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About 3 years ago I dropped into a black hole – four months of absolute terror. I wanted to end my life, but somehow [Holy Spirit], I reached out to a friend who took me to hospital. I had three visits [hospital] in four months – I actually thought I was in hell. I imagine I was going through some sort of metamorphosis [mental, physical & spiritual]. I had been seeing a therapist [1994] on a regular basis, up until this point in time. I actually thought I would be locked away – but the hospital staff was very supportive [I had no control over my process]. I was released from hospital 16th September 2004, but my fear, pain & shame had only subsided a little. I remember this particular morning waking up [home] & my process would start up again [fear, pain, & shame]. No one could help me, not even my therapist [I was terrified]. I asked Jesus Christ to have mercy on me & forgive me my sins. Slowly, all my fear has dissipated & I believe Jesus delivered me from my “psychological prison.” I am a practicing Catholic & the Holy Spirit is my friend & strength; every day since then has been a joy & blessing. I deserve to go to hell for the life I have led, but Jesus through His sacrifice on the cross, delivered me from my inequities. John 3: 8, John 15: 26, are verses I can relate to, organically. He’s a real person who is with me all the time. I have so much joy & peace in my life, today, after a childhood spent in orphanages . God LOVES me so much. Fear, pain, & shame, are no longer my constant companions. I just wanted to share my experience with you [Luke 8: 16 – 17].


R Boyne,
What a wonderful witness to God's power, thank you so much for sharing!!


I used to blog as Nomad For God, but yesterday was my last day as a career missionary. However, when we were missionaries in West Africa, God sent an angel to save me from death.

It was before the civil war started in the Ivory Coast in about 2000 or so. We had been confined to our home for several days by gunfire and bombs. We ran a guesthouse for other missionaries and it happened to be at full capacity when the troubles began. After several days, the folks in the guesthouse began to run out of food. We hadn't heard machine gun fire for about 12 hours, so a male representative from the guesthouse and I cautiously drove to the first grocery store, about 8 blocks away. Fortunately for us, it was opened. It was full of men who had been sent by their wives to get food. As we were checking out, the proprietor slammed down the security door. We asked what was going on and he said there was a carload of soldiers coming by.

During times of civil unrest, the African soldiers often get drunk and go on a rampage, stealing, raping and killing. They are especially cruel to the Lebanese, as they own most of the stores and businesses and generally have a reputation for treating the local Africans pretty poorly. I knew the owner of this store and his three sons. It was a small store in a small residential section of Abidjan.

Finally, they raised the security door a few feet and said it was "OK". We went outside only to find that it was indeed, NOT OK. The carload of drunken soldiers were robbing the man who had just gone out of the store ahead of me and when we turned the corner, they pointed their machine guns at me and my colleague. They told me (all in French) to surrender my groceries, my money, my possesions, and my car. At that moment, a man (whom I had NEVER seen before) came running out of the store yelling at the soldiers to leave us alone and give us our things back. (the first thing you learn is to NEVER yell at drunken soldiers who are holding machine guns). At that moment, I thought the soldiers were going to open fire and kill us all, just for the heck of it. (it happens all the time). Instead, the leader, blinked a few times, looked intently at the man whom I had never seen before, then at me and my colleague, then back at the other man. He lowered his AK-47, and then said in a calm subdued voice (in English) "Get in your vehicle and leave rapidly".

We did.

Looking back on this, the only explanation is that the man who came out of the store was an angel of the Lord. No one yells an order to a drunken African soldier and lives to tell about it. The man who came out was not known to me, and later I asked the owner who it was so I could thank him, and the owner said he didn't know who I was talking about, that NO ONE confronts a soldier during times like those. When the man told the soldier to leave us alone, the soldier's whole disposition changed and he seemed to "obey".

I believe with all my heart that God sent an angel to save us.

Glory be to God!

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