Eu sou um brasileiro nacido em Minas Gerais, B.H mas criado em BOM DESPACHO M.G. Minha mãe trouxe a mim e minha irmã para os Estados Unidos em 1976, e estou aqui desde quando tinha 12 anos.É assustador dizer, mas eu quis voltar.
Depois de um ano eu comecei a freqüentar a escola, mas n gostava de la.Eu não usava o mesmo estilo d roupa das outras crianças e por isso eu era a diversão deles.Eu comecei a ficar muito triste e deprimido.Eu comecei a ver como as outras crianças se vestiam e comprei roupas parecidas com as delas.Mas isso n me ajudou muito porq as crianças continuaram se divertindo as minhas custas.A minha reputação era de ser só uma pessoa solitaria.Me cansei de n ser aceito pela multidao.Eu conheci uma pessoa q era legal e estava por perto e me ofereceu maconha e eu fumei algumas com ele.Isso me fez sentir bem então voltei. Eu finalmente comecei a ser aceito pela multidão
Eu vi minha vida indo pela direção errada e fui experimentar outros tipos de drogas.Maconha já n era o bastante, eu fui usar cocaína, beber muito e algumas festas todos os fins de semana. Eu também me envolvi com um tipo errado de garotas e tinha sexo fora d casamento...
Eu podia ver que estava me afundando cada vez mais.Havia pessoas que m falavam de Deus e q eu respeitava mas eu n estava pronto para dar a volta por cima e então chamar meus amigos...Isso foi depois do meu segundo grau. O meu interior era vazio. Eu estava com fome de alguma coisa mas eu n sabia exatamente o que era.
Um dia eu estava numa festa e tinha bastante cocaína. Depois da festa eu voltei pra casa e comecei a pensar sobre minha vida e como tinha começado mau e em todo esse tempo minha mãe e outros membros da família nunca souberam a respeito do meu problema. Eu tinha escondido tudo deles porque n os queria ferir de maneira nenhuma. Na mesma noite eu fui para o topo do prédio onde ficava o apartamento em que vivia. Eu fui pensar somente sobre todas as coisas e tudo e repentinamente eu vi uma luz de carro lá longe. Eu pensava que era o carro da polícia apontando a luz para mim mas n era. Eu fiquei muito assustado porq eu senti que meu coração podia para a qualquer minuto. Lembrei que estava muito alta por causa as cocaína e quando alguém fica alto assim a pessoa vai a loucura muito fácil. Eu corri do topo do telhado e desci bem rápido e apenas fui dormir. No dia seguinte eu me levantei e pensei sobre o que as pessoas tinham me dito sobre Deus que Ele me amou e tinha planos para minha vida. Eu sabia de uma igreja cristã que ficava na rua abaixo onde eu usava para viver e disse para mim mesmo para ir até lá e verificar do lado de fora. (Pensando atrás isso era realmente Deus me chamando).
Quando eu entrei na igreja com meu Skateboard. Caminhei em direção a duas pessoas que estavam cumprimentando todos. Quando viram que estava com skateboard me disseram que tinham um lugar para estacioná-lo. Eles estavam brincando comigo naturalmente. Eu me senti muito bem dentro da igreja, me senti salvo, amado e verdadeiramente aceito.
Eu disse para mim: "Uau, essas pessoas são tão amáveis" Eu me sentei e ouvi a mensagem que o pastor estava dando. Era como se Deus estivesse falando comigo. Eu me lembro apenas de ter pedido para Deus me perdoar e entrar na minha vida no final da reunião
Quando terminou a reunião e pisei fora da igreja eu nunca vou esquecer como me senti peguei meu skste e comecei a andar para casa. Senti como se uma pedra muito pesada tivesse sido levantada do topo da minha cabeca.Eu senti a paz que há muito tempo eu estava procurando.
Eu me lembro que quando voltei para onde vivia e comecei a falar com meus velhos amigos sobre o que tinha acontecido comigo. Eles pensaram que eu estava louco e q isso n duraria. Eles viram como minha vida tinha dado uma grande volta.pessoas com quem compartilhei de Cristo e vieram comigo a igreja, dois meses mais tarde aceitaram Jesus como seu Salvador. Um deles é pastor assistente em Lãs Vegas hoje.Como Jesus mudou a minha vida, Ele tb pode mudar a sua.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Romulo Csr Testimony
I'm a Brazilian man born in Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais, but raised in Bom Despacho in the same state. When I was 12 years old, my mother brought my sister and I to the United States. The year was 1976, and I have been here since. The cultural differences were frightening and I wanted to go back to Brazil so badly.
After my first year here in America, I started attending school, but I did not like it. My clothes were different and I was different from the other children and because of that I was the joke of the class. They made fun of me in all the opportunities they got. I got very sad and depressed. I tried to dress up like the other kids, bought new clothes to try to fit in. But it did not help. I continued to be the joke of the class. I felt lonely and gave up in trying to be accepted by the crowd until one day I met this nice guy, who was always around. One day he approached me and he was smoking marijuana. He offered me and we smoked that joint together. It made me feel good. I finally started to be accepted by the crowd
My life took off in the wrong direction. After a while marijuana was not enough and I engaged in heavier drugs. I used cocaine and drank too much and became a party animal. Parties every weekend. I also got involved with a wrong type of girls having sex outside marriage.
I could feel my life was slipping away from my control and I was sinking deeper and deeper. After my high school years, some people that I respected start talking about God, but I was not ready for Him. I then turned around and called my party friends. We had a lot of cocaine that day. After this party I went home and felt empty inside. I knew I was missing something and did not know what it was. No one in my family knew about my addictions and troubles. I felt afraid to let my mother know to not hurt her feelings and betray her confidence.
One night after I had enough cocaine to knock a bear out, I climbed up onto the roof of the apartment building we use to live. There was my safety corner and started thinking about all things I have done so far, destroying my life. Suddenly I saw a spot light looming in my direction from far away. I thought it was the police car pointing the light at me. I was very frightened. I felt like my heart could stop beating at any minute. I was very high because of the cocaine and could not discern if it was really happening or if it was hallucination. I ran so fast and climb down from the top of the roof and went straight to sleep. The next day I woke up and thought about what those people had told me about God, He loved me and had plans for my life. I knew of a Christian Church that stood on the street below where I used to live and told myself to go there and check it out. (Analyzing these events now this was really a call from God).
I walked into the church with my skateboard at hand. I walked toward the two people who were greeting everyone. When they saw the skateboard they told me they had a place to park it. They were kidding with me, naturally. I felt very well inside the Church, truly safe, loved and accepted.
I said to myself: "Wow, these people are so kind" I sat and listened to the message that the pastor was giving. It was as if God was talking to me. I remember just have asked God to forgive me and come into my life at the end of the meeting
I grabbed my skateboard, stepped outside the church and started walking home. Felt like a feather in the wind, like very heavy stone had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt peace in my heart like never before I felt.
I remember going back now where II lived and talking with my old friends about what had happened to me. They thought, at first, that I was crazy and that my new way of life would not last. They saw how my life turned around. These persons with whom I shared Christ and came with me to church, two months later accepted Jesus as their Savior. One of them is Assistant pastor in Las Vegas today. As Jesus has changed my life, He can change your’s too.
After my first year here in America, I started attending school, but I did not like it. My clothes were different and I was different from the other children and because of that I was the joke of the class. They made fun of me in all the opportunities they got. I got very sad and depressed. I tried to dress up like the other kids, bought new clothes to try to fit in. But it did not help. I continued to be the joke of the class. I felt lonely and gave up in trying to be accepted by the crowd until one day I met this nice guy, who was always around. One day he approached me and he was smoking marijuana. He offered me and we smoked that joint together. It made me feel good. I finally started to be accepted by the crowd
My life took off in the wrong direction. After a while marijuana was not enough and I engaged in heavier drugs. I used cocaine and drank too much and became a party animal. Parties every weekend. I also got involved with a wrong type of girls having sex outside marriage.
I could feel my life was slipping away from my control and I was sinking deeper and deeper. After my high school years, some people that I respected start talking about God, but I was not ready for Him. I then turned around and called my party friends. We had a lot of cocaine that day. After this party I went home and felt empty inside. I knew I was missing something and did not know what it was. No one in my family knew about my addictions and troubles. I felt afraid to let my mother know to not hurt her feelings and betray her confidence.
One night after I had enough cocaine to knock a bear out, I climbed up onto the roof of the apartment building we use to live. There was my safety corner and started thinking about all things I have done so far, destroying my life. Suddenly I saw a spot light looming in my direction from far away. I thought it was the police car pointing the light at me. I was very frightened. I felt like my heart could stop beating at any minute. I was very high because of the cocaine and could not discern if it was really happening or if it was hallucination. I ran so fast and climb down from the top of the roof and went straight to sleep. The next day I woke up and thought about what those people had told me about God, He loved me and had plans for my life. I knew of a Christian Church that stood on the street below where I used to live and told myself to go there and check it out. (Analyzing these events now this was really a call from God).
I walked into the church with my skateboard at hand. I walked toward the two people who were greeting everyone. When they saw the skateboard they told me they had a place to park it. They were kidding with me, naturally. I felt very well inside the Church, truly safe, loved and accepted.
I said to myself: "Wow, these people are so kind" I sat and listened to the message that the pastor was giving. It was as if God was talking to me. I remember just have asked God to forgive me and come into my life at the end of the meeting
I grabbed my skateboard, stepped outside the church and started walking home. Felt like a feather in the wind, like very heavy stone had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt peace in my heart like never before I felt.
I remember going back now where II lived and talking with my old friends about what had happened to me. They thought, at first, that I was crazy and that my new way of life would not last. They saw how my life turned around. These persons with whom I shared Christ and came with me to church, two months later accepted Jesus as their Savior. One of them is Assistant pastor in Las Vegas today. As Jesus has changed my life, He can change your’s too.
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