Personal Narrative: Demonic Love

I became a Christian in 1982 while in high school. I had never attended church prior to Easter 1982. I found something interesting in the whole of the service and decided to read a Bible. The Bible made some sense to me. I had a few questions about some of the stuff that had happened and was given Evidence that Demands a Verdict by Josh McDowell. Well that answered most of my questions. I was also given Mere Christianity which answered more questions. I felt convicted by the Holy Spirit and asked G-d to come into my life and forgive me of my sins.

In late August 2015, I spoke with Corey over the phone about what needs to be done in order to facilitate a non-profit line of literature for the group. Calling him from my cellphone, I said to him halfway our phone call, “Corey, let it be assured that this idea of mine is a ‘kill two birds with one stone’ proposition, which has the potential to solve our group financing and publicity handicaps.” Then he responded to me by saying, “I honestly do think it is an interesting proposition and would like very much like to see what can be done to get Fire of the Spirit in a position where we can actually do just that. I want you to know that I really do value the hard work and determination which you bring to FOS. I really want to do whatever we can to make this new venture for Fire of the Spirit a reality but it is going to be a lot of work and I will need your help to make it possible.”

Speaking from my personal experiences I can definitely say the spirit world is real. Such as when i was younger I would always feel strange vibes from certain things such as anything dealing with death. Like I went to a funeral home once and got a vibe that something was watching me. As i continued to walk i felt it getting stronger and stronger as i went to view the body. I wasn’t the only one to feel this feeling as my mother did as well. Many people each and every day encounter something like this. A haunted house, grave,and even a random location like a bridge. Some locations are said to hold powerful energy that anyone feels. Feelings that there could be something lurking. Sometimes when an energy is so high in an

I spent from kindergarten to eighth grade at a Catholic school. I learned about both the Bible and the Catholic faith and never saw them at odds with each other. After eighth grade I attended Wayne Christian. I was shocked at how uneducated these Christians were on their fellow believers, claiming that the Catholics were not Christians. I try to dispel their ignorance with education such as explaining the Catholic perspective on Saint Mary, sainthood, and certain rites of the Church. Day after day I corrected them on Catholic beliefs, me against a whole school of people. I eventually had to leave the school because the people were to set in their ways. That is when I challenge something that outraged me.

This is part of my testimony. And it is part of a letter I wrOTE back in December 2005--a month before we were invited to the Salvation Army Church for the first time by our friends Doris and Efrain. “Our church has been closed and we don’t have a church to congregate. Now I am depending on what the Holy Spirit wants for us. I am waiting for Him to tell us where we will be meeting and continue doing his work. Nelson and I know that we tried to do the best we could with the strength that the Lord gave us. It has been a very enjoyable experience and I know that the work in the Lord is not in vain. “While meditating in my years after accepting Jesus Christ as my lORD AND Savior, the following are my lessons learned: 1)I realized that I had been

31.50% of the world is Christian. 22.32% of the world is Islamic. 0.20% of the world is Judaic. 13.95% of the world is Hindu. 5.25% of the world is Buddhist. 15.35% of the world is secular, nonreligious, agnostic, or atheist. 10.58% of the world is made up of other religions. I am among the 15.35% of the world that is secular, nonreligious, agnostic, or atheist. However, I identify as a religion called LaVeyan Satanism, which sprung up into our world on Walpurgisnacht in 1966 and was birthed by Anton Szandor LaVey.

Ever since I was a young girl, I fell as a victim to cyberbullying and hate. It got to the point where someone made a Facebook page labeled as “I hate Sammi Zhao!!!”, which a majority of my friends and fellow peers marked as “Like”. This occurrence, let down and backstabbing of my friends, led me to suicidal thoughts and depression. I was accustomed to the mindset that every person I met would end up leaving me as time passed by. However, I was fortunate enough to find hope in Christianity, the religion that greatly benefited my journey of overcoming my struggle.

I look around and my eyes land on Tessa. She leaps back straight onto the now yellowing trampoline. Her steady hands push off the large red target in the middle. Her back handspring is flawless. As she straightens out and salutes her arms she smile and puffs out her chest. My heart aches.

For someone who doesn’t know how to fight, I’m not losing as bad as I imagined. Sure, I’m getting my butt kicked, but at least I’m learning and that’s what’s important. Though, I wish learning wasn’t so painful. I sit up, panting hard. My face is red and partly bruised. My entire body is hot and sticky. I want to stop and take a break, but Thorn’s not about to let me stop when she’s barely broken a sweat.

Two stand in the center, one yearns for the power to not be a burden, the other wishes for the power to lift any hardship, yet both walk together, the strings of many emotions tying them together. As they stand together in me, they stood together outside of me. Mayhaps they, together, might stay here intertwined for a lifetime. Even now, though, a force pushes against my walls like the swelling tide of a raging sea, fully intent on shattering my fortifications, but I shall not let it. I will not let him steal my family.

“Are you convinced that allowing God to drive is best? If so, I challenge you to let God

I have had a long, drawn-out pain in my life. It’s been festering like a hidden sliver in my thumb. I prefer not to touch it. No matter how much I try to ignore it, the swelling ache continues to annoy me. A broken relationship that refuses to mend in isolation. My offender chose to part ways without reconciliation and now the thought of contacting this person fills me with anxiety. The anxiety of rejection, a fear of what they might say, a concern on what the Holy Spirit might ask of me. I have spent much of the passing years frustrated at the person, reliving the painful acts and words that spewed from their mouth.

Growing up, my parents never talked about God, or church, or Christianity. I did not know who God was, nor did I know anything about Christianity. I did know, that all of my friends believed in this so called ‘God” and would go to church every Sunday, and identified themselves as Christian. I did not know what any of this meant, but at first I acted like I did, so that I wouldn’t be seen as different.

“What do you mean he has no mother”, I asked.The lady said “His parents were killed in a storm when he was”.I didn't know if I should be shocked or extremely horrified.Some of the other kids had told me they saw Jerry heading toward the laurel.As I approached the field of rhododendrons, I can see Jerry crouched near a tree.I could not tell if it was raining,or tears dropping down the side of his cheek.”I know you're probably upset with me” he said, “I just thought that if I lied then then you wouldn't have to leave”.This brilliant and magnificent child had lied to me.But not for the wrong reason, he just wanted someone that appreciates him.I knew I couldn't just leave this boy at the orphanage.

After watching endless episodes of “The Middle”, a TV show my brother, mom and I had been watching, I slumped up the stairs feeling tiredness overcome my body and brain as most sleep deprived teenagers do. I stumbled into my room feeling for the light switch in the dark and flipped it. On my almost robotic bedtime routine I slowly and grudgingly brushed my teeth and slipped on my pajamas. I pulled back the sheets and sunk into the soft plush comforter. My cat was sleeping on the end by my feet. “Macky, come here I called”