Testimony of Rob Weddle






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My entire childhood was spent wrapped in the cold blankets of anger and bitterness. Though I was raised in a Christian household, with two working-professional parents, I lived with a secret that had buried itself deep within my tortured soul. I had been sexually abused twice between the ages of four and six. As we approach the twenty first century, most school children have been informed of the horrors of child abuse, and what to do in case such an event occurs. In the early seventies, however, it was a subject that was only whispered about in certain circles.

As my body grew, so did the resentment toward the responsible parties, as well as a seething hatred for the world in general. I felt I could not divulge my sordid past to anyone, so the guilt, confusion and anger snowballed into a mountain of loneliness and depression.

Moving into my twenties, I got married and had a child, but was still harboring the darkness of the abuse within me. My hatred eventually drove my wife away, taking my two year old daughter with her. Through a series of circumstances too lengthy to tell, I eventually let myself be driven to attempt suicide. I took a bottle of painkillers, reasoning to myself, in my confused state of mind, that these would finally "kill the pain".

I awoke the next day, surprised to still have breath in my lungs. I checked into a hospital and sought the help that I could not provide myself. It was there that I realized that it had not been my "good fortune" that had saved me, but it was Jesus Christ.

The reason I can call my surviving a "miracle of God" is the fact that, after my stomach was pumped in the emergency room the following morning, the doctors informed me I had absolutely NO TRACE of anything toxic or foreign in my system. It had not been "released" from my body in any way. The toxins had simply vanished.

That is what Jesus Christ did to my pain and depression, also. He made them vanish. It was certainly not instantaneous, but it did happen. Once I seen Him as the "friend who sticks closer than a brother", as the Bible states, my mind was healed and my soul saved.

My wife, my daughter and I recently received the blessing of a new addition to our family: My son. I was not only given back my family, but have been given more than I had to begin with. God has restored my mind, and my soul rejoices in the fact that Jesus Christ is alive in me.

It may seem confusing to some, and a blatant lie to others, but I know that He lives. I know this because I am alive and well today. I talk to God on a regular basis, and sence His mighty hand in everything I do. If you have been pushed to the brink of disaster within your own tortured mind, you need to accept Jesus into your heart. The Bible says that "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

Does this description sound like a blueprint of your life? It doesn't have to be. He is real, no matter what you believed or have been told. He's real and alive and He wants to come into your heart today. You can ask Him in by simply praying:

"Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. I believe you died on the cross for my sins, and rose again the third day. I ask you to come into my heart right now and be my savior. Thank you Jesus. Amen."

That's it! That's how easy it is. If you have made this commitment, I would love to hear from you. E-mail me and let me know. I can also be reached for questions, concerns and comments. God bless you!