"Remember them which have rule over you, who have spoken unto you the word of God: whose faith follow, considering the end of their conversation." (Hebrews 13:7 KJV)
"Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to. Instead, he gave up his divine privileges; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When he appeared in human form, he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal's death on a cross." (Philippians 2:6-8 NLT)
Now, for those that don't know, my testimony has really nothing special to it; but it is something that I will never forget! All my life up to the day I was saved, I knew a little about Jesus, I believed in God, and I believed that the Bible was true; however, what I lacked was knowing who Jesus really was, is, and always will be!
Some of you know my testimony; so, pardon me if I must tell it again. I was raised primarily off and on studying which the J.W. faith. I say off and on, because my mom and stepdad would always get drunk and have monstruous fights; so much so, that the organization knew about it, and our whole family would be disfellowshipped. So, we would have to move to another location, over and over, getting into the Hall of another fellowship, acting as if we were faithful witnesses. That was the sixties and early seventies; I seriously doubt that would work in this present day, which has everyone's life on display.
After I was discharged from the Navy, for dealing drugs on my ship; I met my wife in March of 1979; we had a son in December of 1979. I did work from time to time, but I also dealt drugs; quit a lot, enough to have all the drugs we wanted or could handle. But towards the middle of 1980, we had a deal go bad, as I sold 5 pounds of weed too undercover police officers. As soon as they said, who gets the money, and I took the cash, at least six squad cars should up, and thing got a little crazy.
Long story short, it took about a year to get through the Court proceedings, and in May of 1981 I was sentenced to one year in the County Jail. I was given one month to get my affairs in order, and in the middle of June I turned myself over to the Los Angelos County jail.
I was sent to a place by Majic Moutain, where I did what I always did: Make money! I sold cigarettes, candy bars, and instant coffee; the coffee was my greatest deal, little tablespoon size bags for $5 each. You would be surprised how any inmates want a cup of coffee before going to bed at night.
Anywho, there was a real Church building on the compound; with a steeple and a bell; and there were services almost every day. But I was totally against organized religion; so much so, I remember praying one night about 50 yards away from that church; watching the men inside raising their hands and having worship. I started to cry, thinking that I was praying for them; but I found out later, I was praying for myself.
During a Sunday visiting, I was spotted handing a fist full of money to my wife. Most men were getting money from their wives; so me giving her money was giving some the wrong impression. Later that day I was jumped and all had left was ten dollars; which was actually in my little New Testament Bible that I held onto, until I couldn't any longer. After that encounter, I didn't do anything about it; however, someone told the main office about it, and I was called up, over the Load-Speaker, "Norrup, come to the office."
I ended up being sent to another facility, because they thought that the guys who jumped me might think I ratted on them; which I did not do. However, the place I was sent to did not have a church! My guard was down, and I didn't expect to be threatened by organized religion in that place, at all.
Yet, one Sunday morning, around the beginning of September, another Load Speaker came on, and the 90-year-old Chaplain was making a plea: "We have a great group down here in the cafeteria, and they have something very special to tell you men!" Well, that was probably my last call! I truly felt that I need to go; so I started walking down towards that cafeteria, which turned into a run.
When I entered the room, worship had already started, so I stayed in the back, and just tied to be present. When worship ended, this black man approached the podium, taking off his watch. He held up the watch for all of us to see, and began to speak: "You see this watch? This watch tells me that somewhere out there, is a watchmaker; and I am here today, to tell you, that you, me, and all that we see, has a Creator, and that our Creator is Jesus Christ!"
That was it! My world was turned upside down in a second! As soon as he said that I envisioned Jesus on the cross, and my heart was broken in half! I said to myself, "What! My Creator was hung on a cross, to die for my sins!" When he asked for those who might want to be saved to raise their hand, I lifted both hands up, as if I was doubly ready to be saved! From then on, my favorite verse in the Bible was John 1:1...
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." (John 1:1 KJV)