This is a testimony of a man in a Brazilian village- I wrote it out but it's his story, and God did it. All glory to Him!
I spent most of my time, stealing, scraping up money and acquiring debts I couldn't pay, selling myself and my life to fermented corn instead of growing it for my now-motherless children who, for all I cared, could run wild.
When the white Christians came, I cursed them in my drunkenness and also on the rare days I was sober.
I hoped that my rotted teeth and see-through ribcage shocked them, made them feel guilty for their white teeth and fleshy bodies.
They tried to care for my children, and I hated the guilt that incurred on me. I went to their meetings to mock them- no curiousity in my mind, only hatred.
One week my last friend I had been borrowing money from abandoned me and I stayed sober for a few days- a miracle for me- and went to the Christian's meeting...
They read "la palabra de Dios" - I heard about mi pecado, la sangre de Jesús, y el cielo y el infierno. I was struck with fear.
I fled the streets to the jungle, and sat on a tree and called out to Jesús. He heard me. He cleaned my heart- all the dirty streets were now clean. My shriveled body felt strong, and I leapt up to praise this God.
No longer am I lost in debt and drunkenness- I reconciled with my wife and children. Now I'm learning about la palabra de Dios and going out to tell everyone I can about Jesús.
God has seen fit to bless this village. He did this.
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