Testimony of Dan Morell

As a teenager I began a search for the truth which was mingled with drugs (including mind altering psychedelics), booze, spiritism, the occult, false gods, fast cars, surfing, skateboarding, parties, “christian rock,” rock music (lots of concerts) and many other wrong, sinful, destructive, selfish, rebellious directions (grew up in So. California)…although my search was genuine I was enjoying the pleasures of sin and was slowly (?) killing myself.

Little did I know, I was a child of the devil and did not even realize it. I was «Hell Bound» on a run away freight train that was sinking fast. I was loosing my grip on reality and needed something: but I was not sure what. I continued to run away from everything and anyone that tried to reach out to me.

I attacked, with a fury, any form of authority, because I was my own god. The pinnacle of my rebellion was to “run away” to the Navy (I’ll show them!) and abandon everyone and everything I previously knew. My dad dropped me off at the bus station so I could gain that freedom «I deserved.” I could see from my seat on the bus that my dad was crying. This did not make sense, because my dad never cried! (He was a California State Trooper). This left an indelible mark upon me.

At the age of 18, as a young sailor, my search for the truth intensified, driven by a thirst, I desired answers to life’s questions. I was empty and alone! This search started with the examination of several religious orders, including: The Mormons, Metaphysics, Eastern religions, Catholicism, self-help books and countless other erroneous ways (still on dope), none of which, while interesting, quenched my thirst for the truth.

I was still empty and longing for something real.
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Testimony of Norman Shearey

When I left home and joined the Navy, a man approached me and gave me a King James Bible. I didn’t know it was a KJB until I opened it. When I saw what it was, I gave it back to him and said, «No thanks.»

The reason I did that was that I had been warned by a priest about this book. I went to all kinds of Roman Catholic Schools and this priest told our class, «One day, someone will give you a King James Bible. Do not take it. It is an anti-Catholic book.»

He was right. The greatest book ever written against Roman Catholicism was not written by a former priest or nun: it was written by God Himself.

But, I digress.

So, I made it through all of my training and wound up in Pensacola, Florida and eventually at the Navy’s helicopter training base. This base was within 3 miles of PBI. (Pensacola Bible Institure)

One day, while I was downtown, a young man about my age approached me. He asked me if I had ever trusted Jesus Christ as my saviour?

Well, I had seen lunatics preaching from the bed of a truck a little earlier. Right there in an alley, facing Palafox Street, just yelling their heads off.

While I was watching them, a big old black guy was walking down the sidewalk selling peanuts. He kept yelling, «Peeeahhhhnuuuuh! Peeeahhhhnuuuuh! Peeeahhhhnuuuuh!» Then some guy with no legs goes whipping past me on a low, wooden platform propelling himself on his knuckles.

What a place! My level of culture shock was near critical mass.

So, now, here I am talking to a guy who was probably one of the nuts from before. Well, I had handled JW’s before so I said, «Hey look, I’m a Catholic.» That ought to do it.

«Do you know what the Catholic bible says about salvation?» was his answer to that.

Great. That always worked on JW’s, now what?

This guy continued and told me what I needed to believe in order to be saved. I listened and hoped for a way out of this.

I finally said, «Look, I don’t want to argue about religion. You believe what you want and I’m happy with my church. Okay?»

Well, it wasn’t okay but he saw it was useless. So, he gave me a Bible, and said, «Read it when you get a chance.» I took it just to be rid of him. I put the little bible into my pocket and got away from there.

However all day this conversation haunted me. It bothered me that this guy DIDN’T THINK I WAS A CHRISTIAN. The nerve. Had he ever been to Catholic schools? How about a seminary? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Well, I went into the Serviceman’s Center which I mistook for the USO. There I met some other wackos. They gave me a sandwich and a free Coke®.

As I looked around, I saw a poster with some crippled girl on it. She was a singer or something and was scheduled to visit there and give a concert. Be still my heart. Yeah, like I would ever go to see something like that.

I beat feet out of there as fast as I could politely excuse my self.

Now, I’m back on the street, it’s getting dark and I forgot about looking for the USO. I’m still thinking about what this guy had told me earlier.

So, I went to the Catholic church downtown, St. Michael’s I think it was. It turned out to be the same church where Pete Ruckman took conversion classes.

Anyhow, it was Saturday, they were hearing confessions and I went inside. As I kneeled there I was just looking up at Jesus hanging on the cross.

I started to pray. Not the Our Father or a Hail Mary but just talking to God.

I told him, «You heard what that guy said. Well, I believe that Jesus is the son of God. I believe he died on the cross for my sins. I believe that he was buried and rose again the third day. All Catholics believe that. That’s what that guy was talking about. So, what wrong with that? Nothing right? It’s just… well I never have asked to be saved. I never heard of that before.

It’s very quiet in the church. You can almost feel it.

«So, Jesus, what’s wrong with being saved? I believe everything that guy said but I have never asked you to save me. Okay, this is it, Father God, based upon what I said I believe about your son Jesus Christ, please save me and give me eternal life.»

I half expected a bell to sound or a buzzer to go off. Something. There was nothing. Just more silence. So, I got off my knees and walked out.

I was thinking, «That’s all there is to it? What’s the big deal?»

That Monday, back at the base, I saw the Bible in my locker. I opened it. «Ha! Just as I thought, a King James Bible.!» I threw it in a garbage can full of construction debris as I walked to my duty station. The thing is though, I can still see it dropping into the can full of saw dust and wood. The kind of debris a carpenter would leave.

I left Pensacola, still a member of the Roman Catholic Church.

The Navy sent me all over the place, I even did two years in Antarctica. I started to study Kung Fu, Daoism, Yoga, all kinds of stuff like that. A «friend» gave me a deck of Tarot Cards, (my mother and grandmother were fortune tellers.)

After six years I left the Navy and went home with a wife and two children. I continued to study Eastern Mysticism of all sorts. The books were telling me that I was god. I just forgot who I really was. I didn’t believe it.

I found a book titled, The Gospel According To Zen. It was a comparison of Zen Buddhist sayings with sayings from the Bible. The author’s point was that all religions contain the same truth.

It occurred to me, that I had read hundreds of religious books BUT had never read the Bible. Of course, I didn’t own a Bible. However, I had just inherited an old Catholic Bible. It even had thees and thous. I decided to read it.

I figured that the four gospels would be prejudiced towards Christ, so I started in Proverbs. Plus, The Gospel According To Zen, had quoted heavily from it. Before I started to read I prayed like this, «Father God, if the Bible is your word I should be able to read it and understand it without needing a priest or any one else.»

Trust me, I never expected to read more than a few lines. One page at the most. Well, I read the whole book at one sitting.

When I reached the first Apocryphal book I stopped. I didn’t like it. Nevertheless, I had read enough to feel comfortable with the gospels. I started in again with Matthew. I was amazed at all of the detail I had never been taught. By the time I got half way through Luke I realized what had happened to me, years before, in Pensacola: I was saved.

Things happened fast after that. I’d go to mass and spend my time reading the 1st and 2nd gospels in the missal they provided. I remember reading, Isaiah 29:13,

«Wherefore the Lord said, Forasmuch as this people draw near me with their mouth, and with their lips do honour me, but have removed their heart far from me, and their fear toward me is taught by the precept of men.»

I looked up at the priest going through his choreography and I thought, «Yep, this is it.»

My speech changed without even trying. My wife’s friends would say to her, «Is he still reading that…Bible?» (One of these women was Lutheran) My wife would say, «Yes. Your husbands should read it too. He’s a different man.»

For Christmas my niece bought me a new, modern, up-to-date Catholic Confraternity Edition. It was hard to get used to but hey..all bibles are the same…aren’t they?

We moved to Florida, the Bible Belt. Up North Christian radio was not too swift. In Orlando I heard Oliver B. Green, Perry Rockwood, and also a bunch of baloney. Still, it all worked.

One of the baloney programs said Pilgrims Progress had sold more copies than any other book but the Bible. I bought it because I had never read the thing. I loved it. I decided to underline every verse Bunyan quoted in my own Bible.

Things went well for a few hours. Then I hit a verse that was not in my Bible. I mean, some of the verses were worded entirely different but THIS TIME there was no verse! The numbers went: 10, 11, 13, 14… NO #12. Where’s 12? I looked in my old bible, no 12. I was miffed, disappointed.

The next day, the N-E-X-T DAY Perry Rockwood said, «God only wrote one Bible.» I didn’t hear the whole message so I sent for the info. What he sent was so basic, so simple as to appear almost laughable to me now. But, I wasn’t laughing then: I was learning.

I found out about the Byzantine Text, the TR, the Received Text, the number of manuscripts that agreed with each other and how they were used to produce an English Bible: The AV 1611, the King James Bible. I was amazed, but I knew it was true.

I had to go to Melbourne, FL the next day. My sales call was at the Merit Square Mall. I arrived early and went into B. Dalton Books. I wanted to buy a King James Bible but I had very little money, it was between paydays.

I looked around and picked up a few KJB’s but they were all fairly high priced. I saw a sale table and there were 3 KJB’s, a white one, red one, and a black one. I picked up the black one and it said, $2.50 on the cellophane wrapper. «That can’t be right,» I thought. So, I went up to the register and inquired about the correct price. The clerk said, «The price is right, you want to buy it?»

Time was short, and I had to get to the Mall Office and keep my appointment. All through the sales presentation I kept thinking about the new Bible in my briefcase. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

I left the Mall Office and didn’t bother going to my car. I just found a bench and removed the wrapping and opened my new Bible. As I thumbed through it, I read bits of verses, here and there. The language was strange. Even my old Catholic Bible with the «thees and thous» was not like this. I closed the Bible and went to my car.

In my car I opened to the book of Ephesians. I started to read. As I remember, I read about two chapters and thought, » This is going to take some getting used to.» But, I was determined.

Oliver B. Green was broadcast at 9AM and 7PM in those days. I listened to it when I drove my youngest daughter to pre-school. My wife would drive every other day. She said to me, «What are you listening to in the morning?»

«Why?»

«It’s weird. All he does is yell.»

«His voice is raspy because he did that recording after preaching in a tent all night.»

«Don’t listen to that. You make me scared.»

But, my wife was not THAT scared. She got saved listening to Oliver B. Green, who had been dead for years and years by the time we had ever heard him.

There was a Baptist Church on the other side of town. A small church who’s pastor was on the radio. I told my wife that we were no longer going to the Catholic Church. I took my two oldest children and went to a Wednesday night service.

What a night. I could not believe that all we did was sing a few songs, and listen to the Bible being taught. No calisthenics: sit down, stand up, kneel down, stand up…gone…no more of that!

After the teaching we had a prayer meeting. Men and women split up. When it came time to introduce myself I told them that I had left the Roman Catholic Church. It didn’t seem to phase them. I figured, this must be a common occurrence. I was wrong. These folks were ignorant.

I may have been there two months when I said to the pastor, «Man, I am glad we have God’s perfect word. It’s amazing that I went so long rejecting the King James Bible.»

«Well,» said the pastor, «I don’t want you to be disappointed but you should know that there are errors in that book.»

«What?»

«Go to the book of Romans, see verse 1? Now look at verse 4. See that phrase, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit, That’s a scribal insertion. It was an error when the manuscript was transcribed…blah, blah, blah.»

Again, I was miffed, disappointed. But, hey, this pastor was a graduate of Bob Jones University. Who was I to question him.

I decided I had to learn Greek and Hebrew.

I left that church and went to an Evangelical church that used the NASV.

I taught Sunday School to adults, and gave the people the «literal translation» according to ME, and the textual critics. I never said that the KJB was wrong, I just used it as a point of departure.

A hyperdispensationalist sent me a tape series on Satan’s Policy of Evil Against the Word of God.» He was pro KJB but corrected it with Hebrew and Greek. Still, it was a good tape series. I wondered how he could teach that and still correct the KJB?

C.R Stam, (another hyper) wrote in the Berean Searchlight that you did not need Hebrew and Greek to study, the bible. God preserved his word in English, and a knowledge of English was more important than Greek. He didn’t practice that! He just wrote that. But, God used it. I quit correcting the KJB.

I had witnessed to my mother and she and one of my sisters were saved. She lived in Cleveland and told me about a periodical she had subscribed to. It was the Bible Believer’s Bulletin.

I got that paper, mom sent me some tapes of Ruckman’s and I told her not to read that NASV I had told her to buy. She sent it to me. I still have it. That one and the one I bought for my wife. One Brown, and one red, but not as red as my face.

After reading the Bulletin I discovered that Pensacola Bible Institute, (PBI) was within 3 miles of the base where I had been stationed. I also, figured out where those street preachers had come from and where the guy who witnessed to me had come from, when I first went to Pensacola.

Unreal.

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Testimony of Leslie John

Dear Brother/Sister:

When it comes to writing about one’s own testimony, one wonders where should one start and where to end. That is exactly is the predicament I face inasmuch as I have so much to write about myself.

Hailing from India and born in a Christian middle class family, I was raised in a Christian background and had my education in Christian Institutions, where I had the privilege to learn much about Christianity and Jesus Christ. I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior and acknowledged HIM as my Lord, when I was a boy of 13 years and since then I saw a change in my life.

This then is the message, which I have heard of HIM, of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, whom I declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. Jesus Christ was sent from above to save sinners like me, died for my sake bearing my sins upon himself on the cross of Calvary in order to redeem me from the bondage of sin, and if I confess I will not perish but have eternal life.

It is this Lord Jesus, our “Good shepherd», who manifests to us the name and nature of our Great living God. It is right, then, that to this dark world the great God should be represented as pure and perfect light. I obeyed the Word of God and accepted Jesus as my LORD.

Colossians 1:15-18 He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence.

When I was young, I had no option but to leave home and work at a very distant place from my home town for several years. This helped me to associate with several categories of people from several parts of India. Somehow, from the time I was employed I fell sick several times. Again, this helped me to share the Word of God with co-patients in hospitals. God helped me to tell people who Jesus Christ is. I gladly and boldly declared about the love of Jesus Christ, wherever I was.

I can not forget the situation I was in when I fell totally unconscious on my chair because I was seriously ill, and the way God helped me by finding people to carry me with the chair from the living room to the ambulance and then to the hospital for treatment. This reminds me the promise God gave me through a believer who cited:

Isaiah 46:4 And even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.

It is indeed true that God carried me all through these years until this day. I praise him and worship Him. More than that I boast in saying that I have a living God, who I can depend upon and who sent His one only one Son, Jesus Christ, who died for me on the cross of Calvary, was buried and rose from the dead on the third day, and later ascended in to heaven.

Now, when I drive my car early in the morning on the over bridge of Interstate highway, I usually turn my head to right to catch a glimpse of the beaming rays emitting out from the head lights of fast moving cars in different lanes. My heart rejoices, my spirit soars so high and my soul praises my God for giving me such privilege to watch that scene. That is because I worked at a place where I thronged to catch glimpse of a light ray from an electric bulb, which was not available anywhere near at least within a radius of eight to ten kilometers. But now when I look towards the sky in the night to watch the twinkling lights beaming out from the stars, and meditate on the ONE who created them, I would not say that there is no God. How blessed I am that that can view these STARS and wonderful galaxy from any part of the world, not just from the over bridge of an Interstate Highway.

Bible deals severely with those who say there is no God.
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Dr. Douglas D. Stauffer

Dr. Douglas D. Stauffer was born in Huntsville, Alabama. He was saved at the age of twenty while a member of the Air Force, stationed in Florida. Upon his honorable discharge, he was awarded the Air Force Commendation Medal for meritorious service and returned to his home in Pennsylvania.

After graduating from The Pennsylvania State University with a B.S. degree in Accounting, he began attending Bible college in Alabama. The Lord dealt with him about preaching during his first semester; whereupon, he dedicated himself to preaching in rescue missions, juvenile detention centers, nursing homes, jails and prisons.

In addition, he had a radio broadcast three times a week. He graduated with a B.A. in Bible and was ordained.

While attending Bible college, Dr. Stauffer passed the CPA exam. He then worked as Controller of several organizations. Later, he gave up his work as Chief Financial Officer of a multi-million dollar company along with managing his own firm to dedicate himself more fully to the ministry. Since that time, he has earned his Th.M in Theology and Ph.D in Religion.

Dr. Stauffer currently serves as president of Key of Knowledge Ministries. He has thousands of hours teaching experience, ten years serving in pastoral ministries, and has authored several books. Each of these books, as taught by Dr. Stauffer, has been produced into cable television segments. One of Dr. Stauffer’s most recent projects included his participation as consulting editor for Oxford University Press, Inc. Many of his writings have also been published in Christian magazines, journals, and periodicals.

In 2004, Dr. Stauffer was the featured speaker on both national and international radio broadcasts. The radio programs were heard on over 100 stations in the continental U.S., as well as, Russia, Europe, Central and South America, Asia, Australia, and India.

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Testimony of Pastor Mike Paulson

Since I was a little boy in Huron, SD, sitting on a crumbled curb at the corner of 3rd and Colorado — next to Skeeziks Grocery Store, drinking a bottle of Nehi Grape, keeping track of the different car license plates as people from across the country drove through town on their way to Mount Rushmore, I always fearfully wondered if I was ever going to be able to leave this town and get out and ‘see the world.’

Looking back, I continue to see how God has truly led that kid around!

After I had graduated from college in 1972, I have lived in two towns in Southern Minnesota as well as in Las Vegas, Nevada; Pocatello, Idaho; Rochester, New York, back to the Black Hills of South Dakota and now here in the state of Washington. I have traveled into every state with the exception of the Deep South & lower East Coast. I have even traveled up into Canada and down into Mexico — yet always being so relieved when I would return to American soil.

Now that isn’t too bad for a kid who was scared he was never going to be able to ‘get out of a small town!’ Sure, I realize that most of you have traveled more than that, but for me, this is almost a miracle, especially if you were to ever know the details of each move and each new lifestyle those moves created.

I once even had a map of America in my school office with all the major highways highlighted
that God had allowed me to drive. I looked with amazement at that map for years!

I have gone from a skinny ‘lost’ kid reading comics & practicing the piano, (occasionally shooting a few ducks & rabbits along with a few ‘stupid» 100 yard gopher kills right off of a farm house step) — to an older KJB Baptist pastor preaching salvation in the KJB (I won’t say fatter, but…) with guns in his office hoping someday to shoot his first bear! You would think if I could shoot a gopher from that distance, I would surely be able to hit a bear! Anyway…

Professionally, as a music teacher, I have taught in schools as large as 3000 and as small as 500 — not forgetting our own homeschool of two (3 if you count learning some of that stuff myself!) I have been involved in churches as large as 1500 members and as small as 4-12. I have directed school choirs and adult choirs; bands of students in 4-12 grade and even a few adult bands & «orchestras as well as one session of adult Bible Institute class.» I have lead anywhere from 20 to 1000 people in the singing service at various churches. I have performed on almost every band instrument as well as on piano and organ.

All of those ‘experiences’ had those many times of toil and tribulation, believe me! I should have my doctorate degree by now as a result of all that I have learned through the classroom experience.
You see, in all of my years involved with instrumental practice, God would always see to it that I never would get ‘too’ good. Seriously — I know of a specific event in 6th grade where if I had played what I was planning that night in that school program, my ‘fame’ would have been established on the piano from that moment on — however, it got snuffed by being inadvertently left out of the program — thus, no fame ever came of me.

As I went on to college, I was never able nor was I even willing to really concentrate on any particular instrument — thus I never did get very accomplished on any particular instrument; but I did receive that «all around» musical instrument teaching education. I did enjoy learning to play all the instruments — even the marimba & accordion, but like I said, I never really became greatly accomplished on any of them. I could teach them, but I could never «woo» the world with any playing talents.

When I started finally started teaching, even though I believe I never was that good of a band teacher, (although I sure did love ‘many’ of those students of mine — about 20,000 or so over the years I figure.), After my salvation and the subsequent return to church, God proceeded to carry me through those schools in such a manner that I progressed from small school band/choir programs on up to a great HS band program in Las Vegas with 200+ rich & talented marching band members who took trips all the time — — — only to see after 3 short years of serious activity, that public school band was not «for me» as a Christian!
I then became involved in a KJB Believing Church where I started a Christian school in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was there where I did my first and last stint at administrating as well as teaching history and English in grades 4-12.

We eventually moved up to Pocatello, Idaho to help a man from Las Vegas start a church. I had done a few ‘interesting’ days as a mortician (go ahead, ask me about those details!) but ended up being the Culligan man for the area. I was not only selling soft water, I was giving away living water in Mormon country. My boss was a Mormon bishop — I sure did some learning during that year!

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Pastor Jean Berthony (Thony) Paul

Pastor Jean Berthony Paul
Missionary Flights International (MFI)
Unit 1023 — MENH
3170 Airmans Drive
Fort-Pierce, Florida
34946

E-Mail: menhonline@yahoo.com

Phone 1 (786) 206-6139

This phone number will connect you to the home of Pastor Thony Paul in Haiti.
The charge for the call will be the same as any long distance call made within the United States.
If you get a message that says «Please leave a message for Mail Box Number 17862066139»
Just hang up and try back later until the phone rings in his house.


Charles Shong
KJV-ASIA
Phone 011 65 9106 3362
E-Mail: charles@kjv-asia.com


Pastor Gary Forney

PNBM & Gary Forney
PO Box 977
New Philadelphia, OH 44663-0977
Phone: 330-339-7362

Points North Baptist Mission
E-Mail: gef.pnbm@juno.com

PNBM
is a ministry of
Calvary Baptist Church
New Philadelphia, OH
Pastor Don Snow
330-339-1035


Dr. Ronnie L. Baity

Dr. Ronnie L. Baity is the founding Pastor of the Berean Baptist Church now located at 4135 Thomasville Road in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The Church was officially begun on the second Sunday in November 1980. The Church was begun with 38 members and was originally located about 1 mile south of its present location near the intersection of Willard Road and Thomasville Road in a small «store front» building. The church now runs nearly 500 each Sunday and reaches souls for the cause of Christ through their local community through its Sunday School Classes, Bus Ministry and Christian School as well as its weekly television and radio broadcasts.

Pastor Baity serves on numerous boards including the North Carolina Christian School Association and Emmanuel Baptist University. He is also a Police Chaplain for the Winston-Salem Police Department as well as a Chaplain for the local Internal Revenue Service. He is married to the former Linda Mathis of Winston-Salem.

Pastor and Mrs. Baity have two children, Jeffrey and Penny, and five grandchildren.

Berean Baptist Church
4135 Thomasville Road
Winston-Salem, NC 27107 USA
Phone: 336-785-0527
Toll Free: 1-800-785-0527
Dr. Ronnie L. Baity, Pastor


Dr. O. Wilburn Swaim, Th.D

The Exhortation Place Broadcast is now airing on 104.1 Lighthouse FM Radio, Nipawin, SK, Canada, Sunday Evenings at 5:45 P.M., local time, and, at 6:45 P.M. EST (7:45 P.M. during Daylight Savings Time), on their web site—www.Lighthousefm.ca. Welcome to all our new listeners. Please write or Email us, wswaim2@juno.com»>wswaim2@juno.com, and let us know you are listening, and comment as you desire. More importantly, please contact the radio station and thank them for carrying the Exhortation Place Broadcast. You may contact them, at:

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