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Adam Lambert
EMail: aslambert@hotmail.comMy name is Adam Lambert. I am currently 31 years old. I want to tell you a story about my life in hopes it will draw you to know the peace I have found in Jesus.
I was raised in a household where alcohol was always present. I did not have a "NORMAL" childhood. I spent most of my childhood hiding from my feelings through drugs, alcohol, sex, and violence. And yes, you can hide in fights and such as it is a way to vent some of your pain.
I started smoking cigarettes when I was 7 years old. I took my first drink of beer when I was 8. I got into pornography at the age of 8-9. I do not remember for sure. I started smoking pot at the age of 11 and was a pill freak at the age of 12. For those of you who do not know what a pill freak is, it is a person that will take any pill you lay in front of him and then ask you what they just took. I got very drunk for the first time at the age of 12, also.
I was very active in sports such as baseball and football. Football being my favorite as I could vent my frustrations on the field and not get into trouble for it. I got really good at these because it was the one thing I did that my dad took notice. I wanted really bad for him to love me and??¸?
My first memory as a child is of a tree falling on the house. It was blown down by Hurricane Camille. This is kind of prophetic of the way my life was to go for many years to come.
The first thing I remember of my parents as a child is of my Dad throwing my Mom across the room into a bookshelf he had built. This went on quite often until I was 12. My mom would scream for my older brother to help her, but as he was only 2 years older than me, he could do nothing. When I was 8 years old I had enough of the abuse and tried to stop my Dad from beating my Mom. I ran up to him and started to hit him. He picked me up by the hair of my head and threw me on the couch. I remember sitting on the couch in the living room in tears, because I knew my Mom was hurting and there was nothing I could do about it.
My Dad spent a lot of time telling me and my brothers that we were worthless and would amount to nothing. I took it as the truth and had a very low self esteem of myself because of it.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 12 also. I was glad of this as I thought the HELL was ending.
I had an ugly duckling life. I spent the first 9 years of school being picked on by all the other kids because I was different from them. They called me all sorts of names. I went through this time virtually alone as I had no-one to run to except one uncle who, when home would protect us and show us the love we longed for. His name was Bill.
The summer between my 9th and 10th grade years I and a lady redid my hairstyle and a lot of the kids started doing the drugs and alcohol seemed like I was. This changed their opinion of me or seemed to. I was now sort of popular with the ladies, but because of all the things in my past I did not trust anyone. I was not capable of having a real relationship with anyone because of the way I was abused by the kids and my Dad.
By the time I was 15, I was smoking about an ounce of pot each week. I would take a fifth of Jack Daniel in one hand and a goose neck Budweiser in the other and start drinking. When the beer was gone so was the whiskey. I do not remember most of my sophomore year of high school because I was always high or drunk.
I started dating a girl, who would have sex with me, when I was 16. When I turned 17 she was pregnant. We got married half way through my senior year of high school. We divorced 4 years later.
I joined the Army to see the world and to be like my older brother. I requested to be sent to West Germany. In the Army I had to quit the drugs and due to the drug tests we had to go through. I could still drink though and I did A LOT of it. By the time I left West Germany 3 and 1/2 years later, I could drink a half gallon of liquor and still get up and walk. I drove home in that shape many times.
I have been married a total of 3 times and I have 4 children from these marriages. I was very abusive in these relationships as all I knew how to do was to use people to get what I wanted. I abused these women verbally all the time. The second and third I abused physically and the third I abused sexually.
I have, to date, done every drug known to man except anything that goes in a needle. I was strung out on crack for 2 years while married to my third wife. One Saturday I found us with no money and no food for our10 month old child. There was a church that met in the clubhouse off the apartment complex where I lived. I went down there at 12 noon to see about getting some money from them. They had not gotten out of Church yet. I went back at 1 o'clock and they were still in there having church. I went back at 2 o'clock and they were still in there. I was starting to get a little frustrated. There was a group of people coming out of the church and I asked them where
the pastor was. I was told the pastor was in the church. The lady then asked me what I wanted and I told her the situation. She handed me $5.00 and invited me inside. I was dressed in a pair of shorts that was entirely to short and a muscle shirt that had sexually explicit pictures all over it. I told her I would not enter a church the way I was dressed. She told me they did not care how I looked and to come in anyway. This got my attention as I was under the belief that you did not go to church without your Sunday best on. I went in and sat there through 4 hours of preaching with my now ex wife and son. At the end of it another lady got up and asked us to come to the front of the church as she wanted to pray for us. She prayed over us in tongues and then they took up a collection for us. They gave us $30 to get some food with. When we got back to the apartment my ex-wife started cussing and it offended me. Now I stopped and had to take a look at this as I had one of the foulest mouths there were. I asked her to not say that because it offended me. It was at this time I realized there had been a change in me.
While the lady prayed over us I was delivered from all the drug addiction and alcoholism. I was delivered from the extreme temper that I had. And most of all I was delivered from the pain in my heart. I realized that for the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to be loved and to love someone. I had fallen in love with Jesus. I got on my knees and started praying for the Lord to teach me about him, as my ex wife left the next day and moved away, I had no-one there to teach me or anything.
The Lord held up his promise in his word that he would send the Holy Spirit to be my teacher. I was taught through several preachers on TBN and through a lot of time studying the word of God, which is the Holy Bible, and through a lot of prayer. There where men and women of God sent to me at different times to help me but the Lord never allowed any of them to stay around me for extended periods of time as He wanted to teach me Himself and for me to be dependant on Him. This was ok with me as I did not trust people.
I have been walking with the Lord now for 3 and 1/2 years. I am a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and I love Jesus with all there is in me to love.
If this has touched your heart and you want to come to know Jesus as your Lord and savior pray this prayer with me.
"Father" I come to you a sinner and ask your forgiveness in the name of your son, Jesus. I believe he died on the cross for my sins and he is now at the right hand of God. I thank you for this in the name of Jesus I pray, AMEN.
Welcome to the family of christian brothers and sisters. I now want to encourage you to find a local church and tell the pastor of your experience, and that you are looking for a place to learn about Jesus.
If you prayed this prayer or just have a question, please, feel free to contact me.
May God Bless You!!
Adam Lambert
aslambert@hotmail.com
Ephesians 2:4-5
But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ
even when we were dead in transgressions--it is by grace you have been saved.
Karen Lambert
EMail: KALDESIGN@msn.comAND THE TWO SHALL BE ONE...
The world bombards us with many ideas. Equality for women, Humanism, "if it feels good do it", "Do your own thing, and "career first". Being "married singles" can creep into any marriage if you lose sight of God's plan for marriage. Once we accepted the world's plan for our marriage, it seemed doomed. The only way to get back on track is through God's word, using it as a guide for a good marriage. "Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the Church, his body, of which he is the Savior.
Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands, in everything. Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In the same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one ever hated his own body, but feeds and cares for it, just as Christ does the church - for we are members of his body. For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife , and the two shall be one flesh." Ephesians 5:22-31 My husband, Mike, and I found ourselves becoming married singles. He was gone so much trying to start a photography business. Sometimes we would only see each other on the way to the bathroom in the morning. Sunday mornings seemed to be the only time we had to spend together, so we'd skip church. Soon we found our spiritual lives taking a back seat to everything else.
I 'learned' to get along, putting myself and our sons first. As a result I began to push my husband out the front door to do his next job, so I could do what I wanted to do. I began to feel unloved because I was lonely. I put my needs ahead of Mike's and he began to feel unloved too. After several fights and much soul searching, we decided we had to work at putting our marriage back on the right track. We were trying to do it our own way and not really trusting God to straighten things out. Our marriage was okay... it could have been better.
Sometimes God allows us to experience trials. He gives us the choice of giving them back to Him or keeping them for ourselves. If we keep them for ourselves. We can end up blaming and bitter. Fortunately, when our trial came, we were able to look to God, as being our source of help. He has rewarded us with a deeper love for Him and for each other.
Our trial came with the birth of Sara Elizabeth.
We were so happy! Even though she was 6 weeks early - we had our little girl. Since we had two boys, ten year old Michael and three year old Zachariah, we had hoped and prayed for a daughter this time. God had heard our prayers. Sara Elizabeth entered this world at 8:01 pm on October 9, 1984, weighing 7 lbs. The name, Sara Elizabeth, means "princess- consecrated to God". Her name was
chosen when we first learned I was pregnant and we never wavered once. Little did we know how important her names meaning would become to us. I had been in the recovery room a very short time when our pediatrician came in to see me. Sara had Hyaline's Membrane Disease. He told me that she was having much difficulty breathing on her own and he felt she should be transferred to a nearby hospital with an excellent neo-natal intensive care unit. As he left the room I breathed a prayer.
"God, thank you for my little girl. I'm giving her back to you, now. Take care of her for me and do your will in her life." When I was settled in my hospital room, they brought Sara to me so I could see her one more time before she was transferred.. She was in an incubator. She looked so helpless in comparison to the screaming little fighter I had held so briefly in the delivery room. We trusted God to be in total control. Mike rode in the ambulance with Sara and visited her alone until I was released from the hospital. The next day we made the trip together. Mike led me into a room lined with incubators. The room was filled with the sounds of bells and buzzers. There was my little girl with tubes and wires attached to her it seemed everywhere possible. She was the biggest baby in the nursery, but she looked so sick. A machine was breathing for her. But somehow, I had a peace. They were taking good care of her. We decided to have Sara baptized as a public expression of giving her back to God. The hospital chaplain prayed with us and baptized Sara Elizabeth when she was two days old.
We visited Sara as long and as often as possible. She had good times and bad times. Mike and I would hold each other and cry. We were amazed at how our emotions and strength complimented each other. When Mike cried, I was able to comfort him. When I needed to cry, he was a tower of strength. During this time we were learning many lessons. God began showing us His strength, love, and peace. He showed us how He had blessed us with two healthy children. He showed us how many friends we had, how many people were really there for us when we needed them. He showed us that if we will just let Him, He will be everything for us.
When Sara Elizabeth was three days old, I woke up at 3 am. I prayed for Sara, our families, the doctor and nurses, and for God's will to be done. Then I went back to sleep. Before I woke the next morning, I had a dream. In my dream, we were at the hospital. The machines and the wires were all gone and everything was white. A 'nurse' was playing with Sara. Sara was healthy and happy. She laughed and cooed. As I watched her play, the "nurse" told me to pick up the telephone. "A friend had a poem for me." A soft gentle voice recited the poem and when I woke up I remembered it and wrote it down.
Here lies a princess who'll fly through the air.
She came into this world with only one care.
The start that she got was a little bit slow,
But Baby Sara surely will grow.
The force that sustains her is God's perfect love.
Just know, one day Sara will fly like a dove.
God had given us His assurance, once again. We taped a copy of the poem to Sara's incubator and claimed it as a promise for her. When Sara was 5 days old, her condition began to deteriorate. I packed my bags and went to the hospital prepared to stay until it was over, one way or the other. When we arrived at the hospital we prayed again for God to heal her lungs. The longer we watched her, the more we felt God's presence. I heard a still small voice say, "You can sit here and beg me to heal Sara, or you can go home and trust me to do my will." Mike said he heard the same thing. We talked about it and agreed to go home.
The next day we met at the door by Sara's doctor. She asked us for an hour to analyze some test results she was just given and consult with other doctors. Then she would have some news for us. When we walked back into the nursery we were confronted by a nurse. "We're making arrangements to send Sara to Houston on Lifeline. She has a hole in her heart. We've made reservations for you at Ronald McDonald House, when can you be there?" Again that still small voice was saying, "Not Today! Not Today!" Mike was ready to pick up and go immediately. I tried to assure him we couldn't do anything for Sara that day. God would take care of her. We went home, made arrangements for our sons to be taken care of, got traveler's checks, canceled our commitments for the next week, and notified our family of what was going on.
We were to leave early the next morning. When I finished the last phone call, the telephone rang. It was Sara's doctor. "Sara is still here. She doesn't have a hole in her heart. They gave me the wrong baby's reports." If we would have followed our instincts instead of listening to God, we would have already been in Houston, five hours away from home and Sara. But we did have another baby to pray for - the one who did have a hole in her heart. The next day Sara was no better. At this point the doctors had done everything possible for her. Sara's doctor cried with us as she told us she could no longer give us any hope. Sara would only live another 24 to 48 hours. She said, "Go home and wait."
We saw Sara one more time. We kissed her good-bye, told her we loved her, and prayed for God's will, one more time. "Sara is in your hands, God." On the way home we made several stops to let our parents know what we had been told. We shared the doctors reports and how we were trusting God. If He saw fit to heal Sara, we wouldn't give up hope. If he was calling her home, we would miss her, but we knew that God knows and wants our best. When we walked in the front door of our home, the telephone was ringing. It was Sara's doctor. "We did all we could, but Sara just passed on." Sara went home to be with Jesus when she was 8 days old.
On the day of Sara's Celebration Service, as we called it, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and spring was in our hearts. We celebrated because we knew Sara was in the best possible place - Jesus' arms. "Suffer the little children to come unto me, forbid them not; for such is the kingdom of Heaven." Luke 18:16
There were and still are tears, but there is also the peace that passes all understanding and a joy that comes from knowing that God cares about our every need. God is continuing to show us how He used Sara Elizabeth. We have seen her touch many lives. We have seen friendships healed, marriages strengthened (including our own), relationships with God being considered, and people praying and pulling together. Sara's "ONE CARE" was to teach people to love God and appreciate His Blessings.
Today we know she's "FLYING LIKE A DOVE' in heaven. And Sara is a "PRINCESS". Every princess needs a crown and our princess has one. "There is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord the righteous judge will award to me on that day." 2nd Timothy 4:8 "Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." Matthew 6:21 Our treasure is God and is with God. When Mike and I talk about Sara Elizabeth we feel close to each other. God did a wonderful work in our marriage and in our lives. But, He could only do that when we put Him at the center of our marriage.
AND THE TWO SHALL BE ONE.......................
Dave and Diane Larkin
Alta Loma, California USA
EMail: DANDD218@aol.comGod's Gracious Gifts
My wife and I were married in 1992. She is a wonderful intelligent woman with great insight. After a couple years of marriage, we decided that it was time to have children. We were ready for the responsibility and very excited. Well, we were ready but God works on a different time line. We tried for almost two years with no success utilizing every suggestion from doctors and friends.
I'm a fireman and heard about a "Firefighters for Christ" weekend retreat for couples to Hume Lake, a Christian mountain resort. A record number of couples attended from my fire department as well as hundreds of other firefighters from all over the state and their wives.
On that Saturday night something special happened. Eighteen people gathered in one mountain cabin family room. We began to pray for one another. Other couples knew our concern of whether or not we would be able to have children. They all prayed for us, songs were sung, tears fell, a Holy presence filled the room. Few words were spoken that night about the fire service, something rare with a group of firemen. We all parted late that night with words of love and encouragement.
Two to three weeks later I went on a hike with two fellow fireman to the top of a local mountain called Cucamonga Peak. When we reached the summit of 8900 feet, I thanked them for their prayers at Hume Lake and also told them that God had given us an answer to those prayers. Diane and I were with child. Their jaws dropped to the ground in astonishment. Sometimes God answers prayers rather quickly. I suppose this moment was special to them to knowing they were there when the spirit of God fell onto that little mountain cabin at Hume Lake.
After we got back from the hike I proceeded make several phone calls informing all who were present with us at Hume Lake. Precious blessings as this could not go unheard.
Well, we now have a beautiful four month old little girl named Sarah Christine.
Wait! That's not all. My wife and I just found out we were with child again. The research we have read on pregnancy within three months after child birth states this is nothing shy of a miracle and very rare. Just when you think you have received more grace than you can handle, God gives more abundantly. Our God is a powerful God indeed.
Pray every day to our glorious Father in the name of Jesus Christ. Your prayers will be answered. What an awesome God we serve.
May God's blessing be with you always,
Dave, Diane, Sarah, and (we'll know in July '97')
Sheila Lee
Costa Mesa,CA. U.S.A.
EMail: sheila@cogent.net(sheila)
"THROUGH A CHILD....."
This is my story... one small story of God's awesome love for His children. I am the Grandmother of a precious little girl who was born deaf, today she is eight years old. When she was just one and the test results came in, confirming our worst fears, we cried until we thought our hearts would literally break. She is deaf.
Oh yes, we questioned God's love and even His wisdom, over and over we cried, "Why...? Why...? Why us, why her, why now ???" Once we stopped crying and feeling sorry for ourselves, we gave it over to God, knowing in truth, He was in control all the while and patiently waiting, as He always did. During the years to follow we have watched as He turned our worse nightmare into a blessing of the highest order.
Teaching Shannon the use of sign... Sounds simple enough at the start, the basic process consisting of pointing to an object, then doing the sign for that object, repeating this over and over until she got the idea.
The frustration began, and then the realization set in... were the doctors right, would it be years before she learned even a few signs? Every member of our family became acutely aware of something we had always taken for granted... sound... what a precious gift. This beautiful child did not know what sound was, she has never heard a human voice, yet here we were, trying to teach her "WORDS"... words she could say with her hands! This is a difficult concept to wrap your mind around, even as adults... familiar with sound, words and speech.
As Shannon began learning to sign, it was wonderful, the doors of communication were opened and she began learning fast. This cannot be credited to our ability as teachers, but rather the awesome power of prayer. Once her bright little mind had captured the notion, she was off and running. Teaching concepts, such as more, many, beautiful or soft were much more difficult, with nothing tangible to point to. Doctors were even more cynical about her ability to learn concepts... however most could be acted out and we became real troopers in the art of pantomime.
What a joy it was when she first tapped her little fingers together, signifying "more", we would have given her more of (almost) anything! Slow as it was, the results were wonderful... we were no longer separated by the silence, with no way of saying "I love you".
As usual, when God is in control, the doctors are often wrong. Shannon began accomplishing skill levels they had told us would be impossible for many years. By the age of three she was communicating so well, that the doctors of Children's Hospital used her in a video for the training and encouragement of other parents with deaf children.
As she learned... we learned... our God is so very good, He only wants to bless us and love us. He uses all things, painful or not, to teach us and draw us closer to Him, truly... with God all things are possible (Matt 19:26). Today I am convinced that if you put Jesus Christ in the middle of ANY situation, you will find happiness and love beyond your wildest dreams.
I remain fascinated by one of my first lessons, learned through this child, the meaning of the word handicapped. I soon discovered how misinformed I had been, as I realized it is NOT Shannon who is handicapped, the world is. Those who do not love God have the real handicap, missing all the miracles God would love to pour out upon them. To them, this is "so sad, so tragic, and such a beautiful little girl", even their measurement of misfortune seems to be based upon how beautiful you are. My Christian friends (completely in opposition), go on and on about what a blessing she is, watching, as God works in her life... amazed at the depth of her prayers!
Oh yes, they often feel sorrow for the difficulty in communication, but never because she was unable to hear or speak, but rather because they had never taken the time to learn sign.
Time passed and as Shannon neared four years old I decided to teach her to pray, having learned most of the necessary "religious" signs from a special class. I called her over to my chair and as she stood next to me, her eyes... intent, ready and waiting... I suddenly realized that I didn't have a clue what to say!
Sure, I had prayed about this, I had prepared by learning all of the signs; Jesus, Heaven, God, Holy Spirit, etc... but how, exactly does one do a pantomime on the concept of God ??? How would I tell her who Jesus was, or the Holy Spirit, or where Heaven is!
And prayer... how would I explain to her that she could speak directly to God? How would I tell her who God is... the one who created her, or the Holy Spirit, who will come and help her, and live within her, but she'll never see him? What of this other new sign... for God's Son, "Jesus" who is also God, but became a man so he could die for US, that one day we could live with him... in Heaven. But Jesus is still alive, because God raised Him from the dead!
I was suddenly lost and overwhelmed as I starred into the big blue eyes patiently waiting to see what it was her grandma wanted to tell her. There was no "earthly" way I could teach her these things, I don't understand these concepts myself, I go on faith! Another hitch... faith, one more impossible matter to explain to a child who cannot hear me, provided I could get far enough to tell her about faith!
Sin... now I could illustrate that one! Being bad, not loving, hurting someone, etc., suddenly I had another lesson, one I already knew, but it had never been so crystal clear. Sin is completely of the world, easy to describe because she already knows sin.
The concepts I wanted to share are not of this world. I think it was at this moment that I prayed... it was that semi-conscience prayer of complete desperation... "Oh God, help me!".
God answered that prayer... He was standing there listening to my heart all the while, He wasn't the least bit surprised at my difficulty, He already knew it was coming, after all I'd been telling Him about it for months! Almost instantly He spoke to my heart and told me to share my bible (the old one), the one I carried when I was her age. From this point on I don't believe I stopped to give anything much thought, I just followed the Spirit's lead.
I led her into my bedroom... opening the drawer in my night-stand, I took out my tattered old bible and gently placed it into her hands. Her eyes got very large as she touched it and looked back to me for permission to proceed, I nodded my approval. She opened and touched it with such reverence and tenderness, it brought tears to my eyes. As she slowly turned the pages, she began stroking each page as though it were a new found kitten, and making little noises like singing .
Carefully, she examined the pages, as well as the little treasures that had been gathered throughout the years and stored there. No attempt was made at discussion as she continued turning pages, touching each one with even more tenderness then the one before. She continued until she came to a small old picture that caused her to a stop, she held it and looked at me in question. I told her it was Jesus, that He was God's Son and He had come here from Heaven to die for us so that one day we could go to Heaven and live with Him.
She smiled with delight and went back to her examination of the book. Amazed, (yet ever the doubter) my mind whirled... the mountain I faced seemed to have suddenly become a small pile of sand. Could it be this simple?
Having done this using all of the new signs I had learned... signs she had never seen before, I waited for the questions (not that I would have the answers). I waited for the classic "three year old" conversation, not overlooked by a deaf child, expecting questions like: "but why did He have to die?" "Where is He now?" "Where is His daddy?" and so on.... they never came.
Her eyes glowed with the delight; no questions, no pointing, no shrugging of shoulders... she simply understood as she stood there basking in God's love and hugging the small Bible.
"Would you like to pray now and talk to God?" I said, she smiled approval without questioning what prayer was. We knelt beside the bed and we prayed... "Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for loving me." "Thank you for my Mom and Daddy... and my dog." "Thank you Jesus, for saving my family." "I love you Jesus, please come and stay in my heart forever and ever." "In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."
She smiled at me... that special smile, and I knew, God was in complete control.
I know I was witness to Jesus, being the Good Shepherd, leaving the ninety and nine to go and help just one little lamb, who needed Him.
Occasionally I share this story... with friends who are feeling angry or frustrated as they try to share with a non-believer and feel their words are falling on deaf ears. They are... the worldly are deaf... they cannot hear us, nor can they understand God's ways.
When planting our seeds... too often they don't go in just the way WE had planned, so we try to pound them in (with love, of course). We generally follow this abuse with a full blown encore of over watering, to the point of near drowning. Small wonder we end up frustrated. How easily we forget... ONLY GOD can speak to a person's heart.
God used this child's to teach me, to teach me that he is the Almighty God who loves us so much all we have to do is ask.
This evening after church, I shared this story with a friend, as I spoke I was unconsciously holding my Bible open, touching the pages in the same manner as Shannon had done. My friend told me how it was his grandmother who had taught him and lead him in his early walk with Jesus Christ.
Just as he finished with, "I don't know why I just told you that story"....
I said to him, "It was THE WORD! She was touching God's Word! She was singing and petting the pages as though they were alive... BECAUSE THEY ARE!"
Excited, my friend responded, " YES... THE LIVING WORD !"
We just stood for a few moments touching our bibles, soaking up the glory of our Lord and Savior.... What power and love! Wow, what a night!
God continues to teach me through this little girl, things HE causes to come ALIVE and are burned into my heart, where they belong! Every time I watch her pray, God makes me acutely aware of who has the handicap!
I will never touch the pages of my bible the same... will you?
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