felt more of a connection to because they understood my feelings of not wanting to be who I was. They agreed with my passion for acting like and dressing like a woman. They assisted in my growth in this new world and they made sure I understood that what I felt was normal and okay. Assuring me it was alright to dress like a woman, it was definitely okay to engage in these sexual acts with other men and that it would be an even better idea to charge these men for letting them have their way with my body. It wasn’t long before I was running away from home, staying out all night, dressing up like a woman, drinking, doing more drugs, taking female hormone shots and pills, prostituting myself on the streets all night long, sleeping on park benches, in motel rooms and anywhere I could lay my head down to get some rest so that I could wake the next day and do it all over again.
I was arrested for numerous things. Finding myself in trouble with the law several times I ended up going to a juvenile detention lock-up facility where I realized I was even more “special” because I looked and acted so much like a girl. It seemed as if almost all of the other boys wanted to show me “affection and love” (of which I now know was just them wanting to have sex with, and use, me) and those who didn’t want to be bothered with me just stayed away from me. I did have a few really scary encounters like being forced to engage
in a sexual acts in the bathroom by a few different boys when I didn’t want to, but I figured that was just part of being who I was and whether they were paying customers or not, I was going to do what they wanted.
I was sent, by a judge, to a court ordered group-home. After running away from the group home and going from place to place and being arrested again, I was eventually sent to an all boys school by the court once again. I remained there for the course of the sentence and actually graduated High School there and received my diploma. I knew at that point that I had to be HIV+ because I had well over a thousand sex partners in my young life, and I happened to know that a lot of the men I slept with were HIV+, or had died from AIDS related illnesses since my encounter with them. I had already experienced having Shingles (which can be an early sign of being HIV+, especially in a 15 year old) and I had a few other signs like not being able to shake the common cold, or cough. I pretty much thought I had HIV since I was about 14 years old. However, that did not stop me from having as many sexual encounters as I could while in that all-boys school.
Once graduated, and sent home (released), I still wanted to take female hormones and dress like a woman but I didn’t want to do it while living in parks, or in the streets like I had done in my early teens. I was 17 years old when mom split up with her boyfriend and we moved to a neighborhood, called Frankford. It was definitely not the Northeast but we all fit in quite well. I went from living at home and being the feminine, extra flamboyant, gay guy (“Gay Dave” was my neighborhood nickname) to living with friends or in motels, dressing like a woman, prostituting and partying (“Miss Paige” was my downtown name). Then I would move back home and just be the feminine flamboyant gay guy for awhile. It was a never ending cycle for me. I would take off to New York City, Los Angeles, Florida or Virginia or wherever, survive for a few months and then when I was tired of sleeping with numerous men a day/night I would return home to the safety and comforts of mom & home.
I always remembered the attention I got when I had gotten locked up and put away, it stuck in the back of my mind like a dream or desire. And when I was arrested after turning 18 I was not in the juvenile detention center any more. I was sent to an adult facility where there were even more men that wanted to engage in special activities with me and I enjoyed it. I found myself liking it and wanting to actually stay in the county jail. It was like a safe haven for me because I had no worries and no competition as the men in there saw me as the closest thing they were going to get to a female. The female hormones had begun to work awhile back and I started to grow breasts and my body was getting much more feminine in it’s appearance. I spent a month or so in county jail and was ready to go back to the free world and the comforts of my own home.
At 19 I decided I wanted to do something with my life and get some job training, so I enrolled in Job Corps and was sent to W. Virginia where I started enjoying the everyday hustle of going to classes, job training and then back to the dorms for the “special” activities that I enjoyed most of all, being the feminine & girly looking one that other boys wanted to use for their own enjoyment, and I was okay with that. In my mind that contact was attention, which was affection, which meant they were showing me love, any type of love, at least in my young and misled mind. Well, my experiences at Job Corps came to an abrupt end when I was called into the nurses office to be told that I was, in fact, HIV+. I know that I already knew that I was HIV+, but let me tell you this, it is one thing to THINK you are HIV+, but it is a whole new ballgame when told that you are, in fact, HIV+.
I left Job Corps, returned home and went into a deep depression. I was only 19 years old at the time and had lived the life that not many before me had survived. Then to top it off my best friend, Michelle, was murdered. She was shot, execution style, during a drug deal gone bad in N.Y.C.. It all just tore me apart. I became very angry, and I decided to go back downtown and see some of my “friends” and see what they thought about my situation. I went to one of the few people I looked up to in that world, Kelly Harper, a transsexual that I had gotten close to and I looked up to him (always know that when I speak of transsexuals I say him, not out of disrespect, but out of respect for what GOD Created them to be) and he told me that it didn’t matter and it was nobody’s business. He said not to tell anyone else and, don’t worry about giving it to anybody because nobody worried about giving it to me. And so, that became my new motto. I told myself, often, that whoever gave me HIV did not care enough to let me know so why would I care if I gave it to anyone else. I continued dressing like a woman and prostituting myself knowing that I was HIV+. I took more female hormones and my breasts got larger, to the point where I couldn’t hide them from my family with big sweatshirts or baggy clothing
anymore. So I got an apartment and gave up the part time motel and part time home thing. I spent a
lot of time “escorting”, which is just another word for prostituting, but I didn’t have to walk the streets when I was an escort. The clients would call me or page me, from an ad I would run in a newspaper or magazine, and
I would go to them or they would come to my place. However, I was still drawn to walk the streets on
an almost daily basis. I believe it was just for the excitement of it all.
I would call party lines, or date lines, daily to meet guys for my personal pleasures as well. Whether for money or for free, I spent the majority of my time engaging in sexual activities with as many strangers as I possibly could. Homosexual men didn’t want no parts of a “drag queen” or a “tranny”, so I was left with the “straight” men who were in reality the bisexual men who thought they were straight. It was the bisexual men who would come to see me, some for pay, some for free, it didn’t matter to me as long as they kept on giving me the attention that I yearned for. I also had met a lot of men while walking around the city or the mall, who never even had a homosexual experience until they met me. When meeting me they just automatically assumed I was a female and so they approached me and after days, sometimes weeks, of talking on the phone or having them come over to watch a movie or have dinner, I’d eventually tell them I was not a female. For the most part, they always stayed and wanted to have sex. I can only think of maybe 2 or 3 that actually left and I never heard from them again. A few walked out on me, but then eventually came over, or called, and wanted to experience me.
Some of these young men I think of from time to time and wonder if I gave them HIV or if they were ever saved and born again. I used to wonder about how many were dead because of me? How many went home to their wives and girlfriends and gave them HIV also? How many babies were conceived and had HIV due to my actions? How many lives had my selfish ways ended, ruined or altered?
At one point I went down south to “get away from it all”, and all that changed was my surroundings, because it sure wasn’t my actions. There came a point when I once again found the wrong crowd of people. I befriended a lesbian who abandoned her son at my apartment. When I called child protective services and reported her, word got back to her (as the grapevine in the gay-world is so maliciously active) that I called CPS and she came and got him that night. The next day I was greeted by two detectives who wanted to ask me all types of disturbing questions. They were accusing me of attempting to molest the boy who was left in my home. The boy whom I fed and treated as if he was my family. A young boy that was obviously coached as to what to tell these detectives because they truly thought I was guilty. They didn’t arrest me at that point, but they did tell me not to leave town. So, of course, I left town! I went back home on the next thing smokin’, back to Philly. I now had warrants for the charge of ‘lewd and lascivious act in the presence of a child’ and I had a warrant in Philadelphia for prostitution. I was 22 years old, a male living as a female and HIV+.
Why would I change now?!?
I just kept on doing the same old things until eventually I was caught and sent to jail, where I was a “commodity”, and I knew it, I played the part so well and I could have anyone or anything I wanted
by doing the same thing I was accustomed to doing, having sex and acting as feminine as I possibly
could. I was eventually extradited (due to my warrants) to a county jail in Orlando, Florida where I was
not only a commodity, but the new “girl” in town and was prime for all of the men who sought
transsexuals and even for the ones who had not found “the right one” yet, at least not til I got there.
I really believed that some of these men truly cared for me. I truly thought they had my best interest at heart. Well, I was used and abused there as well. And eventually being released on probation.
During the next few years I was back and forth between home and going down south, violating probation, getting arrested for prostitution, staying in motels, being violated, beaten by lovers, stabbed once, shot at a few times, raped more times than I can count and just tossed and battered by the world and the worldly. I did many drugs and drank a lot. I went to prison twice, each time being the rag doll for more men than I could ever count. I was diagnosed with full blown AIDS while in prison and I believed I would die in prison. I knew that I wanted more out of life and I knew that I had compassion and goodness inside of me, so why was I always ending up in bad situations? I mean, I know it was due to my own actions but I just never could understand “why me,” a question I asked many times over. It took awhile to understand it all, Glory to GOD!!!!
Even through all of this, I did manage to keep a smile on my face and make the most of any situation and of every day that I was alive. I never dwelt on any given situation because that just didn’t make any sense to me. If I was going to be in that situation then I might as well make the most of it and then my time would go by quicker than if I felt sorry for myself everyday. I remember a correctional officer trying to be sarcastic and asking me if I was “happy” to be in prison because of all the men, she said I probably felt like a “kid in a candy store”. I told her that I wasn’t “happy” to be in prison but I sure was happy to be alive and I explained to her that me being gay had no bearing on my happiness. A concept I was starting to understand, slowly but surely.
The last time I was in prison there was an officer, we called him “Bishop”. He was a Christian and he let you know it to. I used to talk with him often, and I remember him telling me that WHEN I was saved my testimony would help so many people on so many different levels and walks of life. I now think back and realize he said WHEN I get saved and not IF I ever get saved. I think it may have been that moment that my life started to change, not completely, but he definitely planted that seed and he also watered that seed every chance he got.
I wanted something more, I just wasn’t sure what that “more” was. I was used to being battered and tossed through life, I had relations with more men than I could ever begin to count. But I also knew that there was one Man that I never attempted to get to know or have a relationship with, JESUS CHRIST. I would also argue with people that GOD made me gay and that I was living the life that HE Created me to live. Oh how wrong I was.
After my release from prison in 2006, I thought more about doing the right thing and trying staying out of trouble and out of bad situations. I didn’t stop my old ways but I sure did think about doing better by myself and for myself a whole lot more. I did a few things that took me back to my old self, but one thing had changed, my appearance. A few years in prison with no hormone shots or pills will definitely do that. My breasts had almost gone away and so did the wideness of my hips, and I became David again. I dressed up as a woman a few times in 2008 and early 2009 but I just couldn’t get comfortable, or into it, as much as I did years earlier, so I just stopped. I started going to places where gay men wanted to meet other gay men, and prostituted myself a few times but mostly just engaged in as many sexual encounters as I possibly could while spreading AIDS and notcaring about it either. Nor did I care for those who I was infecting, just as I had done for so many years before. I had purposely lied to people who asked if I was HIV+, or “sick” and there were also times when I purposely broke, poked holes in or removed the condom during sex. I just had absolutely no value for the lives of
those who I was engaging in sexual activities with at all. Reckless. Cold.
However, regardless of how much harm my actions could, and would, cause I still knew that I wanted Peace and Joy and Love in my life, but I also believed that I was truly meant to be homosexual. I desired a better quality of life. At this point in my life I knew it was easy enough to come by money, as I knew all of the different ways to get a hold of money, whether it be criminal or sexual, or both. I knew how to get physical or sexual contact easy enough. I knew how to escape from the daily trials and tribulations of life with narcotics and alcohol, but none of that mattered because that was no longer what I really wanted in my life and deep
in my heart. I wanted the peace, the joy and the love that I heard so much about from Christians. I
wanted my life to be whole and at peace. I not only wanted GOD in my life, I also wanted to
have what I saw in the faces and the eyes of so many Christians I had met through the years.
I decided to do what I could to stay out of trouble. I got a job delivering newspapers at night and it worked for me for awhile until faced with the temptations of being able to steal peoples mail and find money, credit cards, gift cards, information, etc… and right back down that path I went. And as I went down that dark path I also started experiencing very bad dizzy spells and a lot of balance problems which had caused me to give
up my job. Hmm, I started doing wrong and I started having health issues which caused me to give
up the very job that led me back to doing the wrong.
Turns out I had an infection in my brain. The HIV had taken over my body and my immune system was almost completely gone. My doctor doubted that I’d even survive. It was around that same time when I started having a lot of back/skeletal issues. It was constant and excruciating pain that kept me from moving most of the time and when I could walk without falling over due to the infection in my brain and my balance issues, I could only do it with assistance. I was back and forth to the doctors & hospitals for tests and on many pain medications. Finally being diagnosed with an array of medical issues. I spent months in bed and had to use a walker when I was able to walk. I was ordered a hospital bed as I could no longer lay flat. It was terrible. I was on some very powerful narcotics for pain. So I spent a lot of time just laying in bed, doing nothing. This gave me some time to really do some soul searching and to try to find myself. There was definitely a battle going on there. I was spending equal time on the internet between seeking GOD and learning about HIS Grace & Mercy and then I’d turn around and watch homosexual pornography, I was definitely torn. I was seeking CHRIST to come into my life. This is the time when I knew I had to make some major changes in my life, and in my thoughts & beliefs.
One day it hit me like a ton of bricks, I just knew in my heart and soul that homosexuality was wrong, it was an “addiction”, a sexual addiction, and I had to get away from it. As I truly accepted it, and seen it, as a “sexual addiction” it was much easier for me to see it as the sin that it truly was. Not a disease, and not an illness, not a disorder, just SIN!!! I learned more about GOD from HIS Word and about JESUS CHRIST. Then I was convicted by HIS Law. It was GOD’S Law that put me under conviction and caused me to repent of my sins and allow myself to be lead to JESUS CHRIST. It was JESUS CHRIST that rescued me from the cesspools of this dark, dark world. Sometime in mid-2009 I found myself accepting that homosexuality was an addiction, a sinful addiction, along with all of the other perverted ways and thoughts that come with it.
My health started to improve greatly and I was back up and moving around within no time. It seemed to me that my actions of staying away from the porn, and reading & studying HIS Word allowed something great to happen in my life. I thought, “imagine what HE can do in my life if I have this desire and drive every second of every day!!!” I couldn’t wait. I erased almost all traces of who I was, (photos, emails, letters, etc…) of my past life. I did eventually have to acquire a few photos of the “old me” for use in my testimony. To show where I was at and that no matter how deep you are, or believe you are, in sin, that there is a way out. I decided no more gambling, no more crime, no more homosexuality, no more sin ! I started telling others of what GOD was doing in my life in such a short period of time, and what HE could do in theirs if only they’d allow HIM to. It turned out I had to let those people I considered friends go also, as they just did not want to hear it.
Well, I did stumble, and fall again. It was my birthday, October of 2009, just a month after I had given HIM the reigns to take control of my life. I hit my breaking point and acted upon temptation for the next to the last time. I found myself in a suite in a casino for my 37th birthday, I was looking into a mirror on the ceiling and walls around the bed and watching myself engage in sexual activity with another man. I was not only immediately turned off by the whole scene but I was actually disgusted by what I was doing. I could not perform or go through with the whole ordeal. I stopped it and told him to get his things and leave. I actually felt FEAR, fear of what The LORD would do. I had let HIM down and broken my promise to HIM. I packed up my overnight bag and went home which is where I thought, prayed and found a way through the whole situation.
Shortly after that I decided to move back up to New England, more so for my mother to be closer to my sister and her grandchildren, but for me it was a fresh new start where I could begin my new life as a man of GOD, as David. The quality of my life has changed tremendously and I have been able to see more clearly because of the wisdom HE has granted me of HIS Word and HIS Will. For quite some time I noticed a lot of characteristics and mannerisms in myself that needed to be addressed and corrected. This is a daily struggle and I thank GOD that I now know the difference between what is good and what is nothing but evil. I like when I have that feeling come over me that tells me that something is wrong, or not good, because it lets me know that I am on the right path. If I wasn’t, then I wouldn’t recognize temptation, or the evil in a situation, when it occurs. Since I sinned on my 37th birthday, I have only actually fell and committed the physical act of homosexuality one time. Yes, one time was all it took for me to finally get it and feel the guilt & shame of what I had done, to ask GOD to forgive me. That one time was early 2010, during our move to Maine and early in my walk as a Believer, as I started my journey to becoming a Child of GOD. HE has Blessed me with such a strong will and purpose in life that I refuse to let satan win again. I know that GOD did not make any of the bad happen in my life, but HE did allow it to happen. I look at my life as “training”, kinda like a boot camp to be a soldier for The One, True GOD.
I know that I must die daily & I must lift and carry my cross daily.
Now I can’t tell you about your life or what you have been through but I can, and will, tell you what The Holy Bible says about sin, living in sin, and being “given up to sin”.
Leviticus 18:12 says, Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.
Leviticus 20:13 says, If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.
1 Corinthians 6:9-10 tells us that, Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind, Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.
I love you, regardless of what you’ve done, I sincerely care for you and the Hope of your eternal salvation. You must learn GOD’S Word, and know it well, then you can understand what is coming at the end of that path you are on. I truly want you to be able to see the sin for what it is, darkness and death. Learning GOD’S Will and coming to know that I was guilty of sin and that I was also living with an addiction, a sexually immoral and deviate nature that needed healing, the healing that only JESUS CHRIST can provide.
Roman 1:26-32 is very important… “For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet. And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, Backbiters, haters of God, spiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, Without understanding, covenant-breakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.”
Do you know what it means to be given up to a reprobate mind?
A reprobate mind is a mind that has become so ingrained in evil that it is not able to stop – even in its own best interest. Once you are “given up to sin” there is no other chance to get right with God.
To become righteous is to have a right relationship with God.
I mean seriously people, do you want to burn in the Lake of Fire for eternity??
Do you want your mother, father, brother or sister, your family and friends to burn in hell?
Does this not concern you?
Do you not want to do whatever you can do to make it right and turn away from sin?
Do you not want to learn what GOD can do for you? Or what HE has done for you already?
How HE sent HIS Only Begotten Son to die for you, for your sins, and mine. Now trust me when I say, GOD does have a plan for your life and HE does Love you. If you continue in a life of sin then HIS Goodness and Love will give HIM no other choice but to find you guilty and punish you.
It took me thirty something years to allow JESUS into my heart, my soul, my life. Do I ever battle with those the UN-wanted feelings or emotions of Same-Sex Attraction? Yes, I do, but I know that those “urges” and “attractions” are just plain ole temptation.
In order to accept sin for what it is you must realize that it is sin and that you are a victim of that sin.
If we knew we were being deceived then it would not be called deception. Do not allow the devil to deceive you any longer by telling you lies and leading you astray. Stand firm and stand up!
I know this to be true and I can guarantee you that even though it may be hard in the beginning, it does get easier as time goes by. I have much pleasure and joy being a man of GOD, and knowing that I belong, Amen.
I would like to give GOD all of the Glory for allowing me to use my testimony & life
experience to reach out to others in hopes of giving them the courage to
open that door to allow JESUS CHRIST to come in. In everything that I do
I must always give GOD the Glory and the credit. HE has graciously
given me life when all I deserved was death. HIS Grace & Mercy
have brought me through and now is my time to be that
man of GOD that HE Created me to be.
There will be NO HALF-STEPPIN’ ! My life is not mine, it is HIS.
I will live according to HIS Will and I will press on until HE calls me home.
Trust & Obey!! Perseverance!!!
There will be many that do not like what I have to say, and I feel so sorry for them!
There will be many more that attempt to hurt me with their words and maybe even with their fists,
but NOTHING or NOBODY can stop me from doing GOD’S Will.
In His Love, David Arthur