Testimonies

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Why are they afraid? I’m standing at the entrance to the Johannesburg City Hall and the possessing demons have not entered the building with me. I am confused and full of hatred. I think back to what has brought me to this point. One incident is clear in my memory. Four months earlier, I had phoned my father to challenge him to a fight. I was committed to kill him; I needed his death and his demonic powers to be transferred to me. My possessing demons had given me his number, and when he answered, I invoked every curse and incantation against him. When the tirade of hatred stopped, he politely asked if I was done, and then asked me to forgive him. He explained how he had changed… he had committed his life to the archenemy, Jesus Christ! This man, a Rosicrucianist at my birth, who had born me into the occult and later Satanism – had just told me he had given his life to Jesus! I remember not being able to say a word, utter a curse or insult, as he spoke. All I could do was hate him. The possessing demons within me were silent, unable to express anything against this absurdity! He told me how Jesus had changed him… and yet just months before, he had stood in the magistrates court and encouraged the judge to give me the beating of my life! That afternoon in the presence of a doctor, I received five lashes with a cane from a burly police officer because of my father’s recommendation. This man, who had beaten me senseless, destroyed me with words, indoctrinated me into everything he believed; who bragged about and used my possession… had switched allegiance. I would prove him wrong for changing sides. The second memory was of three days earlier, when Greg (now married to my sister), phoned and invited me to attend tonight’s meeting. It was in the City Hall and not a spirit-led church, so I could attend and fulfill my calling. I was sent to destroy a touted evangelist from Germany. For weeks, I had seen posters of the man, with crutches in the air, a woman beside him, dancing, and ‘healed’. I hated this Hans Kornstra, and tonight my purpose was to destroy his ministry and tear down the Trinity he served. I had spent weeks getting ready, seeking more possession, more power, and allegiance with my inhabiting demons. I was here to take away the microphone, to tell these people that their Jesus is dead; He does not exist! When they pray to Him, He does not answer! I am here to let these people know that Lucifer is lord and that they must follow him; he will give them their hearts desires, limitless wealth, recognition and acceptance. With these memories fuelling my determination, I turn to enter the City Hall once again. It is now time to destroy this thing they call God! As I go inside, I am powerless, I cannot move objects, I cannot invoke anything in the spirit, my mind cannot formulate any incantation, I am suddenly lonely and exposed. My demons cannot enter – I look out at them, and suddenly know that the Jesus these people serve is greater and more powerful than the Lucifer I am serving! Then…I meet God! I came to destroy anything and everything about God, Jesus, and the Spirit of God. Spiritually, I had been deceived to believe that I was at the zenith of my spiritual power, and here I am warring with the God of creation. In Satanism, it is all about power and authority, of which I now have none. I am being defeated – not by war – but by God’s love. I hurl hatred at Him, and He swamps me with His love! I have never encountered such raw power. I am the one being humbled. In a second, my life is turned from darkness and hatred into a presence of inexplicable strength and love. With a last glance at those outside, I walk into the hall and approach the stage – this time not to destroy the man on the stage. I need what he has! This German evangelist exudes a spiritual power I have never experienced. Lucifer is helpless here, silent in his defeat. My mind is clearer than it has been in years. I have no desire to lie, I have no need to impress, no objective to hurt and control these people. I am powerless, and revere the powerful presence of the Holy Spirit I have never experienced before. I walk up to the stage and tell them… “I want what you’ve got!” That night in April 1978, Jesus Christ became the Lord of my life! God opened the way for me to make right with my father before his death, and the privilege of leading my mother to Christ and praying for her baptism in the Holy Spirit. Although my mother was a devout Methodist, she had never made a heart commitment of accepting Jesus Christ as her Lord and Saviour. She was the only person who would come to the police stations and pay my bail, never accusing me, never judging me, always praying for my change. My mother was an example of her faith in God, never telling me to leave my occult practices, just praying unceasingly for my release. I spent many years under Pastor Mark Blatt, two years with Reinhard Bonnke, and Sue and I are the founding pastors of Reality Bible Ministries, in Botswana and South Africa. I am a published author and counsellor, and I love Jesus more than I love my wife Sue… and glory to God that she loves Jesus more than me. My wife and my son, Sven, are my best friends, making me the wealthiest person alive. My walk has not all been champagne and caviar – just the opposite, I was still having demons cast out of me up to five years after that night in ’78. I lost my first marriage after 13 years (as did my father and grandfather), and life has dealt me some harsh cards. I know what it means to have plenty and nothing, counting it all joy. Years ago I asked God to stop me from seeing into the spirit – I was tired of seeing the demonic… God came through, and now I only see them occasionally and when they are being cast out of someone. Lust tries to infect my mind daily and I still have to resist the urge to fly out of the car and hurt the person who cut me off, or flashed the finger at my wife. The demonic are relentless in their quest to deceive and influence me, and I constantly work on the renewing of my mind. My insecurities are still alive, but no longer in control. God has replaced the overpowering urge to hurt and destroy people, with His love. By nature, I am not a compassionate person, but through Jesus, I have learnt to love. God has taken the curses of my past and turned them all into blessings… and Lucifer has absolutely no holds in my life anymore. I have moved Jesus from my head, into my heart, and made Him Lord of my life. To those I hurt and affected by my past – please forgive me, I have no excuses and pray for you. The most joyous date of my year is Easter. Not because of the chocolate or the bunny, but because it brings to remembrance… what one unselfish man did for me. A mortal Man hung on the cross of wood. Obedient to His Father’s Covenant by sacrificing Himself, His love holding Him there. Jesus honoured His Father by giving up His life, trusting God to use His awesome power to reach into the depth of Hades and tear away His Son from the entrapment of death; giving life back to His Son. Jesus was my sacrifice – God was glorified! Jesus was obedient to death – God was obedient to life!

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