Journey to Deliverance – My Testimony, Part 1

This article was published yesterday in a very short version but the Lord has instructed me to expand it: to be more transparent. So my story will be told in three parts.

This will be the first that I have publicly shared my testimony. I was contented to remain silent about my conversion but the Lord has instructed me to not be ashamed.

In May 2014 I attended a Men’s Conference in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Everything started rather slow. We were asked to share our experiences with ‘having a godly father and how he has influenced our life’. Six other men sat at my table. When we started to craft our response to the topic, we discovered that every one of us had similar backgrounds. Not one of us was raised by a father. We had all suffered neglect, rejection and abuse from our fathers. I was chosen as the representative for our table. When it was time to speak, I drove home the point that each of us at our table had one commonality-we all came from broken homes without a father. It opened a can of worms. Everything shifted. The workshop became a deliverance service. God made us aware that men needed a place to talk about their issues and receive healing. Many were hurting in silence.

Shortly after leaving the conference, the Lord that my testimony must be shared publicly. Sharing was necessary to help deliver others. Nothing was to remain hidden.

It is my prayer that this testimony will bring healing to your life. If you need prayer, please do not hesitate to leave a request for prayer. I will be happy to pray for you. God is a deliverer. He meets all our needs. He binds up our wounds and frees us from every snare of the enemy. All you have to do is call on Him. I did and he delivered me.

He sent from above, He took me;
He drew me out of many waters.
He delivered me from my strong enemy,
From those who hated me,
For they were too strong for me.      Psalm 18:16-17

He will do the same for you.

The Early Years

I am Jamaican. Born in 1973 to a large family and raised there. We lived in the ghetto. My early years were filled with obstacles and contradictions. I was raised by a loving mother. She was hard-working and devoted to the Lord. Dad was the opposite. He was abusive both verbally and physically. Just thinking about him caused me to freeze from overwhelming fear. God had to free me from this my later years.

On weekends we experienced peace in the home. Peace came after a storm. Dad normally went on a rampage to force mom to give him every cent earned from the sales from the small cart, they operated on the street side before a relative’s construction business. He quarreled or would physically abuse mom until he got the money. I can still vividly remember seeing mom’s bloodshot eyes after he hit her in the face. She cried that day. When he got the money he left home until it was finished. This was his routine.

Shortly, after the 1980 General Election he left for good. We lost our home. I remember men, neighbors and relatives, came to help demolish the two-bedroom wooden house. We also had another area made from concrete. It was also demolished.

Dad went to live with his father in St. Elizabeth. Mom decided to remain in Kingston. That day was the happiest day of my life. I felt free. I never understood what would happen next but I was overjoyed that he left.

Mom undertook domestic work to take care of us. She had five hungry mouths to feed. My older sister took care of the family, while mom worked six days per week. On Sundays mom went to church. When there was nothing to eat it was also the day that she would visit relatives or a close friend to secure food for us.

It was very difficult for her to provide for us. There were days when we had nothing to eat. Mom did various things to raise money. She bought tambourine and created it into balls that she sold at times. She bred and sold chicken, eggs, baked products, cakes and blocks of ice to raise money. She even swallowed her pride and went to our dad to pick pimento to raise money for our school uniform and clothes during Summer. She did all she could to provide the basic necessities for us. It left her very little time to undertake other things. For example, she could not go to the Government Office to secure my birth certificate. It was essential for attending Primary School (Elementary School), so I had to be sent to the rural community of Friendship District, St. Ann. There I was successfully enrolled in school. However, I had lost two years of primary education.

Life with my grandmother was good. We struggled to find food at times but we were content. It was safe. Most days I went to school without any shoes. I also had to rely on the kindness of the teachers. One teacher provided me with some of her lunch every day.

In my teens I was sent to live with an Aunt. That’s when things changed.

The Trap

My summers were spent with mom. I and my siblings had fun picking mangoes and playing games in the street, with other children. Occasionally, we had a little tussle. On weekends we watched movies at a kindergarten school in the community. It was our movie theater. Mom would always send us. Little did she know there was a dark side to the activities. After midnight they showed pornographic movies. They did not care, if children saw it. In that community you were considered ‘a man’ from you were a child. You saw and experienced adult things. Only Christian families shielded the innocence of the children.

That begun my introduction to pornography. It became an addiction that lasted for decades. God had to free me from this stronghold. Thank God the blood prevails!

Journey to Deliverance – My Testimony, Part 1
Journey to Deliverance – My Testimony, Part 2 Delivered
Journey to Deliverance – My Testimony, Part 3 Snatched from Death
Journey to Deliverance – My Testimony, Part 4 – Prophesy Fulfilled

If you need prayer, please do not hesitate to leave a request for prayer. I will be happy to pray for you. God is a deliverer. He meets all our needs. He binds up our wounds and frees us from every snare of the enemy. All you have to do is call on Him. I did and he delivered me. He will do the same for you.

He sent from above, He took me;
He drew me out of many waters.
He delivered me from my strong enemy,
From those who hated me,
For they were too strong for me.      Psalm 18:16-17

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