Brett's Amazing Testimony

Hi Lisa, in response to your inquiry, I am 51 years old now and have been surrendered to Christ for the past 21 years but it was not always this way. When I was 9 years old, I was molested by a now deceased sister. Yvonne was 13 at the time and the poor honey was probably molested and acting out what she thought was socially acceptable at the time. 

There was much sexual perversion perversion in our house as we grew up. A big family will always have these problems. I was raped by a homosexual pedophile when I was 13. His actions did more damage and served to confuse my sexuality. I was also thrown into a state of self hatred which in turn created bitterness and hostility towards all that were persuaded by the demons of homosexuality. I began to hate myself and others and vented that hatred on all that crossed me. I began drinking and doing drugs to mask my pain and shame. It was not long before I became addicted to the sexual gratification found in homosexual behavior. I would get drunk to hide my pain and shame and then give in to the temptation, only to hate myself more after sobering up. 


In 1977 my pain was intensified by very traumatic events that rocked my entire family. In June of 77 my paternal grandmother passed on yo be with Jesus. In June also is when my older brother Dennis was arrested and charged with the murder of his fiance'. He eventually was sentenced to 25- Life. He is still incarcerated today...35 years later. In October of 77 is when our world was completely crushed. Yvonne died at the age of 21 and we were devastated by this. She was beaten, thrown in the road by the perps and then run over by their car. 3 other cars actually did the most damage. She was killed by the 4th car. The poor honey was only 21 years old. This however was what led my parents to faith in Christ and that snowballed down hill, picking up 7 of their nine children. Dennis is the only one that has not come to Christ yet. Pray for him. I became such a violent and angry young man. I went in a rampage. From 1979 until 1983, I compiled 26 arrests and 34 charges. All in a vain attempt to go upstate and be with my brother. I met my first wife in 1984 and settled down. I stopped getting in trouble and stayed that way until 1991. In 1990 we had our twin girls and I thought our life was complete. We were walking with Christ and then I started drinking to celebrate the birth of our girls. It was only wine...only wine. I allowed the lies to deceive me. I knew Jesus but I still had much to learn. I was called to a prison counseling ministry but I became consumed by the alchohol. I was soon back in the pit of despair and wallowing in the mire again. 10-20 years in prison stopped me dead in my tracks. I had too much to drink and almost killed 3 people in a bar. It was time to retire. I surrendered my self to Jesus and just trusted Him to have His way. Whatever happened was fine with me. I could not live with myself any longer. 


I spent 16 years in prison but that was a blessing because it was at the feet of our Lord that I truly stayed. He began the molding process and placed me in to hands on ministry. I was an inmate pastor and counseled many men over the years. I have been home for several years now and married to my present wife. We noth work at a local Baptist Church and have a small home improvement business. We do not have much but wr have Christ and each other. I say we are millionaires and rich beyond any standards the world can mete out. We reach out to 4 lifers today and do so practically. We bring them food packages and money on a monthly basis. We visit with them as time and the Lord provides. When my settlement comes in, we wil begin phase 2 of our outreach. An aftercare home for ex-cons...and I already have the floor plan. The Lors gave me a vision for it and showed me the building. Imagine my amazement when I saw the actual building 3 years after the vision. 


God is awesome and completely sovereign in this world. All we need to do is simply trust Him. The rest is up to Him!!! I could go on but time will not permit me. My wife is waiting for me. I love you all! Have a blessed day in Jesus name. 

Brother Brett

I LOVE YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I WANT TO POST MY LOVE FOR CHRIST, BUT I CANT FIND WORDS THAT WOULD BE SO NICE. MY MASTER HE SHINES, WITH A GLORIOUS LIGHT! AND HIS MERCY AND GRACE, ARE WITH ME FOR LIFE! HE IS MY STRENGTH WHEN I AM WEAK: HE IS MY ENCOURAGER WHEN I AM STRONG. AND HE ALWAYS SEEMS TO FORGIVE, ME NO MATTER WHAT IVE DONE WRONG! HE PAID ALL MY DEBPTS: HE EVEN DIED FOR ME. THEN AFTER HE AROSE HE GAVE ME THE VICTORY!!
HIS COMPASSION FOR ME IS HIGH; AND HIS ANGER TOWARD ME IS SLOW. OH WHY DOES HE HAVE SUCH KINDNESS FOR THIS RETCHET OL SOUL? NOW I DO LOVE MY JESUS; THIS I GLADLY DECLAIR: FOR WHEN EVER I CALL HIM,
HE IS ALWAYS THERE!! AND THOUGH I CANT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY,
HOW I LOVE MY RISEN KING; HERE IS WRITEN PROOF:
HE CERTAINLY LOVES ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JESUS IS THE CHRIST!!!!!

A virgin birth did JESUS come: and in a manger HE did lay.
HE came to earth to give ransom; and to take our sins away.
HE heal the sick and raised the dead; and walked on the raging seas.
then HE said you and i could do these thing , if we would just believe:


JESUS is THE CHRIST the one who died and rosed from the grave;
when after the third day; the stone had rolled away.
 then HE asended to THE FATHER in the sky;
and said HE's coming back for you and i.


HE climed upon that hill: for us HE gave HIS life.
they put the nails in HIS hands and feet; and put a spear in HIS side.
they laid him in a barrowed tomb,cause HE wasnt planing to stay.
HE rose in power and victory;and carried our sin away.


JESUS is THE CHRIST, the one who died and rose from the grave;
when after the third day; the stone had rolled away.
then HE asended to THE FATHER in the sky;
and said HE's coming back for you and i.
      ( repeat )

and HE's coming back for you and i 

THE END!!!

i once felt so strong that i couldnt be broken down: but that was befor KING JESUS came around. HE came so quickly, like a thief in the night; and my knees buckled, trimbleing with fright! HE said spring from that couch among you cashy friends; and hear what I say, for the world is at its ends. for people will be fighting stilling and lying: the wicked will live while the inisant are dying! the gates of hell will open and the flames will be hot: most will be cast into the fire; and only a few will not! i know this poam sounds scary, but every word is true: but if you trust in THE LORD JESUS now this wont be you!!!!! THE END!

Donna Griego's Tear Jerking Testimony

I was born and raised in the church, my father being a very humble and godly man. He was a Southern Baptist preacher. He had a very hard life, working full time in a cotton mill and pastoring a church.

My mother left us when I was four years of age, and my beloved brother was nine. Our father had left for work that day, and she packed up all her things and left us crying in the living room. She left with my father’s brother, my uncle. My father had opened our home to him, because he had been injured in an accident. I remember that day clearly, I remember my brother crying and I was crying although I did not really understand why at the time, mainly because my brother was hurting. Later on that evening my father came home and he wept.
Life was hard after that, we lived with family, and we lived in rundown shacks with no plumbing. We wore the most horrid hand me down clothes. Both my brother and I grew up always fighting others, for we had to, as pretty much everyone picked on us.
All through this time I watched my father, live his life for God, and although God provided, He never seemed to make it easy. My father spent much of his time either working, ministering to the needs of others, or on his face before God. He was a very simple man.
My brother and I can recall many a breakfast on a Sunday morning, as our father prayed, he would tell God, “Lord, I only have 25$ for this week, and you know our needs”. Then we would go to church, and many times someone was in need, and we would watch, shocked and afraid as our father would draw a 20 dollar bill out of his wallet and place it in the special needs collection plate. “What is he doing? He said this morning that we only have 25$, what will we eat?” And then after church as we stood waiting for the very last person to leave, so we could leave, someone would walk up and shake his hand, and say pastor Clyde, God put it on my heart to give you this, and it would be 100$. We would be able to buy groceries and pay bills. So many times I saw these things but they never truly clicked in my mind until much later in life.
Being the child of a pastor as I grew up I also witnessed many times the ugliness of the church. The backbiting, the backstabbing, and the bickering. I was often angry because I saw the pain these things caused my father. This bitterness and the bitterness I harbored against my mother and my uncle, festered within me, and I began to blame God, and to hate Him.
I loved my father, but thought of him as a simple man, without much education, I knew he believed in God with all his heart and soul, but I truly believed that his was a faith caused by ignorance.
I became very rebellious as a teenager, running away from home, experimenting with drugs and basically being stupid. Throughout this period of my life there were many times where God preserved my life, but I was too stupid at the time to recognize it.
At the age of 18 in a strong urge to get away from the small town where I was born, I enlisted in the United States Air Force. I served 6 years and lived all of them in Europe. I traveled a lot. I still harbored a disdain for God, and would often argue with Christians, I was well versed in the Bible, better than most Christians and I was a master with words, twisting them and confusing them. I was pretty darn awful with the few Christians I encountered who attempted to witness to me.
While stationed in England I met my husband. He was raised Catholic but God really was not very important to him when we first met either. We were more concerned with having a good time (or at least what we thought was a good time).
We returned to the states as civilians and started our life. Our first-born son was born. I was scrambling to try and find a trusted baby sitter and ended up calling a lady who posted in the paper. Her name was Willa. She turned out to be the most awesome baby sitter. Sure it was irritating to hear her constant banter about God, but I felt my son was safe, and I could see he was happy there.
One day as I was dropping him off we had a conversation, the topic of which I cannot recall, someone had died, and I made a comment “ well you can’t take it with you when you go” in response to something said, and Willa paused a moment…and said this” well there are some things that you can take with you when you go”…amazed at this, I responded with “whatever can that be?”…And she said “well the life you live, will be the life your children will follow, and should you live that life in such a way, that you die forever separated from God…well chances are, you will take them along with you.”. I snorted, and left for work.
For weeks, this phrase would pop into my head, and many things taught me by my father would pop into my head, out of the blue, for no good reason.
I began to listen to a little Christian radio, and I began to read the Bible. I spoke with my father on the phone, and at some point, the date of which I cannot recall, I fell to my knees and asked for forgiveness.
I was grateful that my father lived long enough to see me come to Christ. It was only a couple of months after that he passed away.
At his funeral, God showed me the beauty of a life that I had always thought as sad, and hard, without much love or hope in it. A life that for many years I had thought wasted poured out to a God that was not real. My brother and I stood next to the coffin containing my father’s remains, as hundreds of people filed by, each one shaking our hand, and saying things like “ I came to Christ under your fathers preaching. “, “Your father ordained me as a minister and I now pastor a church.” “Your father baptized me.”, “Your father came out to the hospital and prayed for me when no one else came.”, “Your father taught me how to be a Christian.”, your father, your father, your father….over and over and over again. At last I could see the beauty of my father’s life, a hard life, he never had much, he always struggled to make end’s meet, he died alone, his mate having abandoned him for his brother, and yet what a life he lived. If I can live my life a 10th of the way he lived his I will die knowing I did well. I now know what true treasure is, it is not money, nor possessions, it is the fruit that we bring to God at the end of our lives. 
I have walked with Christ for 22 years now, and not one time has he abandoned me, not one time has he failed me. Life is tough sometimes. Sometimes it is the hardness of life that makes it so beautiful. Perhaps not many will understand what I mean when I say that. It is not something I can truly explain, I guess you will either understand it or not.
I grew up with the teaching of Jesus Christ, I knew the gospel, I had seen God's power and yet I chose to walk away from all this, I did not believe, I even mocked those who did, although love for my father prevented me from ever mocking him. I worked against God, and I hated God, and yet by His grace I was saved and He took out the heart of stone that I had created and He replaced it with a heart full of love for Him. 

That my friends, is my testimony,
Donna Griego

the wages of sin is death, but the gift of GOD is eternal live; through JESUS CHRSIT THE LORD. ( Rom. 6:23 )

MY BROTHERS AND SISTER I COULD REALY USE SOME PREYER!!!!!
i know i have been scarce for the past couple of days. well i fell into a momunte of temptation and was ashamed. i oo course repented quickly but the guilt was still there. i also wish for you to prey i quit smoking siggarettes as well i do beleave GOD is preparing me to preach again but i must put this away first. i am weak concerning the siggarettes but i know GOD is not and with HIS help and every preyer in this group they WILL GO. i am not asking to slow down or get help right now they are down prey i dont pick them back up. if i do i will be honest. i do not promose perfection but i can and will promose repentants. exspecialy sence that is what our LORD preached. thank you my family for any preyers for me and my GOG, JESUS CHRIST THE GOD OF FORGIVENESS AND CLENSING!!!!!!!!