Testimonies of God’s power

Attacked In Pattaya!

Sat, 8 Mar 2008 09:07:13 +0700

Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong. II Corinthians 12:10

Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you. Matthew 5:12

Arrested Again

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 16:42:54 +0700

July 28, 2007 I was arrested for preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the town of St. Cloud, Mn USA and was released from Stearns County Jail on July 30th. I had arrived in the United States a month and a half earlier, as the LORD had sent my family and I to preach the Word. St. Cloud was one of our high priority preaching spots, in which we preached about twice a week, as other brothers in the LORD had been doing months before my arrival to US! Most of our preaching was located on the corner of St. Germain and 5th Ave. There were many people in need of the Savior at this particular place, as it is just across the street from the most well known bars and clubs in town. Also just down the street was a masonic lodge. As I mentioned earlier there had been preachers there for several months, and during that time there had been quite a few confrontations. As always, when preaching there are confrontations and adversaries. For a great door and effectual is opened unto me, and there are many adversaries I Corinthians 16:9. However this was not the usual rejection of the Gospel from the people (as we see in Thailand) this was from the police. My dear readers, I hope that this letter will help you see and know (if you don't already) what state the US is in. For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; II Timothy 4:3.

This was a common occurrence we encountered while preaching the glorious Gospel of Jesus Christ in St. Cloud: the police would park their car in front of us with the lights on, walk up to us and tell us that we cannot continue preaching. When we would ask them what law prevented us to preach they would usually leave soon after. Then sometimes a police officer would come up to us and thank us for preaching, saying that it was much needed in that area. After seeing some of this obvious confusion on their side, Brother Brian contacted and met with the Chief of Police in St. Cloud; Chief Richard Wilson. The Chief was kind, and after Brian carefully explained what we would be doing he said that we have every right to preach the gospel and also warmly welcomed it. Praise the LORD! We just continued preaching as before. Now when the police would try to stop us, we would explain that we had permission from the Chief, they would leave, we would continue.

On Saturday the 28th there were more of us than usual as we went out again with great boldness lifting up our voices to make known the mystery of the Gospel. Again we went to the corner of St. Germain and 5th Ave. After praying, Brother Lance started the preaching. Within minutes we could see the police coming. There were about four or five patrol cars and plenty of officers. Without saying a word to us they immediately stopped Lance and began to cuff his hands behind his back. Upon seeing that they planned to stop the preaching by force, I approached one of the officers who seemed to be leading the assault, to inform him of our intentions. I started by opening the scriptures to Matthew 10:27 What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops. The officer responded by closing my bible and stating that we cannot preach. I told him that we will continue preaching not out of rebellion toward him but out of obedience toward God. I then showed him Acts 5:29 Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, We ought to obey God rather than men. He shook his head and said: "NO!, NO!, NO!, I do not have to listen to this" (II Timothy 4:4 And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables). I responded to him by saying: "I just want you to understand what I am doing when I step around you and continue preaching". And with that clarified, I stepped around the officer, and started preaching. There were people gathering now to see what was going on; many of which were the homeless that we had ministered to in the area. It was a wonderful opportunity to preach, but short lived I must add. The police took my bible and then pulled my hands behind my back as I continued preaching Jesus Christ to all who would hear. They quickly put me in one of their patrol cars, and I waited. I knew that the officer would come back and tell me that if I promised to stop preaching he would let me go home. I prayed to the LORD and asked what I should do. His answer was clear. The first verse that came to my mind was Colossians 1:23 If ye continue in the faith grounded and settled, and be not moved away from the hope of the gospel, which ye have heard, and which was preached to every creature which is under heaven; whereof I Paul am made a minister; Be not moved away from the hope of the gospel. I was greatly comforted knowing that God wanted me to continue preaching no matter what the consequences. The officer soon came back and told me,... that if I promised to stop preaching he would let me go home, but if I decided to preach I would have to go to jail. My answer was that it was not my desire to go home tonight, I came here to preach! I told him in all honesty that if I get out of the car I'm going to preach, if I stay in the car I'm going to preach all the way to the jail, I'll preach as long as I'm in jail, and as soon as I'm free I will come to this same place to preach as before. The Word which by the gospel is preached will not cease to go forth. Needless to say he was not happy with my decision. Angrily he slammed his door and looking at me in his rear view mirror said that I was irrational and foolish for not listening to him. So I preached unto him Christ all the way to the jail. By the time we arrived he could not look me in the eye anymore. He asked me: "Why didn't you listen to me? I didn't want to arrest you. There are other things I would rather be doing." I told him that there was nothing I would rather be doing, and that there is nowhere I would rather be going than to jail because that is where God wants me.

Once we were inside the jail they started booking me. I was told to stand against the wall as they frisked me and took everything I had. I informed the officers that I was arrested for preaching the gospel. Then I asked for the name and badge number of the arresting officer, so I could contact him when I got out. He had quickly left after dropping me off, however, the other officers gave me his information. Meanwhile, I heard someone preaching in the same elevator that I came up in. It was Lance, and it seemed he was having the same experiences as myself. He was using the Word of God and definitely winning the battle. Soon Lance was in the same room as me and we were both smiling as always. They started to frisk him and took me to get finger printed. I had to change into orange prison clothes, and then I was led to the cell I would be staying in.

The cellblock I was in consisted of one big day room and around the outer wall was lined with little two-person cells. I believe there were four cellblocks in the whole jail. Lock down at night was from 10:30pm - 8:00am and in the afternoon from 3:00pm - 5:00pm. Lock down meant we were locked in our cells, the rest of the time we were free to hang out in the day room or enjoy the activities of the day. I'm guessing there were 50 prisons in my cellblock. It was great! Like summer camp! And plenty of people to preach to that couldn't go anywhere. Praise the LORD!

When I was first put into the day room on the night I was arrested it was about 15 minutes until lock down. I had to stop at the guards' desk to get my bedding and sign some papers. Suddenly, this big Mexican guy yelled at me from behind. He knew I was new, and I guess he was trying to intimidate me. Little did he know, that is all a preacher needs when he is high on the LORD! I put my bedding in my cell and then walked straight to his table. He was surrounded by his Mexican bros. I offered my hand for him to shake and said: "I am a preacher of the gospel! As long as I am in here you are going to hear a lot about Jesus!" He smiled and shook my hand. Then a buzzer went off with an announcement "LOCK DOWN". I asked "The Mexican" if I could get a bible because mine had been taken. He pointed to this giant, ripped muscle guy in the corner. So I went over to him and asked for a bible. He said "Sure, no problem; I have two anyway". I got the bible from him, went back to my cell, and the door locked behind me.

There was one other guy in the cell with me. He was a big African American, and his name was Keith. I started sharing the scriptures with him right away, and he was joyously receiving it. After talking for quite a while, I finally said: "I am ready to get some sleep, but before I do I'm going to pray." I asked Keith if there was anything he needed prayer for. He said that he did and would greatly appreciate it if I would pray for him. He told me his prayer requests, and I climbed into the top bunk and began to pray. When I had finished praying, I laid down on my bunk. I heard Keith stirring below. Then I saw him stand up beside my bed. There were tears streaming down his face, and he said "Henry, I don't want to offend you, but I thank God that you were arrested tonight so I could meet you and hear what you have taught me." Praise the LORD!

The next day was Sunday. Soon after they had unlocked the cell doors, and we were allowed into the day room, they announced that whoever wanted to go to church had to sign up at the guard desk. Ever since I got in jail I had been praying that the LORD would open up opportunities to preach as much as possible. So I signed up to go to church believing this would be an opportunity. I also signed up "The Mexican" and when I told him to get ready because he's going to church, he told all of his Mexican bros. that they were going to church and signed them up too. We all went to church about 9:00 a.m. There were quite a few people attending, as prisoners from all four cellblocks went to the same church service. It was a Catholic service with two priests and about ten volunteers. Naturally I was excited to preach the gospel to them. During the service one guy next to me could tell that I was not familiar with this kind of pagan worship, so he was trying to help me out by telling me what I was supposed to do. One thing he told me was that when the priest came by me if I crossed my arms a certain way the priest would give me a special blessing. I told him that I was a born again child of God, so I could ask God directly through Jesus Christ and God would bless me. Soon the priest came by and said something in another tongue, and I didn't respond so he said: "Peace be unto you" I said: "Thank you". He said: "God bless you". I responded: "He does!". Their vain traditions of men did not go on much longer, and the main part of the service was finally over. The two priests left, and one of the volunteers announced that the prisoners could go, but they were going to have a bible study/prayer meeting with whoever wanted to stay. That was exciting! I quickly went to the exit and stopped all the prisoners leaving saying "You have to stay for the bible study. This is why you came to church today!" About half of them came back including "The Mexican" and there were the Catholic volunteers so it was a nice size group. One of the Catholics started by asking if there were any prayer requests. "The Mexican" was the first to raise his hand. He wanted prayer for his daughter who was only fourteen years old and had recently gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Before anyone could respond I seized the moment and said: "I'll pray for this request", and started praying. When I had finished one of the Catholics looked at me and said: "That was a beautiful prayer". I said: "Yes it is beautiful that we can pray to God the Almighty!". Then the same man asked: "Who are you?" I told them that I was a preacher from Bangkok Thailand. Then one asked: "Well, why are you in here?". I explained to them how I had been arrested for preaching the gospel on a nearby street. Another asked: "What were you preaching?" That was music to my ears! What was I preaching?...mm... lets see here... turn with me in your Bibles to...! Praise the Lord! I preached the glorious gospel of Jesus Christ unto them! They had many questions so we talked about Jesus, faith, baptism, righteousness,...etc. After annihilating the Catholic church and its beliefs with the Word of God, one of the Catholic volunteers said almost the same thing that Keith said: "I don't like to see you in jail, but I praise God that you were arrested so we could meet you". Praise God for this effectual door that was opened to preach the gospel to all the prisoners and also the Catholics that were present.

Back in our cell block I noticed the majority of the prisoners were crowded around one table after lunch. They had a whole trading system set up, and "The Mexican" happened to be the head of it all. They were trading cards for brownies, sugar packs for popcorn, etc. I heard "The Mexican" telling everyone who was crowded around him "Yeah, he was arrested for preaching..." Some of the prisoners were laughing in disbelief, as most of them had not been at the morning service. Then "The Mexican" turned to my direction and yelled "Hey Preacher! Come over here and tell them what you told us this morning!" Praise God for that Mexican! Now everybody in our cell block including the guards were listening as I walked over to the trading table and preached the gospel once again. The prisoners were hungry for the truth; and therefore the rest of the day everyone was split up into groups of three to five talking about the bible. Each group had questions and were constantly asking me to come to their table so they could ask what the bible said about it. It was a great day, and that evening "The Mexican" wanted to play a game with me. It was about 15 minutes before lock down when we noticed that all the prisoners in our cellblock were standing in a circle on one side of the day room. One of them yelled out "Hey Preacher! We need you for this". So we went over and joined them. They wanted to pray before we went into our cells. Praise the LORD! Here we were, about 50 prisoners holding hands in a circle, PRAYING, while the guards looked on in awe.

The next morning was Monday. I was scheduled to go to court at around 9:00 a.m. I was put in a cell next to the court house with all the other prisoners from all four cell blocks that were going to court that day as well. We were waiting in that cell for hours. We would be called out one by one to talk to the prosecuting attorney, then put back in; then called out to talk to a public defender, and put back in. And eventually called out to go before the judge. Earlier I had rejected the opportunity to have a public defender, as I believed my case would be simple. Everybody in the cell was complaining and cursing about their charges. So I stood up, and loudly enough to be heard by all, I asked if anyone would like prayer before going to the court room. Everyone was quiet after I said that, and one man named Key stood up and said that he would like prayer. After that, many others also requested for prayer on their various situations. Finally I was called to talk with the prosecuting attorney. He asked me what I was going to plead. I said that if it is a crime to preach the gospel in St. Cloud then I'm guilty. He looked at me and asked "What happened again?" I told him how I had permission from Chief Richard Wilson to preach, and how I had been arrested. I also told him that as soon as I got out of jail I would be preaching on the same corner in the same way. He told me that maybe I should plead not guilty and fight it in court. I did not have time for that, nor did I know if I was still going to be in Minnesota on whatever date they scheduled me for court. So I told him that I was going to plead guilty anyway. He told me that they could fine me for $1,000 and up to 90 days in jail. I said if that's what it costs to preach the gospel, it's worth it. He said "Well I can try to reduce your fine to $50, and since you already stayed in jail two nights, I will ask for credit for time served. Would that be okay?" I had already told him the $1,000 and 90 days in jail were okay, so of course I was fine with that. And after further discussion he said that he would try to drop the fine completely, but he said I would still have to pay for court fees, which would be around $180. Soon after, I was called in to go before the judge. It was exciting standing there before the judge in my orange prison suit and handcuffs. The judge asked "What is your plea?" I said "Guilty." And immediately the judge proceeded to sentencing me. The prosecuting attorney interrupted the judge stating that he had already talked with me about this and was only asking for credit for time served. The judge questioned: "No fine?" The attorney said: "No fines, just credit for time served." So the judge continued sentencing me to three days in jail and gave me credit for time served. But he also added something about me being on probation for one year. Again, the prosecuting attorney interrupted and said "No, I'm not even asking for that, just the three days." So the judge had it taken out of my sentence. Then he looked at me and said "Also, I will wave all court fees." Praise the LORD! The king' heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will. Proverbs 21:1

Henry Thompson

In Time of Need

Sun, 20 May 2007 16:30:24 +0700

Praise the LORD for his mercy endureth forever! I try not to write about money very often because God does much greater things for us than giving money. However this time I wanted to share how God helped us with you. For the last few weeks we have been very close to having no money at all. I was still preaching most nights, and many times I would use all the money we had that day to go. Then the next day God would miraculously give us enough for food and preaching again. I praised God many times for giving Amy the ability to make anything taste wonderful. We were overdue on our bills for electricity, water, condo and phone. The last two days our whole family has been sick, we think it was some food we ate. Just today we used our last 7 baht to buy water. I have to admit it was getting hard. I was starting to wonder when they would cut off our electricity and what I should do when they do. I asked God to help me with my unbelief. I knew He could help us again as He has always helped us in the past. Just a few minutes ago Amy was preparing some food and after this all we had for tomorrow was rice. While Amy was cooking she cut her thumb with a knife and she is holding a bandage on the wound to stop the bleeding as I type. I prayed to the LORD for help again and asked for him to have mercy upon us. Praise God! We can always talk to Him. He hears us and he makes promises in His Word! But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.(Matthew 6:33)

I decided to check my bank account before we ate. And there was one thousand dollars in it! I don't know what to say... except PRAISE the LORD!
I do not yet know were the money came from, and maybe I will never know. But one thing for sure is that God sent it!

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,(Ephesians 3:20)

Karma

Fri, 6 Oct 2006 15:54:24 +0700

We recently made a short trip back to U.S. It was a wonderful time of fellowship and street preaching. We were there from September 26th until October 10th. One of the testimonies I would like to share with you happened on Friday, October 6th.

My two brothers (Jack and Joe) and I (Henry Thompson) were planning to go street preaching again that night. It was difficult to get people to go that night, but Brian said he would go and we had a few other maybes. To be honest, it was a hard night for me to go. My voice was not very strong, as we had been preaching almost every night since we got to U.S., and I was still tired from the time change. By the time we confirmed that we were going, we were all ready running late. I usually dress up for preaching, but I still had my casual clothes on, and I didn't feel like changing. I mention this because what I was wearing really affected what would happen later that night.

As I was getting to the car I remembered a conversation that I had in Thailand with Darwin, a Philippino Brother. He opened his Bible to 2 Corinthians 5:20
Now then we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God did beseech you by us: we pray you in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.

Darwin told me that he always tries to dress good when he is representing Christ because of this verse. I couldn't agree with him more! So I went back in the house and put my suit on. Better to look like an ambassador and be a little late, than to arrive early and look like a bum.

So the four of us arrived at our preaching spot, and everything was going good except that my voice was not very strong. So, I started talking to a group of guys on the street. As I was sharing the gospel with them, a man came behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. He was wearing a camo t-shirt and jeans. And he held a video camera in his hand. He pulled out this card that said "Event Pass" on it. He said: "Hey this is a V.I.P. pass to get into Karma and it is for you. You have the right clothes and the right message. They will let you in". He told me that Karma was a place a few blocks away that was having a fashion show that night. He said that he could not get in because he was not dressed good enough, but that I could. With that he stepped back, turned the video camera on and started filming me. He asked me questions about who I was and what I was doing, and filmed it all as I preached the gospel into the camera. Then he turned the camera off, and explained to me again where Karma was. He told that I must go, they needed me there.

A little while later we found this place called Karma. It was an upper class place, and there was security everywhere all wearing tuxes. I walked up to the door, the security stopped me and asked me for ID. I started to get my wallet out, and one of them saw my Bible. He said: "Whoa, what is this"? I could see that he was not going to let me in. Then I looked down and noticed the pass that was clipped on my collar had fallen under the lapel of my suit. When I pulled it out the security looked surprised and said sorry. They didn't even look at my ID and showed me to the entrance. At the entrance a girl took my arm and led me to a roped-off section inside that was only for V.I.P. I told her that I wanted to walk around and so I began to check out the place. The music was overpowering. There was the main floor and then an upper deck that looked down to the cat walk below. Both were full of people. I got there at the perfect time to preach as the show had not yet started. But the music was too loud to witness to anyone and I was starting to wonder why the Lord had gotten me in here. I knew the only way I could be heard was if I could somehow get a microphone that was connected to the speakers. So I asked the Lord for help. The answer came quickly.

On the main floor I noticed a guy who looked to be head security watching me, so I moved to the upper deck. I was still wondering what I should do when I noticed Mr. head security following me again. I knew I would have to deal with him sooner or later, so when he came in closer behind me again I turned around, grabbed his hand, and said hello. He asked me if there was anything I needed. I said no, I'm fine, and he walked away. A few minutes later he came back with another security guard, this is when I found out who I was. He introduced me to the second security guard as the director of the show! He told him to make sure that I have everything I need and walked away again. So now I had personal security, and I started to play the part. He asked me if I expected to have a good turn out. I said: "Definitely, I expect it to be real good". He asked me when I planned to start the show. I told him that I expected to start real soon.

After finding out that I was the director of the show, I knew that God had provided a way for me to get a hold of the mics. I made my way to the stage where the D.J. had all the sound equipment. I waved for the girl that was helping the D.J., and when she came I told her that I had an announcement to make before the show began. She told me to come up on stage, gave me a mic, and the D.J. cut the music. Just like that! People were dancing, talking, drinking, etc., but when the music stopped everybody stopped with it. I said: "Is it on"? And I heard that question echo through the place in my voice. I told them that I had an announcement to make, and it might shock many of them because the announcement I have comes from the Word of God. And I began to preach. Praise the LORD! After I had finished preaching I told them that the reason I came up here to say this is because it is that important. There is only one way that we can be saved from the wrath of God. And that way is Jesus Christ. I gave the mic back to the D.J. and walked out. Some of the people clapped! Praise the LORD!

Who was the guy that gave me the V.I.P. pass?

Henry Thompson

First Arrest

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:42:01 +0700

On September 29, 2006 seven men went to preach the gospel on the corner of Hennepin Avenue and Lake Street, Minneapolis, Minnesota. These are the names of the men that were there: Robert Thompson, Jack Thompson, Joe Thompson, Tony Webb, Lance Dehn, Brian Barnier, and myself (Henry Thompson).

A few people preached and there was a great crowd. It was a perfect night to be out, then it was my turn to preach. Not long after I started preaching I noticed a police car pulled up from my left with its lights on. I didn't think much of it because we've dealt with the Minneapolis police while preaching before. A few of them were actually in favor of us preaching there. The police car stopped just to my right and two female officers got out. You could see by the expressions on their faces that they hated the preaching of the gospel. You could also see that they loved the power of their uniform. And instead of following the law, they used that power to execute their own law. I was preaching to a group of 20 or so people who were across the intersection. The two officers stepped right in front of me and commanded me to stop. However, the word of God says:
"Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort with all longsuffering and doctrine". (II Timothy 4:2

"But Peter and John answered and said unto them, Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye". (Acts 4:19)

When I did not obey their command their anger rose and took control of their actions. Their anger toward the preaching of the Word of God overpowered their common sense, the constitutional amendments, and their duty to uphold the law. The officers began to scream at me and when I continued to preach they put me in the police car. They did not read me any rights, or handcuff me, or even say that I was under arrest, they just put me in the squad car. Immediately after I was put in the car Brother Tony began preaching. One of the officers opened the door of the car and told me to slide over. Soon Brother Tony joined me. I want you all to know the the Word of God is 100% true when it says:
"Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake".(Matthew 5:11)

Both Tony and I were enjoying the whole thing, laughing and smiling and when the officers got in the car that shook them up even more. They yelled at us for smiling! We told them that we smile all the time because we are on our way to Heaven! One of the officers said that they would let us go if we stopped preaching. I asked: "Do we have the freedom to exercise our first amendment rights?" She said: "NO!". We confirmed to them very clearly that if we get out of this car we are going to get out preaching. One said: "Well O. K.,... oh and you are under arrest by-the-way". They did not tell us what we were arrested for. But praise the LORD we were arrested!

When we arrived at the Hennepin county jail they told us to get out of the car, they handcuffed us, and then brought us in. After searching us we went to sit in a room with about four other inmates. It was a wonderful time as we shared the gospel with them. They were all wondering why we were so happy. We told them it is because there is nowhere else we would rather be then in here telling you about Jesus Christ! One man had attempted suicide that night and the police had used a dog to hold him down. He was having a bad day, but we had him smiling in minutes. Praise the Lord!!! He told us that we were needed more by the people in jail than the free. We agreed, for God had put us there.

We were arrested friday 9-29-2006 about 11:00pm and released around 5:30am the following morning.

Henry Thompson

Peter

Wed, 5 Apr 2006 15:32:13 +0700

"Grace be to you, and peace, from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ." (Ephesians 1:2).
Praise the LORD! I have a powerful testimony to share with you from the streets of Bangkok.

By the grace and will of God, I have been preaching the gospel of Christ in Bangkok's red light areas that are full of bars, alcohol, and prostitution. The LORD has sent two other Brothers to labour with me which are Brother Henry Thompson (his website is www.hispower.org) and Brother Isaac. Brother Isaac is only 19 years old and is from Idaho while Brother Henry is 21 years old and is living here with his wife and newborn son by faith preaching the gospel of Christ. And last night, by the grace and will of God, we went forth to preach the gospel in the "Nana Plaza" which is one of Bangkok's most red light districts.

Plus, a Pentecostal missionary from India with his Indian counterpart stood with us to witness publick street preaching which was a first for them. We, also, had a chance to minister to this missionary about eternal security; for he was doubting his salvation and was a missionary! And of course, we had a very long talk about the word of God: the Authorized King James Holy Bible 1611. I am not a Pentecostal, but I do minister to them as I have been through Pentecostal churches. And there are some brethren in there who need the truth. In fact, most Christian churches in Thailand are Pentecostal; and I am not afraid to preach the Word in their churches. And eternal security is very important for them to hear. Many of them do not even know 1 John 5:13. How can a Christian have joy not knowing 1 John 5:13?

Anyway, as Brother Henry, Brother Isaac, and myself took turns preaching the gospel of Christ in the entrance to the "Nana Plaza", we had the same responses. There were those resisting the Holy Ghost cursing us and throwing things at us. Then, there were the ones who would laugh at us. And then, there were the ones who would stand and listen. But as we were finishing up, a man from a bar on the second floor, which overlooks the entrance to the "Nana Plaza", yelled down to me to come up and see him. I normally would not have done so, for it could be a set up; and especially, when the bar owners are blaming us for losing over 60% of their profits from last year. But I could see the seriousness in this man's eyes so I went up to see him while Brother Henry and Brother Isaac finished preaching.

This man's name is Peter, and he is in his 40's from England. When I walked up to see him, he gave me a big hug and kept repeating over and over that he believes. When I said, "Praise the LORD!", he starting praising God. Finally, he told me his story. That night (last night), he was at the end of his rope and went into the bathroom of this bar to blow his brains out with a loaded colt .45 pistol. He showed me the gun. I don't know much about guns, but I know that it was a real loaded gun. Well, when he put the gun to his head to pull the trigger, he said a prayer to God; and something stopped him. Do you know what it was? He heard the Word of God being preached. You see the bathroom of this bar is right above where we preach; and in this bathroom, it has a small window that is cracked open. At first, he did not know where it was coming from so he just sat there with his gun in his hand listening to the Word of God being preached. And he put his faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Glory to God! How important publick ministry really is! We have such a responsibility that we often forget until something like this happens. Praise the LORD!

Well, the first thing that Peter asked for was a Bible, so we will get a King James Holy Bible in his hand and in his heart. And we are believing that Peter will be joining us on the streets soon. For he lives here in Thailand. Glory to God!

God bless you, Brother. It is an honour to be in contact with you and in the service of the Lord. There is no higher calling than to be preaching Jesus Christ to the lost. Thanks for reading this testimony as it is special to me. Words on a page just doesn't justify this testimony. Amen.

In Christ,
Brother Tony

written by Tony Webb

Jewish Man

Sat, 1 Apr 2006 15:29:44 +0700

One night while preaching on Soi Nana a Jewish man came up to me and wanted to talk. He was sad about all the horrible things going on around us. I had just finished preaching and there was a man listening that was very angry with me. He was under conviction but would not give in to the Lord. So while I was talking with the Jew this angry man was yelling at me from inside an open bar.

The Jew was asking about us, why we were there, how long had we been in Thailand... etc. When all of the sudden that angry guy was in my face cursing and yelling. The Jew ran to the other side of a fence behind us for safety. The man was so angry that he wasn't making a lot of sense but he was basically trying to communicate that I was dumb, sick, believed in the wrong god, and he was smart. I was just smiling. I asked him: "are you happy, because I am!" I told him to look at who was smiling and who was yelling and cursing. He said: "I WISH I COULD PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!" I said: "well this is your lucky day sir, because you can!" He went crazy and kept saying he was going to punch me. I just kept saying "do it already! I am not scared to get hit, you are the one that has something to prove." Then he just walked away with his head down in shame. I was disappointed that the guy never hit me. It would have made this story better!

After all that the Jew came back wide eyed and watching his back. He wanted to know why I wasn't scared.

I showed him 1John 4:18
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

He wanted to know more, so I preached to Gospel of Christ to him. The angry guy was a blessing because it opened the eyes of this Jewish man. Praise the Lord. After hearing the Gospel he told me that he wanted to go to a place that wasn't so full of sin to think about all this. He thanked me and left.

Later after we had finished preaching we went to a coffee shop for some food and fellowship. As soon as we sat down the Jew walked in, came straight to our table and sat down with us. He was hungry for the truth. Now all three of us got to share the Gospel with him in detail using many Old Testament Scriptures that he was familiar with. It is a great honor to serve the Most High GOD!

Henry

Tom’s Testimony

Thu, 1 Apr 2004 15:20:24 +0700

On December 26, 2004, I received the most precious Christmas present I’ve ever had--God kindly gave me a new life. From a hot-tempered, selfish, vengeful, and narrow minded young man I was, the Lord turned me to a better person. For almost 8 months that I have been living a life as a Christian, I still recall that day very clearly.

Before telling you what happened to me on that day, let me introduce you a little bit of myself. My name is Tom. I am the only child of the family (since my younger brother died when I was 11). Perhaps, being the only child of the family, I was raised with a great care and was overprotected by my father, who loves me more than anything else in the world, I dare say. However, having been raised in such a perfect family doesn’t mean that I grew up as a good person. As a hot-tempered and vengeful young boy, I have never had a good relationship with my father.

Furthermore, when I grew up as a teenager, I never believed in anything. In other words, I was a man of no religion. As a Thai person, I should be considered as a Buddhist, because Thailand is known as a country of Buddhism. In fact, however, some Thai people take Buddhism for granted—they never behave themselves in accordance with the Buddhist teachings. I was one of those people. I was a Buddhist just by name. I even had prejudice against other religions like Christianity. Now, you can imagine that for such a person like me, converting to Christianity would be the last thing I’d ever think about.

Praise the Lord, however, that one day He finally softened my heart.

It all happened on the day of December 26, when I had a chance to visit a Christian church in Bangkok with my father. My father, who has been converted into Christianity 6 months before, came to visit me in Bangkok (my parent and I live separately as I came to study at a university in Bangkok), telling me that we were going to visit my cousin. At first I had no idea where we would meet my cousin because my father told me nothing much. When I found out that we had to meet the person at a Christian church, I got extremely upset, because a Christian church would be the last place! I wanted to go. And as I mentioned earlier that my father and I have never had a good relationship, this time our relationship went worse. I had a feeling that my father had fooled me to come to church. I must have talked something really bad to him that made him sad. For once in my life, I saw the tears in his eyes, and that made me realize that my words had hurt him a lot. Feeling guilty, I eventually decided to get into the church with him.

There, I had a chance to meet a young man, a friend of my cousin’s. He talked to me about Jesus which, at first, I thought it was the same old story which I have already sick of. But once he put his hand over my knee and prayed something for me, it was like his prayer shook my heart. I felt that he was very sincere eventhough we met for the first time. Then I noticed the picture of Jesus from not far away, and my eyes were blurred with tears which I myself did not know why. At that very moment I realized that I have always been a sinner, a bad kid of the family, a bad person of the world. Again, for once in my life that I apologized to my father for what I had said to him, and for every bad thing I had done to him in my whole life. And on my way back from church, I felt ! like I could not take it anymore. I could not hold the tears which I had hidden when I was in front of my father. I cried hard all the way.

That is how my story ends, my dear readers. Today, I still think of my experience on that day to remind me of the love of Jesus. I am also really thankful that God gave me the greatest Christmas present of all.

Tom