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Christian testimony is the description of the journey of someone's life that how he converted to Christianity and how Jesus influence his life. Testimony includes the lesson of life that helps a person to believe in God. It may be a miracle that happens in the life of a person and all of his problems are solved. Testimonies are very influential for new believers and non-believers due to the changing of life after believing Jesus. Christian testimony includes the problems in life and their solution after believing and praying to Jesus. You should tell your testimony by telling the problems you were facing before meeting Jesus. What were those problems and how many times you fail to solve these problems? Then you will tell that how you get closer to Jesus. What is the reason that you decided to consider Jesus for your help? At last, you should share the part of life after meeting Jesus that how Jesus change your life. You should share that how is your living going now. Evangelism is the process of campaigning faith in Christianity. In evangelism, people share the gospel for preaching the impact of Jesus on life. There are a lot of evangelism strategies that include evangelism by spreading the Bible and gospel by media or road evangelism. If you want to preach Christianity then chooses the best evangelism methods. Evangelism is the best way to describe your love and affection for god and if you want to be an evangelist then follow these evangelism ideas:
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It was August 1995, but I remember it like it was yesterday. My wife Linda was going to this little country church. We had been having trouble with our marriage, so I decided it might help if I was to start going to church with her. I had been going a few months and listening to the preacher, but it seemed like every week that preacher was standing up there talking about me. So I did what a lot of people do. I quit going. I didn’t need that every week.
After I quit going, things got worse. We were arguing, and I told my wife to just leave. I’d had enough. Well, she did. She went to her pastor’s house, and it wasn’t long before he was calling me. He asked if he could come to my house and talk to me. I really didn’t want to hear what he had to say, but I really did like the guy. So I told him I guess he could. It didn’t take him long to get there, and when he showed up he had a little book with him called eternal life. He ask me if he could read the book to me. I didn’t want to hear it, but I didn’t want to be rude so I said, “Sure, go ahead.” He opened that little book and started reading. As he was reading, I was looking at the TV, the ceiling, the walls, anywhere to keep from looking at that little Real Life Stories. Being the good servant of God that he was, he just kept on reading. When he came to the end of the book there was a prayer at the end. He read that little prayer to me and asked me if I would like to pray and ask Jesus in to my life. He said Jesus would give me this eternal life if I would just confess my sins to Jesus with my mouth and believe with my heart. I told him that I didn’t think I was quite ready for that. He said that was fine and maybe I needed to think about it. Then, he left. I went on to bed because I had to get up at 3am to make a run to northern Illinois the next day. The next morning I was up by 3 and on the road by 4 headed to Galena, Illinois. I’d been driving about an hour when the tears started pouring out of my eyes. I remember I couldn’t stop crying, and I started talking to God. I said, “God, if there even is a God. I’m not sure if I even believe in God, but if you’re real I need you to show me a sign. I need a sign from God.” Well as I drove on the tears finally stopped. About daylight, I was driving up I-55 when I looked out in the field and there was this little blue sign that looked like it had been out there forever. As I looked at that old weather cracked sign, I read CHRIST IS THE ANSWER. When I read those words I thought, “That’s a sign, that’s a sign from God!” Then I heard this voice inside my head saying, “That’s not a sign from God. That old worn out sign has been there forever.” Besides, when I asked for a sign from God, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean I wanted a sign. I meant I wanted something big something from God. So I started talking to God again, and I told God that wasn’t good enough, that wasn’t what I meant. I needed something else, something from God. So I wiped away my tears and drove on. I remember driving along and talking to God, and by this time I was on I-74 between Peoria and Galesburg, this little white van pulled up beside me. I looked down at this woman in the van. She looked up at me with a funny look on her face, rolled down her window, stuck her arm out the window, and pointed her thumb to the sky. I thought, “What is she doing? What’s that supposed to mean?” Then, as the van went on by, I read on the back of the van it was a church van. When I read those words the first thought that came to my mind was that it was a sign from God. Then I said, “No, God. That’s not good enough either. That’s not it. That’s not what I wanted.” I wanted something big, something that would leave no doubt that it was from God. I drove on with lots to think about, expecting at any moment something big would happen. I made it to my destination a little past noon. I started unloading my bulk tanker of explosives. As I was unloading, sitting on top of 46,000 lbs. of explosives, I started talking to God again. I told God that I was still waiting for something big. I don’t really know what I was looking for, but I would know it when I saw it. I had visions of a big bolt of lightning shooting down from the sky. When you’re sitting on 23 tons of dynamite a bolt of lightning is the last thing you want to see, but I was ready and waiting. Well, nothing happened. I finished unloading and left. As I headed east toward Rockford on U.S. 20, I started talking to God again. I remember saying, “God I’m still waiting for my sign, for something big.” I hit Rockford and headed south on I-39. About an hour later I looked to my left, and out in the field was a great big sign. On this sign was the face of Jesus and the words THIS ONE’S FOR YOU! As I looked into the eyes of Jesus and read those words, cold chills started running up and down my spine. Tears started running down my face. I started confessing my sins and trying to remember the prayer that was in the little book that Russ, my wife’s pastor, had read to me. I prayed that prayer the best I could remember it. I prayed a whole lot more just in case that wasn’t enough. The feeling that came over me was indescribable, but it was like I was floating the rest of the way home. Jesus had lifted all my burdens that day. I couldn’t wait to get home, tell my wife, and call Russ who now is my pastor and best friend. The next day the sky was bluer and the grass was greener. Everything had changed! My and Linda’s marriage gets better each and every day. The problems of everyday life are still there, but I don’t have to face them alone. Jesus is always there with me. I was a young backslidden preacher that was overworked and stressed to the limit. This caused me to suffer a partial nervous breakdown, which lasted seven years. It was in the early 80’s that I had left home and secured a job running coast to coast, as I thought I could run from my troubles and from myself. My parents were trying to make up their mind on having me committed to an asylum for treatment, but I was not going to stick around and wait.
It was time for me to go, and soon I was back on drugs and going back toward the world. I bought all new clothes, which looked like something out of a young guns movie, and hit the western trail. I didn’t make contact with my family for over a year. I ran the wheels off my truck, averaging over six thousand miles per week. I decided I did not have the desire to live and tried on three different occasions to end my life. I had guns all over my truck, as I had earlier worked with the Sherriff’s Department in my home county. I am unable to recall the first few times I attempted to take my life, but I will never forget the third. I was in Carlisle, Pennsylvania near the Association of Christian Truckers Chapel. It was raining. As the morning sun began to swallow up the darkness, I slipped out of my truck with one of my guns. I stood behind the cab of my truck. As I slipped the pistol under my chin, I thought nobody would see me and nobody would even care. I am unable to remember much except that someone stopped me, pointed at the chapel, and said, “That is where you need to be.” I don’t know who they were or where they went, but it got me thinking that maybe I could put it off and go to the chapel. I recall as if it was yesterday, that beautiful red head meeting me as I opened the door. She instantly recognized that something was wrong with me and began speaking what I needed to hear. I was one messed up individual that had grown tired of the church scene with preachers not practicing what they were preaching behind the blessed desk. I just could not understand how they could be one way toward their family and another way in church, with no remorse or conscience. The lady chaplain walked over to where I was sitting and stared in my face with a smile that caused me to forget why I was even there. I was taken back as I looked at her red dress and white boots. Suddenly, she began speaking on how people in clergy sometimes get caught up in the flesh. This got my attention. I remember she began to expound on how people could claim to be godly but end up being dragged down by the flesh. She said sometimes people do these things because the flesh likes to do what it knows how to do. I started to cry and told her what I had just attempted to do behind my truck. It was then that I saw her husband start crying with me. She prayed with me. I later learned that her name was Kris, and her husband’s name was Joe. He was a retired high ranking officer in the US Navy. These two precious people were used of God to make an influential impact on my life. It was in the early 90’s that I was on Interstate 80 and passing through Milton, Pennsylvania. I heard a voice I had come to know so well. It was Chaplain Kris on the CB inviting drivers to chapel service. I thought, “After all these years could this really be her?” I made a point to pass that route again, and sure enough there was that voice calling me home. I stopped in, and she instantly recognized me and said, “The Lord says you are preaching tonight.” I smiled and said, “Chaplain Kris, the Lord has cleared up my nerves and placed me back into his ministry, but I have not attempted to speak. She said, “I knew it, and you are preaching tonight!” I remember preaching the message about the woman at the well and calling it God’s Flower Garden. I did not know it, but she had recorded the message that night and gave me a copy. The Lord opened the door for me in several radio stations and started performing miracles when I would preach. Several tape ministries reproduced and distributed the message from that chapel service on God’s Flower Garden. It traveled the world with hundreds of stories coming in of changed lives and healings. I would often stop by The Little Grace Chapel in Milton, Pennsylvania and preach. There were services every night at 7:30 and 10:30, and the place was usually full. The Lord even had my runs set up until I could do a week revival there with many lives changed for the Glory of God. We have witnessed God bring them in by the hundreds as we sang and played our guitars over the speakers in outside services. There were drivers young and old dancing in the parking lot giving praise to the Lord as we had revival in the parking lot by the fuel isle. Many times, God would use me to give a word of wisdom and knowledge that would stop drivers from attempting to take their life with stories like mine. Some had left their truck, coming to our meeting, looking for a reason to live. Just like Kris had the words for me, God had the words for them. Just like me, some later made it into the Lord’s ministry. I could go on and on, but now you know why I have devoted my whole life to working in God’s ministry and allowing Him to leave His signature through me to other generations. I became a recognized chaplain with the Association of Christian Truckers and was blessed to minister at the Road Angel on several occasions in Illinois. My thanks to the Mobil Truck Drivers Ministry for being there for me when I was looking for a reason to live! God has used my ministries, Withered Hand Ministries, Inc. and Withered Hand Ministries International, to reach around the world with hundreds of testimonies of changed lives, miracles, and healings. The Lord has blessed me to write inspirational books, which can be found in many cities in the USA and many countries throughout the free world. Yes, dear friend, I can say with confidence that when God gives out His rewards, those that paved the way for the Mobil Chapel Ministry to the drivers and motoring public, they will not lack for rewards. Be blessed. Truck drivers whose trust is on Christ are known as missionary drivers. They believe Jesus as rescuer. Truckers Ministry provides the gospel at the truck stop for enhancing their belief on Jesus. Many truck driver ministries are performing their functions to increase opportunities for drivers to meet Jesus. In 1951 in Pennsylvania Transport for Christ is made that helps truck drivers to listen to the gospel at truck stop chapels. Chapel truck stops are very beneficial because they help to depress all the illegal events including drug smuggling and prostitution. Different trucker ministers have different methods of giving chapels truck stops.
Jackson and Georgia's truck ministries have a different method than transport for Christ ministry. They convince local churches to develop their truck stops for providing guidance and resources. Singer and veteran truckers establish a radio package in 1974 called highway melodies. They distribute recorded cassettes and bible courses among truck drivers. This the only truck ministry that has a great influence on drivers. Another truck ministry is the association of Christian truckers. It is a non-profit institute to fulfill the requirements of truckers and their relatives. A person may face a lot of problems in prison and pray to God for his safety and God change his life and solve his problems. Truckers Ministries Christian Truck Drivers share real life stories that change their lives and know the power of God. So always keep believing in God for a happy life. Christian Truckers real life experiences make us able to worship God properly and follow His orders. You may face difficulties in your personal life but by reading truck drivers ministries books you may get the knowledge that how to solve any problem and make you believe that God will solve all the problems. Hope is very important for life it helps to make life better. Hope is the only thing that motivates you to work hard and manage all the difficulties of life for a better future.If you want to succeed in life then don’t lose hope. We hear about many people that face many difficulties but don’t lose hope and get success in life. Here at Real Life Stories, there are a lot of stories of hope that inspire us to have a better life in the future. Many hopeful stories of people that were facing difficulties in life but miracles and the help of others make their life happy. If you are feeling stress then read stories of hope for releasing the stress.
These Christian Testimony inspire you and increase your faith in yourself and you can improve your life. You can read these stories of hope to increase your confidence and motivating yourself to think positively for the future. |
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