This piece is a testimony of a saving work that God my Savior did in my life.
He didn’t have to do it, but He did and today I am exceedingly thankful that He did.
In this piece, I will share the story of how God prevented me from forsaking Christianity and converting to Wicca.
At the time I was a severely backslidden Christian. I got saved not even two years before this so, therefore, I was an immature believer, and several people caused me to stumble in the months between getting saved and this event.
It was in late January of 2006.
I was nineteen years old and a senior in high school.
I slept on the sofa in my parents’ living room every night and this night was no different.
A few months before this I had decided to keep a flashlight on me at all times, to the point of even sleeping with one in my pants pocket.
During my late teen years, before and after getting saved, I had an increasing interest in Wicca.
It seemed like a fun, peaceful, romantic and tolerant way of life, whereas Christianity still appeared abusive and controlling to me.
The enemy of my soul put those delusions in my head with great craftiness and malice.
If that wasn’t enough, I also had the assumption that there were lots of ample-sized women and girls who were practitioners of Wicca and this was a chance for me to meet some. Everyone who knows anything about me knows how I strongly gravitate towards bigger females and back then was no different.
Earlier, that very day, I had announced to my immediate family about how I was considering becoming a Wiccan.
My Dad was the most upset, but the others didn’t have much reaction.
I went to sleep excited about my decision.
As I slept on that sofa, a severe thunderstorm developed during the night.
Lightning or wind had damaged some grid infrastructure and knocked off the current.
I was woken up by wind, lightning, and thunder.
The house was pitch black, I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.
So, I reached in my pants pocket for my flashlight, but it wasn’t there.
I knew it had fallen into the sofa, so I began to feel for it in the total darkness.
At that exact moment, a freight train was passing on the outskirts of my community.
My location was 3-4 miles south of the railroad line and normally the only way to hear a train was to be outside.
However, a North wind was blowing which carried and amplified the rumbling sound of the freight train.
As much as I am obsessed with trains, I didn’t think it was a train.
I sincerely thought it was a tornado and headed straight for me.
Think about it, there was a severe thunderstorm going on which was powerful enough to knock out the electricity. I always knew that severe thunderstorms can spawn tornadoes and late January is a frequent time for tornadoes in Louisiana. And not only that, I was always told that a tornado sounds like a freight train.
I was utterly terrified, probably more than I had ever been in my life.
The thoughts of how just hours ago I was planning on abandoning my Christian faith for Wicca haunted my heart and mind.
In the pitch darkness, I tried in vain to get to my parents’ bedroom and warn them of what I thought was a tornado but bumped and tripped all over the furniture.
In complete desperation, I called on God.
A split second later, the engineer of that train sounded the whistle.
I still panicked at first, because I thought it was warning sirens, not realizing that the Parish I was living in doesn’t have warning sirens.
God then sternly told me it was just a train and afterward, He asked me if I still wanted to become a Wiccan.
About that time my Mom and Dad woke up and saw that I was up as well.
I don’t remember the words we all exchanged but we soon went back to sleep.
At daybreak, the electricity was back on.
I also located my flashlight that was deep in the sofa and even thanked God for helping me find it.
I then got ready for school.
I still would take me a few years to completely return to God, but I pretty much gave up on converting to Wicca after what had happened that night.
If you are running from God, stop this instant and do a total 180 Degree turn. He will lovingly take you back into His arms, no questions asked.
Please, don’t run from God as long as I did, because if you do, the enemy of your soul will rob you of everything good and pure…