Testify!

I wanted to share the following.  Mainly because I really do not ever want to forget this.  I have never been more proud of my husband than when I read this.  He posted this on his facebook page.  I copied and pasted it here for others to read.  My husband is an amazing man the a contagious laugh.  I love nothing more than to hear him laugh.  This is his Testimony and I wanted to share it with all of you.

God Speaks To Us All
By Jason Mahone

God speaks to us all. The question is...will you take the time to listen?

It was around this time two years ago when God was speaking to me. He wasn't just sending subtle little hints either, he was using a bull horn and flashing lights. He was speaking to me thru Boo. Those of you that really know me know that all my life I've been an angry bitter person towards the world. It was to the point that nothing could go right, and nobody could do anything right. I hated the world and I even stopped believing in God. Questioning and doubting everything about Him. It didn't help matters much three years ago when Liz passed away . The night that she passed away I was only thirty minutes away picking up a bobcat I just purchased. If I hadn't have been so selfish and just wanting to get back home, I could have took the time to go by and stay the night and get rested up for the long drive the next morning, and just maybe she would still be with us today. The next night we were awakened by a Deputy Sheriff, and my wife was notified that she has just lost her sister, her best friend. Our world was rocked. My faith all but shut out of my life. I think Shell still had faith, but my questions and doubts was rubbing off on her and passing down to my kids. I started to see the young man, no wait, the punk Boo was turning into. I couldn't believe that my baby boy could have such an attitude and talk the way he was talking. Where did he get all that from? How could he get that way at such an early age? And then one morning after we had a confrontation, I was brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, and I saw the person he was becoming. I was terrified, and yet again angry, but this time I was angry at myself. What have I done? Why would a father let this happen to his son? It was then and there that I knew I had to change. So I went to him that evening and what did I do? I told him to pick a Church that he wanted to go to because he had to change his attitude. WHAT? REALLY? I didn't realize it until now that I was making him believe that all this was his fault. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! What I should of said was that I needed to change and that I needed his help.

That next Sunday we went to our First service at First United Methodist Church. Boo had some friends there and Shell and I knew a few people also. I really didn't know what to expect, but I did know that I didn't want to go to that second service, all they do is sing the whole service. The people at the church welcomed us with open arms. Treated us like a family from day one. We felt like we really belonged. We were going there for a few weeks when I could really start to feel the Preacher talking to me. You could just feel the passion in his sermons. A couple of weeks later we joined the Church and rekindled our fire with Christ. Not only did we get a powerful pastor in Keith, but we got a powerful Youth Minister for Boo. Mateo's love for Christ and the kids is unmatched by any other. We probably don't tell him enough how important he is in our lives. We could really see the positive impact Mateo and friends were having on Boo's life, and the babies loved going to Sunday School also. Shell and I would go to the first service, send the kids to Sunday School, and then we were off to get breakfast. Then again setting a great example for our kids. Right? Shell was interested in finding out more about being a Methodist, and Rev. Murray started a class on the History of it. That was our next step in being a part of the family. We really were starting to feel a sense of belonging at this point. We were starting new relationships with people that we knew but didn't really know, and we could see some signs of happiness in Boo. From then on we continued to get more involved. We are currently apart of two separate classes. Shell has her women's class and I'm attending a men's class. We are joined by friends that want to learn to be better Christians, Spouses and Parents. We are each telling our own stories only to find out that we are all very similar. I have some great guys that I can learn from and strive to be a better Christian. I'm proud to say that we are regularly attending the second service. You hear God using the praise team to talk to you. You have to hear it to believe it. Now some of you will call me a hypocrite and that's ok. That just means I have a lot of work to do to change your mind. Am I perfect? No! Do I want to be? Yes! Will I get there? Only time will tell! If you don't feel the passion of God speaking to you, do something about it. I invite you to First United Methodist Church. Come experience the Power and Glory of His name.

God is speaking to you,will you listen?