I was a born again Christian, not living in sin, baptized in water, baptized in the Holy Spirit. I was receiving revelation from Jesus, I experienced His guidance in my life and I was living what I thought was a good Christian life. We were reading the Bible at meal times, praying as a family. We were teaching our children about Jesus, had no television, never went to the movies or places of worldly pleasure. My children did not go to discos or hang out with friends, never slept out. My wife never worked out so the children came home from school and did their homework and their chores. They had the contract to deliver a weekly newspaper, which kept them very busy two afternoons a week and also earned them some good pocket money.
I had an executive job as general manger of a manufacturing company. I was not ashamed to testify for Jesus, and managed my business so others knew I was a Christian. I had a track record of fixing unprofitable companies turning them to productivity and profitability. I had a reputation for being a straight honest business man who did not accept half measures or poor performance, neither in my own company nor in the service we delivered to our customers.
We were financially blessed and by my understanding we were doing right in the sight of God and Jesus was pleased with us. Then I had the shock of my life, I had a heart attack, died, left my body and found myself going down a deep black hole, on my way to hell. I knew I was not coming back, it was final, my time was up. (My detailed testimony is on my website and youtube channel) I pleaded with Jesus to let me come back and warn others of the reality of hell and to prepare. Jesus did let me come back but my relationship with Jesus would never be the same after that. I had the fear of God in me and still do.
I was so sure that I was right with Jesus and then I had to find that I was on my way to hell. By all standards that I knew from reading the Bible I believed that I was doing good and I was saved. What I did not understand was that I was living for ME, not for Jesus. Until then everything had been about ME, my achievement, everything that Jesus had done for me and given me, even the baptism in the Holy Spirit, gift of speaking in tongues, revelations, dreams, guidance, answering my prayers, blessing me and my family financially and in all ways, physically, with good health and prosperity. Even with all that I was going to hell.
I started warning people, sharing my testimony. Soon I learned that most people do not really listen to what you are telling them. I went to churches and gave my testimony, but they were not interested. they want sensation. It is all about their church and their own importance. They are not interested in testimonies of Jesus, especially when you tell people to repent and explain that you were a good Christian and found yourself on your way to hell. I made fliers and put them in people's mailboxes but rarely received feedback. With time I testified less and basically gave up but that was a mistake.
I had to learn, it is not about results of reaction, IT IS ABOUT OBEDIENCE AND BEING PLEASING TO JESUS, DOING WHAT JESUS WANTS YOU TO DO. It is about following the Master, waiting on Him, seeking Him in prayer. Jesus wants ABSOLUTE HOLINESS, He does not tolerate disobedience, not one sin, not one evil thought, no rebellion. It is all about Jesus and His Kingdom, not about us. We MUST CHASE AFTER JESUS, FOLLOW HIM.
Jesus did not leave me alone, He was teaching me, coaching me. The devil was attacking me with fear about another heart attack. I was under severe stress, lying awake at night with my heart throbbing, in pain, sweating profusely, not knowing if I would see the sun rise the next morning. I knew that I will die again but I had to be sure that when my time comes that I do not go down the black hole to hell again. I was constantly praying, day and night. I was in an inner struggle for more than a year. I never spoke to anybody about it, never went to the doctor, never took tranquilizers. My business was with Jesus. I had to overcome. I had to resist the devil and overcome him. I had to overcome my flesh, my fears, my concern about myself. I had to fight a force bigger than me. I lost interest in the things that used to be important to me because I was busy with a bigger struggle. The pleasures of life lost their attraction.
After a year the Holy Spirit had burned the dross out of me. My focus was on Jesus and on pleasing Him. The pain in my chest that kept on coming back disappeared. I ignored the devil who had plagued me with doubt and anxiety, he could not intimidate me any more, I had won the battle against my own doubt in Jesus. I was interested in Jesus and His Kingdom.
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