My family is not a Christian family, even my parents hated Christians. They assume that Christians are people who are not good moral example, pregnant outside of marriage, do not want to pay the debt and deeds which no other good.
Especially my parents when it is people who are in my village, causing my parents proud.
Pride of their hearts began to fade after they suffered various calamities.
The first disaster when it comes, when my parents were robbed timeless treasure that causes reduced. Then their children died of the disease. In one week two sons died. Smash their hearts. At the moment it's sad there are some Christians who come to entertain, but the base is not happy then do not make their hearts unmoved.
Hardship for the sake of trouble come and go, until the great tribulation that is coming our house burned down. Already sold out all of our possessions.
We fled from one house to another house. As for our eating potluck. Sometimes we eat rice corn, rice Tiwul (cassava), bananas and other youth.
One day someone came to invite my parents to come in revival. The invitation was affordable. Both of my parents came into the meeting. Surprisingly after night my parents also came. They were overjoyed while telling sermon at listened after coming home from the TRC. They brought one by one their children in the TRC. Furthermore, they come in a worship service every Sunday.
The meetings held on the front porch of a house church members because the church does not have. Because every sermon is always disturbed by the sound of passing vehicles. So on a devotional minister asked: Who should the house be used for church? My parents immediately answered with a show of hands "Our house may be used as a church". Since that time our house in use as a church. Our house used as the church began in 1948 to 1965 ".
Our whole family eventually become children of God and live in peace. We are very happy, although we become janitors and artisan cloth seats and the pulpit of the church without being paid a dime. The task ended up having their own church.
That is the living testimony of my parents who initially hated the Christians eventually become a Christian until the end of his life.My family is not a Christian family, even my parents hated Christians. They assume
that Christians are people who are not good moral example, pregnant outside of marriage, do not want to pay the debt and deeds which no other good.
Especially my parents when it is people who are in my village, causing my parents proud.
Pride of their hearts began to fade after they suffered various calamities.
The first disaster when it comes, when my parents were robbed timeless treasure that causes reduced. Then their children died of the disease. In one week two sons died. Smash their hearts. At the moment it's sad there are some Christians who come to entertain, but the base is not happy then do not make their hearts unmoved.
Hardship for the sake of trouble come and go, until the great tribulation that is coming our house burned down. Already sold out all of our possessions.
We fled from one house to another house. As for our eating potluck. Sometimes we eat rice corn, rice Tiwul (cassava), bananas and other youth.
One day someone came to invite my parents to come in revival. The invitation was affordable. Both of my parents came into the meeting. Surprisingly berikutnaya night my parents also came. They were overjoyed while telling sermon at listened after coming home from the TRC. They brought one by one their children in the TRC. Furthermore, they come in a worship service every Sunday.
The meetings held on the front porch of a house church members because the church does not have. Because every sermon is always disturbed by the sound of passing vehicles. So on a devotional minister asked: Who should the house be used for church? My parents immediately answered with a show of hands "Our house may be used as a church". Since that time our house in use as a church. Our house used as the church began in 1948 to 1965 ".
Our whole family eventually become children of God and live in peace. We are very happy, although we become janitors and artisan cloth seats and the pulpit of the church without being paid a dime. The task ended up having their own church.
That is the living testimony of my parents who initially hated the Christians eventually become a Christian until the end of his life.
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