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Hi Everyone :aww:

I would like to tell you about a person I met at an outreach.  His name was Kotse.  I met him while I was standing in an open field, surrounded by the homeless, those swallowed by their pain, and those who had given up hope.  We had gone on a compassion outreach you see, and I was listening to my sister’s message.  All eyes were on her as the outreach team, and the homeless, listened to her tell them how much Jesus loved them, how He died for them, and how desperately He wanted them to accept Him.

You see, we had heard about this place two weeks ago.  One of my friends, Charl, had ministered to a man in a parking lot.  I don’t know what God had lead Charl to tell the man, but the man was touched by Charl’s words – and very excited.  He told Charl that there were people sleeping in the open field two blocks away from where they were.  They lived there in that field, and that we should all go to them as well and tell them about God.  “They won’t listen to me if I told them what you told me,” he told Charl, “they know I drink a lot.  They won’t take me seriously.”  So our group decided to visit this field he told us about. 

We went early on a Sunday morning, and found about 10 men, and 3 women, sitting on the grass, crates and old paint cans.  They were sitting between the remains of previous fires they had made to keep warm, and old beer bottles.  Some of them just listened, without looking up at us.  Others responded to my sister, but some of them were already drunk so communication got a bit difficult here and there.  The one thing that really stood out to me from among these people was that their hope was lost, and their hearts had suffered incredible pain.

It was here, in this field, that I met Kotse.  I was standing next to one of my friends when he approached her.  Kotse was a young man – only 29 years old.  He had a kind air about him, and it looked like he had had a much better life before he had made this field his true company.  My friend’s name is Fabienne .  He came up to her and asked a simple questions, “Hi, do you mind if I ask you a question?  Do you believe there’s a heaven and a hell?”  I moved closer to Fabienne, as we were instructed to always move in pairs when we ministered to people.  I thought his first question was odd at first, but by the end of the conversation I had come to the sad realization why he had asked it.  You see, Kotse’s conversation with Fabienne and me was about how the world was filled with terrible pain and suffering.  “Did you hear about the earthquake in Nepal?”, he asked me.  “Why would God send something like that to the people of Nepal?”  My heart filled with compassion for him.  When he asked the question, I could see the pain in his eyes.  Kotse ‘s heart really was breaking for the people of Nepal; as was mine.  I explained to him how God would never send that – God would never send an earthquake to hurt people – it wasn’t His doing.  I gave different reasons (which I won’t go into now).  But Kotse’s heart wasn’t satisfied.  He went on and explained how people had mistreated him.  He explained how they forgot about him when they managed to make a living for themselves and acquired money.  He agonized over how people had hurt him, and how he had been struggling to let go of that pain, but failing.  The world was filled with so much pain in Kotse’s eyes, that he couldn’t see anything else in front of him.  We spoke for what seemed like hours, while I explained to Him how God could heal the pain he has felt, and how He could give him a love for the people who had hurt him.  I told Him that God was more than willing, and able, to bless him and take him out of this field (the one we were standing in).  I told him that he will be a blessing to others, like him, who had lost everything and were sleeping in fields.  You see, Kotse had a lot of love for people – I could clearly see that.  The one thing that was beating him down was that the world seemed hopeless to him, and he felt that God (and his hope) were far away.  Hope wasn’t a reality to him, nor was God .  “If God existed, why is there so much pain in the world?” was Kotse’s response to us.  And lastly, Kotse admitted that he had been thinking about killing himself, about just ending it all.  That is why he had asked us if we believed if there was a heaven or hell.  He was weighing his options, checking to see what might be waiting on him when he died, when he ended it.    You see, Kotse had lost all hope.  Everything.

And this is where God stepped in.  You would think that a miracle would happen to change Kotse’s mind, but God spoke to Fabienne and myself while we were with him.  I started testifying to him about what God had done for others.  I shared with him how He had saved a woman from being raped (I shared this story here :pointr: Prayer and presence of God stop PE rape attack), and that God will help you if you trust in Him.  We shared God’s plan for Kotse’s life with him, how God’s plan for his life was for hope and a future.  We shared with him how he will succeed with God at his side.  The most wonderful thing was that I felt an amazing, supernatural love for Kotse – God’s love.  As I was speaking to him about how God was going to bless him, I almost cried as God’s love for him overwhelmed me.  Kotse saw this, and his heart was moved as well.  We ventured on, and told him how God was a God of love.  He wasn’t an angry and distant God.  He had compassion on us, and His heart burned for us – He wanted to give us a beautiful life – we just had to go to Him.  Fabienne then asked him if he had prayed for God to send someone to him.  To send someone to him to explain how God wasn’t responsible for the pain in the world.  And to explain to him what God had planned for him.  You see, Fabienne had heard something from God in her heart – something that God had heard from Koste’s prayers.  Kotse answered and said yes: he had prayed, and now we were here, giving him his answers.  The meeting ended with hugs and smiles.  Kotse’s demeanour had changed.  He was no longer weighed down by hopelessness.  He was vibrant, smiling, filled with something real – hope.  God had answered his heart’s questions, and told Him that He had not forgotten Him.  He had told him that the fight wasn’t over, that God will use him and give him a beautiful future.  Kotse was a new man.

As we left there that day, I realized how important hope was.  When people lose hope, they lose everything, even as much as to not want to live this life anymore.  I encourage everyone to give a little bit of God’s hope to someone today.  If you don’t know what to say, just trust God and start the conversation (I know we did) – God will lead you as you go along.  I prayed that I will see Kotse again one day.  Not in that field, in poverty, surrounded by old crates and bear bottles.  No, I want to see Kotse again exactly like God showed me he was going to be.  Successful, filled with God’s love and helping others who were just like him.  I definitely believe I will …

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosperyou and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11  </span>



Here is a teaching about the importance of hope.  If you like, you can read it.  I’m sure it will help you in your endeavour of spreading God’s HOPE.

Prisoners of Hope by Joyce Meyer

If you guys have any stories like these, any testimonies, please share them with me.  I always love hearing how wonderful our God is.
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Hi Everyone :aww:

I would like to tell you about a person I met at an outreach.  His name was Kotse.  I met him while I was standing in an open field, surrounded by the homeless, those swallowed by their pain, and those who had given up hope.  We had gone on a compassion outreach you see, and I was listening to my sister’s message.  All eyes were on her as the outreach team, and the homeless, listened to her tell them how much Jesus loved them, how He died for them, and how desperately He wanted them to accept Him.

You see, we had heard about this place two weeks ago.  One of my friends, Charl, had ministered to a man in a parking lot.  I don’t know what God had lead Charl to tell the man, but the man was touched by Charl’s words – and very excited.  He told Charl that there were people sleeping in the open field two blocks away from where they were.  They lived there in that field, and that we should all go to them as well and tell them about God.  “They won’t listen to me if I told them what you told me,” he told Charl, “they know I drink a lot.  They won’t take me seriously.”  So our group decided to visit this field he told us about. 

We went early on a Sunday morning, and found about 10 men, and 3 women, sitting on the grass, crates and old paint cans.  They were sitting between the remains of previous fires they had made to keep warm, and old beer bottles.  Some of them just listened, without looking up at us.  Others responded to my sister, but some of them were already drunk so communication got a bit difficult here and there.  The one thing that really stood out to me from among these people was that their hope was lost, and their hearts had suffered incredible pain.

It was here, in this field, that I met Kotse.  I was standing next to one of my friends when he approached her.  Kotse was a young man – only 29 years old.  He had a kind air about him, and it looked like he had had a much better life before he had made this field his true company.  My friend’s name is Fabienne .  He came up to her and asked a simple questions, “Hi, do you mind if I ask you a question?  Do you believe there’s a heaven and a hell?”  I moved closer to Fabienne, as we were instructed to always move in pairs when we ministered to people.  I thought his first question was odd at first, but by the end of the conversation I had come to the sad realization why he had asked it.  You see, Kotse’s conversation with Fabienne and me was about how the world was filled with terrible pain and suffering.  “Did you hear about the earthquake in Nepal?”, he asked me.  “Why would God send something like that to the people of Nepal?”  My heart filled with compassion for him.  When he asked the question, I could see the pain in his eyes.  Kotse ‘s heart really was breaking for the people of Nepal; as was mine.  I explained to him how God would never send that – God would never send an earthquake to hurt people – it wasn’t His doing.  I gave different reasons (which I won’t go into now).  But Kotse’s heart wasn’t satisfied.  He went on and explained how people had mistreated him.  He explained how they forgot about him when they managed to make a living for themselves and acquired money.  He agonized over how people had hurt him, and how he had been struggling to let go of that pain, but failing.  The world was filled with so much pain in Kotse’s eyes, that he couldn’t see anything else in front of him.  We spoke for what seemed like hours, while I explained to Him how God could heal the pain he has felt, and how He could give him a love for the people who had hurt him.  I told Him that God was more than willing, and able, to bless him and take him out of this field (the one we were standing in).  I told him that he will be a blessing to others, like him, who had lost everything and were sleeping in fields.  You see, Kotse had a lot of love for people – I could clearly see that.  The one thing that was beating him down was that the world seemed hopeless to him, and he felt that God (and his hope) were far away.  Hope wasn’t a reality to him, nor was God .  “If God existed, why is there so much pain in the world?” was Kotse’s response to us.  And lastly, Kotse admitted that he had been thinking about killing himself, about just ending it all.  That is why he had asked us if we believed if there was a heaven or hell.  He was weighing his options, checking to see what might be waiting on him when he died, when he ended it.    You see, Kotse had lost all hope.  Everything.

And this is where God stepped in.  You would think that a miracle would happen to change Kotse’s mind, but God spoke to Fabienne and myself while we were with him.  I started testifying to him about what God had done for others.  I shared with him how He had saved a woman from being raped (I shared this story here :pointr: Prayer and presence of God stop PE rape attack), and that God will help you if you trust in Him.  We shared God’s plan for Kotse’s life with him, how God’s plan for his life was for hope and a future.  We shared with him how he will succeed with God at his side.  The most wonderful thing was that I felt an amazing, supernatural love for Kotse – God’s love.  As I was speaking to him about how God was going to bless him, I almost cried as God’s love for him overwhelmed me.  Kotse saw this, and his heart was moved as well.  We ventured on, and told him how God was a God of love.  He wasn’t an angry and distant God.  He had compassion on us, and His heart burned for us – He wanted to give us a beautiful life – we just had to go to Him.  Fabienne then asked him if he had prayed for God to send someone to him.  To send someone to him to explain how God wasn’t responsible for the pain in the world.  And to explain to him what God had planned for him.  You see, Fabienne had heard something from God in her heart – something that God had heard from Koste’s prayers.  Kotse answered and said yes: he had prayed, and now we were here, giving him his answers.  The meeting ended with hugs and smiles.  Kotse’s demeanour had changed.  He was no longer weighed down by hopelessness.  He was vibrant, smiling, filled with something real – hope.  God had answered his heart’s questions, and told Him that He had not forgotten Him.  He had told him that the fight wasn’t over, that God will use him and give him a beautiful future.  Kotse was a new man.

As we left there that day, I realized how important hope was.  When people lose hope, they lose everything, even as much as to not want to live this life anymore.  I encourage everyone to give a little bit of God’s hope to someone today.  If you don’t know what to say, just trust God and start the conversation (I know we did) – God will lead you as you go along.  I prayed that I will see Kotse again one day.  Not in that field, in poverty, surrounded by old crates and bear bottles.  No, I want to see Kotse again exactly like God showed me he was going to be.  Successful, filled with God’s love and helping others who were just like him.  I definitely believe I will …

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosperyou and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11  </span>



Here is a teaching about the importance of hope.  If you like, you can read it.  I’m sure it will help you in your endeavour of spreading God’s HOPE.

Prisoners of Hope by Joyce Meyer

If you guys have any stories like these, any testimonies, please share them with me.  I always love hearing how wonderful our God is.
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Hi Everyone,

I know of some people who struggle with Panic Attacks, and I always imagined it to be a very terrible experience.  I read this today, and thought that I should definitely share it :nod: This is the testimony of a lady who struggles with Panic Attacks, but GOD helps her with them in a very remarkable way.  I personally think that people over-think situations and the problems they are faced with, but in this article she shows just how simply God is able to help us with the problems we face in life :D I think this is just awesome ...

How Powerful Prayer Conquered My Panic Attacks

by Emily Massey


How Powerful Prayer Conquered My Panic Attacks

Editor’s Note: We recognize that not everyone struggles with mental illness and anxiety in the same way, nor are all people relieved from their suffering in the same way. This is simply one writer’s story and is not meant to reflect the experiences of all who suffer from anxiety and panic attacks.

As I wrestled to get my teething son to calm down and fall asleep the other night, it seemed like everything that was weighing heavy on my mind hit me all at once, and I collapsed on the floor in his room and started hyperventilating. I got extremely dizzy and felt like I was losing complete control of my body.

None of this was unfamiliar. I knew what this was because it had happened to me countless time before, even though it had been a long time.

Can’t catch my breath.

Can’t stop shaking.

Uncontrollably crying.

Help me, Jesus.

Help me.

I was having a panic attack.

My husband, who was barely able to walk or talk because of a severe migraine and muscle aches, rushed in to our son’s nursery.

“Look at me, Emily,” he said with compassion in his eyes.

“Just breathe. Stay calm. You’re okay.”

I felt trapped in my own body, while my mind was trying its best to calm down.

“Help me, Jesus,” I continued to pray over and over again, but the crying and the shaking just increased.

My husband was holding our son in one arm and with the other he placed his hand on top of my head and began to pray over me and declare the name of Jesus. I immediately felt the power of God overwhelm me and I fell to my knees.

I wept and whispered, “I love You, Jesus. Thank You, Jesus.” Then, suddenly, great peace surrounded me.

Anxiety is a form of fear and not of God. In fact, the Bible tells us in Philippians to not be anxious at all.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;  and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:6-7 NKJV)

So if we aren’t supposed to be anxious, why do so many Christians still struggle with anxiety?

Aside from chemical imbalances that can occur in one’s body, I believe much of what causes anxiety begins in our minds. The more we dwell on a negative or fearful thought, the more stress and worry begin to plague us.

For me, I struggled with anxiety and panic attacks for many years in high school and college, even as a believer. Stress and worry were just a part of my life, and I allowed them to move into my mind and become my permanent mental roommates. From money problems to relationship issues, if it became too much, you would find me curled up in a ball in the fetal position on the floor, hyperventilating until parts of my body went numb and crying until there were no more tears left.

After I graduated college, I began to walk closer with the Lord and study His Word like I never had before in my life. My mind was being renewed and over time, I began to trust the Lord with every care and worry and cast them upon Him like 1 Peter 5:7 tells us to do.

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. (1 Peter 5:7 NIV)

Jesus truly did show me how much He cares for me and delivered me from my anxiety and worrisome mentality. Of course, the enemy never stops trying his old tricks on us, but if we resist him, the Word promises us he will flee from us. We have been given authority over the enemy and the great weapons of the name of Jesus and His Word!

The other night when I experienced the panic attack, there was a brief moment where I was given the opportunity to resist the negative thoughts and take them captive and begin to talk to God like I had learned to do so many times before, but this time, I chose to let my mind run in circles. I was so familiar with the experience of a panic attack that I could literally feel it try to overtake me right before it happened. The dark cloud of what I believe was demonic oppression then blanketed my mind and then my whole body. If I would have remembered Philippians 4:6-7 or even 1 Peter 5:7, I would have realized that God offered me a solution to my anxious thoughts. A simple conversation with the Lord would have helped me centered my thoughts and would have brought immediate peace to the whirlwind in my mind.

Even though I was not able to pray fully in this instance, I am so grateful that my husband took authority over that demonic attack and began to boldly pray over me in the name of Jesus. If you are married, remember how important it is to pray for your spouse every day and especially if they are experiencing worry or stress. There is power in the name of Jesus and power in prayer, my friends!

So many times we try to figure out our problems on our own, and if we would just simply pause, and start talking our Heavenly Father, He will help us focus our thoughts on Him and His promises, especially His promise for peace that passes all human comprehension. We should never focus on how our big our problems are, but how big our God is!

If you suffer from anxiety, know that you do not have to embrace that mentality as a normal lifestyle. No matter what thoughts come against you, start talking to Your Heavenly Father, and see Him break that anxious cycle in your mind and bring clarity. Through the Blood of Jesus, you are more than a conqueror and have been given authority over the devil and his attacks. Jesus wants you to be free from all worry and fear because fear tolerated is faith contaminated. He needs your faith muscles strong so that you can help others around you and point them to the One who brings peace that passes all understanding. There is power in the name of Jesus to break every chain, including the mental chains of anxiety!

Emily Rose Massey began writing short stories and poetry as a little girl, entered the blogging world in her early 20's, and recently released her first book, Yielded in His Hands (eLectio Publishing). She enjoys being a stay-at-home momma and serving in her local church with her husband in television, worship, and youth ministry. Believing she has been forgiven of much, she loves much, and desires to point others to Christ and His redemptive and transforming power. If you would like to connect with Emily or learn more about her book, you can visit her website: www.emilyrosemassey.com

The original article can be found at www.crosswalk.com/faith/prayer…

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The day God hi-jacked the hi-jackers
An article published in Christian Living Today Magazine

Gauteng-based evangelists, Des and Ros Sinclair have overcome many near-death experiences through their faith in God. Al Gibson captures their extraordinary lives and ministry in the book Life On the Line. Here is a short extract:

Ros and Des Sinclair have experienced God’s supernatural protection many times, and have seen how the Lord can intervene to change people’s hearts and bring about reconciliation between different races, but little did they expect what God would do to show them some light at the end of the tunnel when it came to combating crime in their own lives.

White man, you deserve to die

On 8 May 2002 Des was driving to Soshenguve Township north of Pretoria, where he was scheduled to preach at a high school. It was 6:30am when he was held up by four armed men.

“Get out of the car or we’ll kill you!” one man said, leaning through the open window and pushing a revolver into Des’s neck.

“Give me your wallet,” instructed another man.

Des was shocked. Originally from New Zealand, he had heard of many South Africans who had been hijacked, but he had never expected it to happen to him.

As he sat in the driver’s seat, one of the hijackers grabbed his car keys, another took his wallet, and the two others pointed guns at him.

Once they had pulled Des out of the car, they dragged him behind some bushes on the side of the road and, even though they now had what they wanted, they still threatened to kill him. “White man, you deserve to die! Prepare to meet your maker!” one of the hijackers shouted.

A covenant promise

Des responded confidently, “If a man is going to die, then at least let him say a few last words. Do you realise that if you murder me, you will be bringing a curse upon yourselves? My blood will be on your hands!

“God made a promise to me, just as He did with Abraham; that those who bless me will be blessed, and those who curse me will be cursed. You will pay dearly for your actions.”

A look of fear began to fall on the men’s faces, boosting Des’s confidence, even though he continued to stand in the line of fire. “Do you know that you are condemned to hell unless you repent and receive Jesus?” he shouted at the hijackers. “I rebuke you in the Name of the Lord Jesus Christ!”

All of a sudden the four men took fright and ran off, as if they had seen a ghost – dropping the car keys in their haste, but stealing all the money Des and Ros had.

Des quickly picked up the keys that had fallen, got back into the car and drove away. He looked around to see what had caused the men to run – whether there was a police vehicle or a traffic officer in sight – but there was nothing. So he continued on his way to the school where he was scheduled to minister.

Fighting two killers

After sharing about the attempted hijacking to the students, and how the Lord had supernaturally protected him, Des had a tremendous response from the teenagers, with about 1500 decisions to receive Christ as Saviour.

Both the principal and the school counsellor were delighted. This was a school where on average, three students a week were being buried from HIV/AIDS-related deaths, and they were convinced that it was only the Gospel that could make a difference.

HIV/AIDS is the number-one killer in South Africa for youths between the ages of 13 and 24, and the hijacking statistics are, of course, staggering. Des had taken on two of the country’s main killers in one day!

On his way home, Des thanked the Lord for His divine protection over Ros and himself, and continued to wonder what it was that had caused the hijackers to take off so quickly.

Face to face

It was not until two years later, when ministering at Johannesburg Correctional Services, a maximum-security prison, that he would find out. Des was praying for inmates at the end of a service when two men came up to him. “Do you remember us?” one of the men asked.

“Have we met before?” Des answered.

“We are the ones who tried to hijack you in Pretoria in 2002,” the other man replied.

“We nearly killed you,” the first man interrupted, obviously wanting to come clean.

The two inmates then told Des exactly what had happened during the attempted hijacking.

“So what stopped you from killing me?” Des asked. “Why did you suddenly drop the keys to my car and run away as quickly as you could?”

“We saw a man in front of you – the tallest man we have ever seen! He was white and shone like the sun!” one inmate explained.

“We were so scared as we saw the power of your God, that we dropped everything and ran for our lives,” the other man interrupted.

“What happened to the other two?” Des asked.

“They are dead,” came the answer. Then the two men told Des how the curses he had warned them against had happened just like he had said. Their two friends had been killed in a shoot-out with the police, and they themselves had been taken into custody and sentenced for various crimes and were now serving time.

Des was amazed by this startling confession. The last thing he had ever expected was to come face to face with these men again, but the best news of all was that they had been coming to his prison outreach meetings and had given their lives to the Lord under his ministry.

“We are serving God now, and we ask you to please forgive us for what we did to you,” one of the men said.

“We are so sorry for threatening you with a gun and stealing your money,” said the other.

This is just one remarkable example of how the Lord has used Des and Ros to transform the lives of inmates in South Africa’s prisons. There have been more than 2000 recorded salvation decisions to date, for which the Sinclairs give God all the glory.

The Lord completely turned this situation around: these hardened criminals had been touched by God, and were now serving the Lord. It could only have happened because Des made a conscious decision at the time to forgive these men and pray for their salvation.

Published worldwide by Monarch / Lion Hudson, Life on the Line is written by international Christian journalist, Al Gibson and is available in bookshops across the country from Pearson Education. For more information visit www.life-on-the-line.com.
Testimony: God saves a man from hi-jackers
This is yet another amazing testimony I received last week :heart:  God is just absolutely amazing.  As some of you might know, I live in South Africa.  It's a beautiful country, but it has a very high crime-rate.  The last couple of weeks I have been receiving amazing testimonies on how God saved people out of very dangerous situations - in very super-natural ways!!!  And He saved them here, in my country - the beautiful South Africa.  God is so good :heart:

For the lazy readers, here's a link to the video testimony :D :pointr: youtu.be/7UipoUV2jxs

If you have a similar testimony, no matter how great or how small, please share it with us :hug: We must never forget what our God is capable of, and His immense power and ability to save us.

Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.  Deuteronomy 31:6 
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This is something I captured during our holiday in Cape Town.  This is one of the views of the Cape Point - it really was a beautiful sight :heart:
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