Someone send me this video which was used by Transport for London to raise awareness of cyclists on the street.
Now, bringing it to the spiritual side… what can this video teach us?
Would love to read your opinion on the comment section of this post.
Someone has just sent me this video and I want to share it with all of you.
Injustice made the monkey angry, but how about you? Does it make you also feel that way?
‘For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed,nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light. If anyone has ears to hear, let him hear.’ Mark 4.22.23
From Bishop Macedo’s blog
Hello, bishop! Like most of the testimonies that you have posted, I also went through this.
I came to the Universal Church when I was 15 years old. I listened to punk rock and heavy metal. At the age of 13, I attempted suicide, and I would have tried again when my brother took me to church.
Oh, what a day!
From the first prayer to the last, I wept, as if I was reborn that day. It was no longer a cry without comfort or distress. I felt peace! A peace that I had never felt in my entire life. Consequence: I surrendered myself (body, soul and spirit).
I got home that day and threw away everything that linked me to the rock music. At first, my mother thought I was crazy, but she saw something in me that she had never seen before – a smile, a different kind of glow.
Then the fights started.
My father, who was a very hateful, violent and proud man, did not accept this change in me. I’ll even go as far as saying that I deeply hated him. I slept with a knife under my pillow to kill him because, since I was very small, I would see him be violent with my mother and brothers. But from that day forth, I no longer saw him the same way.
I knew that the same way that I saw a “light”, he would also see it. This was the only way that he would be become a new person.
With just one month of attending the church, I was baptized in the Holy Spirit, and my battles became even harder. He would hit my mother for covering up for me when I went to church.
Until, I was raised as an assistant. That is when he put me out of the house because he always threatened me and said he would rather see me on the corner like a prostitute, than see me in the Universal Church.
This did not bring me sadness; on the contrary, I told God that it was an honor to be “suffering” for his sake, a privilege! I couldn’t see my mother for about 2 years because my father ordered his “guards”, who were always armed, to kill me if I approached the house. These were difficult days.
I slept on the street for 15 days. As soon as the church opened, I went inside. I used the bathroom to change into the few clothes my brother snuck out of the house in a plastic bag. God opened the doors and I found people that were really generous and willing to help me. However, I never abandoned my faith, or stopped serving my Lord Jesus. It was 5 years of struggle, but I had a vow with God: the day my father stepped foot in the Church, he would never leave again.
Many things happen to him. Unfortunately, he had to reach the bottom of the pit to acknowledge God, but that is what happened!
My father became a beggar on the streets, eating garbage, had lice and a broken arm. I found him there and took a pair of pants and a shirt, which I consecrated in church, and my wedding invitation because God had blessed me with a man of God. And he, humiliated, without looking up, cried.
It didn’t even seem like that man who was proud, impudent, and everyone feared. It was very difficult to see him in that situation, but I didn’t let myself get too involved by my emotions, it was time to use my faith.
I asked him to come to my wedding and that I would leave clothes for him at my sister’s house, so that no one would steal them. And to my joy, on my wedding day, the first person I saw standing at the church door, with his head down, was my father!
Again I said, “OH, WHAT A DAY!”
I did not know whether to laugh or cry, because I knew that I had a vow with God, and that day would be the day that my father would be touched. Though he did not hear the preaching of salvation or receive a prayer for deliverance, God’s presence was there, and he would be touched like I was!
From that day on, my father accepted the Lord Jesus and started going to church. I joked around with him saying, “You’re too fanatic, humm Dad!” He laughed and said “Now I know why you left everything”.
I have been in the presence of this wonderful God for 28 years, and serve Him with all my strength on His altar. I believe that my father and my dear mother are enjoying the Eternal Life He promised.
Sorry for writing so much. I want to say thank you bishop. Thank you for enduring everything and teaching us to be fighters and persevering!
I just came from a very special meeting in our HelpCentre in Newcastle (around 4 and half hours from London) and it was indeed a blessing. There were many people for the first time and I’m absolutely sure that today there has been salvation in this house.
I also met with a lovely lady who lives 1 and half hour from Newcastle who came to the service because she watched us on Finding Answers (Sky 203 and/or iurdtv.eu - Mon-Fri at 10.45pm)
May God bless you all!
Bp Celso Junior
Tune in to Liberty Radio libertyradio.co.uk tonight at 10pm and you will find out:
1. What this help was;
2. Where did it come from;
3. How can you also receive this same help.
Bp Celso Junior