Truth about RCC

This is my testimony

I was brought up in a Catholic environment...There were six of us in my family mom, dad, 2 brothers and 1 sister and me... My older sister and brother went to public school, while my younger brother and I went to Catholic School..... I often asked my parents why they had sent us there, and my mother replied that is was close to our home and plus we could wear uniforms and we didn't have to worry about always buying new clothes..... I attended Catholic School for 8-1/2 years.... we tried to make 9am Sunday mass, like the nuns instructed, but sometimes we would miss and the nuns would yell at us for not attending....on the next schoolday and embarrass us before other students.... As far as I was concerned some of the nuns were nice, but there were others that liked to hit the children... I got hit on the back of my head one time, because I laughed at something one of the students said... I didn't even know it was coming, it was a shock... They would also use their pointers to hit children too....it was scarey and sad....We didn't learn much, of why Jesus died on the cross....I never really knew.... I begged my parents to take me out of that school, because I was getting very nervous being there and I couldn't eat or sleep or even keep up with the Lessons...

Finally, my dad came to the school and took my brother and myself out... That day was a glorious day for me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven...the public school was wonderful...my grades got better and it felt good to be in a school, where there were so many nice teachers and kids.... I was able to go out and buy normal clothes too.... After finishing high school, I wanted to be a nurse, but that didn't work out for me.... I didn't feel I was ready.... So, I worked at various jobs.....mostly accounting and receptionist jobs..... one factory job for quite a while....and then I got a break and got a job at the Town Hall, as one of the tax collectors...I worked there for nearly 6 years, when I met my husband to be, his name was John and he was a Police Officer.... We knew that we loved each other very much, so we decided to get married....his family and my family were thrilled.... and so were we....

We married on May 18, 1975..... we continued working at our jobs and then 2-1/2 years later I became pregnant, I worked til the very last minute at the Town Hall.... and then took my three weeks vacation.... that I had coming to me...and then on August 25, 1978 our son John was born... My husband wanted me to stay home and raise our child.... I liked being a mom and wife very much.... In December of 1978, my sister who was a Born-Again Christian came over to visit and at that time she told me about Salvation in Jesus Christ... I listened to what she had to say, and said the sinners prayer with her.... But, even though I accepted Jesus on that day, I still didn't understand the importance of it... So, I went on living the way I had been living, I never read the bible.... and didn't go to church.... so, of course that didn't help me at all.... In the meantime, we had moved to another state....and after 7 years I became pregnant again with my second son....Nick...born February 16, 1986. Now we had two beautiful boys, and it felt that our family was complete....however I did want more children....

Well, my husband started to look very ill, I kept saying John please go to the doctor.....he couldn't swallow his food and had nearly no appetite at all, he was getting very thin... Finally he went to the doctor, and had an MRI done.... the results took a very long time to come through..... Because, my husband wasn't able to work, we fell behind on our house payments.... and the mortgage company was putting much pressure on us....We had asked two family members if we could borrow 3,000 and they refused... said, how do we know we will get paid back..... Well, the last resort was to sell our beautiful home that we worked so hard for.... We put the For Sale Sign up and it was sold within a week...... In the meantime, I finally got John to go to the Emergency room with me, they took one look at him, and said that he was very ill and would have to be admitted..... A few days later I got the notification of selling the house.... and a few days after that I got John's diagnose......he was dying and had a very short time to live....

I cried so much and so did John.....our sons were 13 and 5 years old at the time....the doctor said 6 months and the then 3 months.... In the meantime I had to go to the bank and get the house settled ....we lost everything..... I didn't make any profit out of this house....and even had to pay 500.00 out of my own pocket.... Now, with the house sold, I had to deal with John's terminal illness...... 5-1/2 weeks after the doctor told us he was going to die........he passed.....I can tell you that it was the most horrible time of my life.....and the children were devastated.....John new more he was older, but Nick didn't really understand what was happening and why his dad went away.... I went back to my hometown, and got an apartment there....I was very very angry, because later I had found out that if we hadn't sold the house, it would have been paid for in full by my husband's insurance..... The lawyer tried to reverse it but he couldn't.....

Well, I knew I had to raise these boys the best I could, so I worked long hours to make money to buy groceries and clothes the children needed for school.... sometimes I worked so many hours, I hardly got to see my children....I hated it...because my children needed me more now then ever.... I was so angry and disappointed in the way my life turned out, John and I had so many dreams, that would never be fulfilled.....I would go to bed crying and longing to see John again, but I knew I would never see him again..... I started going out with some of my friends to clubs, I would have a few drinks and come home feeling awful...I would wake up with thoughts of suicide on my mind, the liquor was not agreeing with me, it was making me depressed, one day I did try to end it all, with pills....but my oldest son was there, and pulled the pills out of my mouth...... It got so bad, the drinking that I would come home from work....take a shower sit at the kitchen table and try to drink a whole jug of wine.... But one day, I was in my living room and I was watching John Hagee, and he talked about how much Our Lord Loves us and how HE wants us to live in HIS Kingdom....How HE died for our sins.... and that Salvation is a free gift to anyone who receives it....

I started to cry and said, LORD, LORD....please help me, I don't want to go to hell.....I want to be with you LORD, please help me....at that moment my fears left me, I re-invited Jesus Christ into my heart....I started to read the Bible, watched more of Christian Television.... and told my children about Salvation in Jesus Christ....and they also said the sinners prayer with me...... My parents were saved, and my two sons......a few of my friends were also saved...... I loved going to church....and learned more and more about the Bible.... I am so thankful today for my life here on this earth..... I am thankful that Jesus was always there to help me, even when I wasn't praying to him....and drinking trying to make myself sick.....and hopefully end my life, Jesus Christ never gave up on me..... I am now married to a wonderful Christian man who loves Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ very much.. He is a wonderful husband and father to our youngest son Nick.... . I knew the LORD put us together.... and I am thankful to HIM...My son John now married, to a wonderful girl named Katy have given me a grandson named Domenic, he is a year old and a great joy to all of us.... Thank you LORD for this gift...... I pray in some way this testimony will help some people living in this world today, with the same kind of problems....... There is hope and that's in Jesus Christ, Our Lord and Savior......

Love in Yeshua,

Marianne