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  1. I also want to change my life.but i m in addiction. Pray for me also to setfree from all types of addicton.

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  3. I’d like to see a study on these marriages 20 years from now.

    I’m not talking about her necessarily, but the amount of women who sleep with a bunch of random men and party, then get burned out and start going to church, meet a man, marry him, but eventually get bored and start craving men and partying again are sadly quite high.

    I know this because my grandfather was a pastor for over 40 years and we had a discussion about this. He called it the honeymoon phase which he said would last anywhere from several to ten years where mostly women, some men too though, would simply miss partying and sleep around. Of course they’d phrase it differently, “grown apart, need to find myself again, want different things” which just means she wants different things and he is staying the same boring Christian man.

    And I know that I’m going to get many angry comments but this is an issue that I feel really needs to be addressed in the church so we can work on changing that.

    In my opinion, I believe it begins at home. For girls, it is absolutely imperative that they have their fathers. If they are good, Christian men, this creates the foundation for the sort of man (not men) that she might pursue in life.

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  4. My near death experience, January 2022:

    After 10 years, hard drinking, anger and fear caught up to me, causing gluten sensitivity/nutrient absorption issues. I was working a new job at a prominent sushi restaurant in Pensacola. And around 6pm, I felt a flash of unnatural heat. Then I turned pale. My manager said I looked bad. And she was a pretty hardcore chick who isn’t easily fazed. My hands were getting clammy. Then I couldn’t walk. My life force was leaving me. I could feel my entire humanity being dragged into hell. I don’t know how to “prove” the spiritual aspect of what was happening. It was complete, direct, revelatory, experiential knowledge. It was like a mortally wounded character in a video game: health-bar low and red. DANGER. My 5 year old daughter didn’t know me. I was unreconciled to the mother of my child.

    While I was sitting down in the middle of the restaurant with people staring at me wondering what was wrong, I whispered and thought some prayers: “Not yet, Lord. Please not yet. Get me out of this and I will turn my life around. Don’t give up on me yet!” There are no words to describe the feeling of impending, permanent doom, or the desperation with which I thought those prayers. Coworkers were bringing me water and sushi. I could barely even hold the glass of water. Even through the fear, I experienced the helpful actions of my coworkers as pure light/utter kindness. It felt like my soul was leaving my body and my corpse would remain above me on land, with no one perceiving that the real me, my soul, was sliding downward into hell. I knew I was dying. I knew I was about to slide into a place of constant screaming, unending fear. I thought about my mom and brother and how I’d let them down, because my life was ending in judgment. And the scariest thing was, I knew I’d be screaming forever, and no mom or friend would be able to hear me. I’d simply be isolated in my fear. What an embarrassing tragedy to have known God only to have the end upon me like this. But I just kept saying, “It’s not my time, in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. It’s not my time.” My brains were scrambled. I could barely think any thoughts. I was in the midst of the first-hand, face-to-face experience of pure fear. But I kept praying. And my coworkers’ gracious actions were like a pure light fighting against the oncoming blackness of death.

    And God let me live. I had some health issues that took many months to resolve, but God let me live. So I pretty much quit drinking, married the mother of my kid (and now we have another baby who’s 13 weeks old) and relied on the mercy of Jesus to save me and keep me well. Now, I can even eat bread again. So it would seem
    I’ve been healed of something. It’s possibly relevant to note here that I had turned my back on the Bread of Life, and bread (gluten) almost killed me. Still, He reached down and saved me, just in time, right before I was gone forever.

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