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When my mom became pregnant
my dad's family told him that the only
option was for her to have an abortion. But
my mom, clearly motivated by God's hand
in her life, decided she wanted to have the
baby. Shortly after I was born she decided to
move away from her so
called support systems
and took a train from
Bangor, Maine, to San
Diego, California.
My dad missed my
birth and was never around while I was growing up.
Because I didn't have a father, my mom tried
to compensate for that void. She did just about
everything she could to give me the life she wanted
me to have and thought I deserved. I grew up going
to Disney Land . . . I remember having great under�
the�tree Christmases . . . I think I got a Sega as a
present one year pretty much right when it came
out. Still, the absence of my father left a huge hole
in my heart, a hole I learned to fill with all sorts of
things that really didn't fit. I tried to fill this empty
feeling with work, with school, with nice things, with
money and eventually with pornography.
Around my senior year in high school I started
praying to a God I didn't know, asking Him to change
my life, to show me the way. I had come to the point
where I finally gave up trying to fill my life with things
because they never filled the emptiness.
Then one night while I was at a youth outreach
God touched me and filled me with a hunger and a
desire for Him. I ran down to the altar and gave my
life to Jesus.
I didn't return to church after the experience, but
my life certainly felt different.
Jesus was in my heart, but to be
completely honest, at first He felt
like a bad roommate, someone
who came in and began throwing
out many of the things that were filling me up inside.
It didn't feel so good anymore. He threw out the person
I thought I was--the person my mom raised me to be.
He threw out things my culture told me I needed to
have in my heart. He even threw out my girlfriend as
well as quite a few other friends.
God was starting to make drastic changes in my
life. Fast forward just a few years and this young man
who might never have been born is now about to be a
Salvation Army officer -- a member of the session of
cadets known as the Proclaimers of the Resurrection
of Jesus Christ. This sequence of events marks, in
my view, a true testimony to the awesome power of
our God to use a life that could have been destroyed
to give Him glory. My life verse, Galatians 2:20, says,
"I no longer live, but Christ lives in me." Every day I
live my life with the understanding that although my
worldly father may have given me up, my heavenly
Father has called me to give up my life daily so I can
live to glorify His name.
The War Cry | JULY 2013
Cadet
Testimonies
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Micheal Stack was ordained and commissioned
as an officer in The Salvation Army in the USA
Western Territory last month.
At first
Jesus
felt
like a bad roommate.
What Could
Fill the
Emptiness
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