Christ Changed My Life and My Family

Marika Parlee’s Personal Story

Life in Budapest, Hungary 

My story begins in Budapest, Hungary. I was born after the second world war. My parents were trying to piece their lives back together and raise four sons through the terrible 1940’s. It seemed the whole world fell apart and theirs too. They were trying to make sense of their lives, picking up the broken pieces that had been shattered by a horrific war and hardships. They had to move on and make the best of things.....

Later in my childhood things had settled down some. In school we were taught socialist songs. We wore red handkerchiefs around our necks. Our textbooks were written by people whose gods were Karl Marx, Lenin, and Darwin. The heart of our science was that we came from monkeys and we were actively taught that the true God did not exist.....

Many people tried to keep their faith by going to church on Sundays but there was a price for them to pay. They were persecuted and lost their jobs. The sermons changed and God’s Word was watered down; heaven and hell became nothing more than a fairy tale.

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Olive is 89 and Not Sure About Her Future.

Her home is simple; her old rocking chair well-worn; her hands are wrinkled; her movements are not as nimble now - frail is the word. Pictures of loved ones hang on her walls - precious memories as she stares into the sunset of her life. Most of her friends have gone and now she recognizes more names in the cemetery than in the local news.

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Baptized and a Church Goer

But I was Lost.

Personal Testimony of Stacey Prins

...When I was seventeen I started waitressing at the Sherwood restaurant. That winter a nice looking young man started dropping by regularly for coffee. He seemed to be snowplower/fencer. When Spring struck he came in so frequently I had his order memorized and ready when he arrived – bacon and eggs up, small milk, and a coffee. I told the other girls to let me get his order anytime he came in. I noticed, right away, that he prayed for every meal. That unusual practise impressed me. He didn’t seem the fanatic sort so he passed in my books...

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My Journey Towards Heaven

Personal Testimony of Paul Prins

1959-2009

Paul Prins died on July 11, 2009 – just a few days after his story below was updated. He originally wrote his story several months ago. But last week he wanted it updated to reflect his current status as he prepared to say goodbye to the family he loved and his many friends. His story below will be given to every friend and relative who stops by to pay their respect and to express their condolences to his widow and family.

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I was also raised as a Roman Catholic.  As a Catholic I always believed that because I was baptized as an infant and tried to be a good person that I would be in heaven after I died.  I had been told that I was a sinner, but I certainly never was told that there was any chance that I would ever go to hell.  To me, hell was a place that murderers and really bad people went, not people like me.

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When I became a teenager, my older brother and I would go out Saturday night and party. But even then, we knew that if we woke up with a headache we had better go to church because the house rules required that if we were too sick to go to church, we were too sick to go out later in the day. So we made sure we went to church.

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When I finished high school there seemed to be so much out there to explore. I chose to enlist in the US Navy for four years.

Welcome on board the USS Talbot County

After a year of military training, I was off to sea on the USS Talbot County. A sailor welcomed me aboard this old landing ship in a rather unique way. After a brief hello, he asked me:

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During World War II the Germans executed my brother Peter in Rotterdam. Three days later, I went to view his body. When I arrived, I was sent into a barn where there were 40 corpses. Eventually I found my brother’s body. When I came home, I went to my bedroom thinking, “Martin, if your body lay in that barn, where would you be?”

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As the day dawned cold and blustery, little did I realize that this day, Friday, February 12, 1954, would become the most important day of my life.  It was more significant than the day I was born or married, the day any of my children were born or the day I will die because it was to provide for what the Bible calls Eternal Life, after my natural life on earth has ended.

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You are about to read Steve Morton’s personal testimony. Steve Morton lives in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada with his wife Kim and their son Ben. Steve and Kim both trusted Christ as their personal Saviour on December 06, 2007. Recently he condensed his amazing story into a free verse poem.

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I first came to the United States of America in 1995. I had left my family and home in Russia to stay in USA for a year as an exchange student. I had grown up in a country where the government controlled everything: what we read, what we listened to, what we wore to school, even how much we ate. I had grown up in bondage to a political system, and leaving that for a year felt wonderful.

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My father was an alcoholic and worked as a lumberjack in the bush. Vividly I remember my father would not arrive home on Friday nights. Often in winter, late at night, my mother would call us and my brother and I would go out the mile trail to the highway to look for my father. Many times we would find him on the side of the highway where his drinking buddies had dropped him off and we would bring him home on the sled. He would have died there had we not found him.

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Almost a year into my relationship I discovered I was pregnant. There was no hiding this one! Other sins I may have been able to hide from my family, but not this time. Besides, all of my sins were known to God. My boyfriend begged for an abortion and decided he could not deal with being a father. Back home I came! I was broken hearted, felt rejected, used, and felt like a complete idiot. I won’t go into depth about the situation but just know that I was in misery and once again blaming God for allowing this to happen.

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With the freedom I now had by owning my own car, and the natural decreased parental restrictions of being a little older, I began to run wild. I stepped over the line and entered into a world of partying and self-gratification that captivated me and eventually led me to move away from home.  Now, no longer with any restrictions, I plunged into the most riotous carefree living imaginable; there were no boundaries.  Money became the motivating driving force in my life so I could buy fast cars and motorcycles, enjoy exotic recreational activities and vacations, feed my nicotine, alcohol and drug habits, live a licentious lifestyle, and become involved in what ever my little heart desired. Somehow I was able to keep my head together enough to remain employed at ACME. I continued to move up the corporate ladder until eventually I became an ACME store manager.

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...We decided to escape from our homeland, so I paid a smuggler to take us into Pakistan. Usually the Afghan/Pakistan border is a seven-hour drive from Kabul, but it took us two and one-half days to cross the border. We traveled on foot, by mule, on river rafts and in vans over goat paths, jagged mountain ranges, through mosquito-infested swamps, and villages that were controlled by marauding bands. We put ourselves into the hands of a driver who was high on hashish.

In Pakistan we started our new lives with only a few clothes and a little food, but no home or household goods- not even official refugee status! I wondered why we had survived the war, and what the future held. God had delivered us from death, but why? If God was chastening me for my sins, why was He also punishing my innocent children? I continued to say my Muslim prayers five times a day and did what the Islamic faith required, but I had no comfort or peace with God...

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Growing up, I tried to fulfill all my obligations as a Muslim. I was taught that I am responsible to God to do as He says and not to depart from all the rules and teachings of Islam. To disobey one of God’s rules, would be a sin and a point against me. It was a merit system. So I tried to do good. I prayed five times a day; I read the Qur’an, fasted and so on. Yet deep in my heart I knew there was nothing I could do to achieve that high standard of holiness.

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At 17 years of age, when a bright future as an intelligent adult should have been beckoning to me on the horizon, I was seriously considering taking my life. It was at that point I decided to leave home. I was not running TOWARDS a homosexual lifestyle I was running AWAY from abuse, not even thinking about where I was going or what might happen to me. All I could see was the need to run. ...

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Serial Killer – Son of Sam

David Berkowitz Tells His Story

I am glad you are checking out this story. I have written Prisoner and Christian David Berkowitz several times. He is one of very few American prisoners who is allowed to maintain a personal website. He is a totally changed man. This story does not glamorize in any way his dark and tragic past or the horrific crimes he committed. Nor does this prisoner ever want to be paroled. He is serving six life sentences for a total of 365 years and he does not feel the six life sentences are too harsh.  After all, over 30 years ago he terrorized New York City for one year with random shootings killing six innocent people and wounding seven others.

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