Vince

Foreword:Because this testimony is of a verydramatic nature I have felt it right to include a brief statement and dedicationto God.

I(Vincent McCann) do testify before God that this story is true. I also declarethat the many individuals included in this account can be called upon at anytime to bear witness of the truthfulness of this testimony. I have nothing tohide. Everything has been told as it happened. God is my judge.

Theonly detail which has been changed in the below story is the name of the girlwhom I knew, whom I am calling "Jane" in this account.

 

Testimonyof Vincent McCann

Inmy teenage years I felt desperately as though something was seriously lackingfrom my life. I often felt inadequate and longed to better myself somehow.Because of an interest in the unusual and bizarre I would frequently purchaseliterature dealing with unusual phenomena and paranormal subjects (UFOs, ghostsetc.). I noticed various advertisements in these magazines that offered books onall kinds of subjects. One advertisement in particular caught my eye. It was onself improvement. I ordered this book thinking, as the advertisement promised,that it would revolutionize my life. When the book came I was surprised by someof the techniques that it encouraged. The author strongly recommendedself-hypnosis and as a result I began practicing it secretly in my bedroom withthe aid of a cassette recorder and a lit candle. It wasn't long before I cravedmore of something a bit deeper. After noticing other advertisements in othermagazines I began to practice 'white' witchcraft and set up an alter in mybedroom. It seemed harmless enough at the time and there was a new sense ofexcitement and interest in my life with the added bonus of the possibility tochange things for the better.

Myinterest in dark and morbid things also began to grow at this time. I dressed inblack and got into the 'gothic' scene. At the peek of this period in my life Iwas dressing in black most of the time, wearing white face paint and blackeyeliner! Even though my hair is naturally a very dark brown I would always dyeit black because I wanted it to be jet black. I began to acquire quite aninteresting array of occult literature and set them up on a shelf in my bedroom,but I kept the more disturbing books hidden away because I knew that my parentswould become offended. I also set up shelves to fill them with anything unusual.I began to make my own clay models, many of which were extremely grotesque suchas twisted and tormented faces and creatures with horns. I felt compelled anddriven to create such things. I even acquired a goats skull and hung it from thewall. Of a weekend I would visit a night-club in Liverpool called 'Planet X'. This was apopular meeting place for people like myself. Interestingly, I noticed that alot of people there also had an interest in sinister things as well as aninterest in the occult.

Manyof the friends that I had known for years began to notice a change in me. Whenthey noticed how my room was developing, the books that I was reading and thethings that I was talking about, they became scared and I began to see less andless of them. I can remember on one occasion I was in my room with my brotherand a group of friends; we were reading the Tarot Cards. When the death card wasturned over, a glass shelf suddenly shattered with a bang. We realized laterthat it had cracked due to the heat of a candle beneath it, but because of itstiming, my friends became scared and took it as a bad sign. I suddenly foundmyself alone...a lot!

Iwas also unemployed at this time and so I already had a lot of spare time on myhands but I at least used to see my friends of an evening and at weekends.However, now I was alone of an evening and at weekends as well. I thought tomyself "right, I will engulf myself in gaining more knowledge about theoccult and obtain power." For a time I did get very involved in thisactivity and ordered even more books through the post. The books that I wasgetting were becoming darker and darker as this quest for power continued. Everynight, and at times in the day, I was practicing witchcraft in my bedroom,something my parents continued to be oblivious of. I think that they suspectedthat I was up to something because of my secrecy and the many unusual packagesthat came to the house. These packages consisted of occult paraphernalia orderedfrom occult suppliers.

Eventually,I was encouraged to be reintroduced to an old girlfriend. This happened when onenight, out of the blue, there was a knock at the door. Two ladies were there wholooked vaguely familiar. They explained that they were relatives of Jane, an oldgirlfriend of mine. They explained that they had come because Jane was in alocal mental health ward and had been asking for me. I thought that the onlydecent thing to do was to go and visit her, which I did a few days after. When Igot to the hospital Jane was very withdrawn and nervous. She was a small butpretty girl with very striking pixie like features and long jet black hair. She,like me, was drawn to the gothic style of dress and wore a lot of black. Fromone visit a week I began to go more and more. She seemed to benefit from myvisits and became less and less withdrawn. I felt as though I had a sort ofmission to get her back to health. However, I didn't notice at the time but shewas actually quite manipulative and demanding. One day the news arrived that shehad been discharged from the hospital because of her uncontrollable violentbehavior. She had smashed the ward up, something that she had apparently doneseveral times before and this was her last chance.

AfterJane's discharge from the hospital a new chapter in both our lives began. Shemoved back to her parents house and I began to spend even more time with her. Iwas seeing less and less of my family at this time and was with Jane virtuallyevery day. Eventually this led to me sleeping at her house regularly as well.For a young man to be spending so much time with a young woman may not soundthat unusual, that is of course if the couple were boyfriend and girlfriend. Butwe were not boyfriend and girlfriend. She simply wanted someone who would be afriend to her and take care of her. By this time I was beginning to get a bittired of being around her so much and missed my parents. I didn't want to endour friendship but simply see a bit less of one another. When I expressed thisto her she was upset and felt rejected. Eventually, as time went on, I began tofeel more and more trapped. Her behavior had changed as well. She became moreconfident and controlling to the point where she controlled everything that Idid. In addition to this strong controlling personality, she also encouraged myinterest in the occult and we performed spells together. It was as though, allof a sudden, to my surprise, she appeared to be an expert on the subject! Shealso made a special point of letting her parents know that I was interested inthe subject.

Igot on reasonably well with Jane's parents and they seemed to think that I wasgood for her. However, all this was suddenly about to change. Because theytrusted me they felt that they could leave me in charge of the house and lookafter Jane while they went away on holiday for a week. The night that they leftfor their holiday, Jane and I were in the kitchen. She had been acting veryunusual all day but I just put it down to her mental problems. But nothing couldhave prepared me for what happened next. All of a sudden she stood up and beganpacing up and down the kitchen doing what first appeared to be impersonations.

Thinkingit was just her way of having a joke I simply laughed it off. But she continuedthis behavior to the point where it was beyond a joke and I had stoppedlaughing. There was a point when she looked at me and I could clearly see that Iwas no longer talking to the same person. She spoke in a male voice and herwhole personality had radically changed. The voice professed to be that of aspirit who had indwelt her since early childhood.

Itthreatened me not to tell anyone about its existence and said that if I did soit would kill me, my mother, my father, and my brother. I was absolutelyterrified and my gut reaction was to run out of the house and back to my parentshome but I did not have any shoes on at the time. Because of the threats and nothaving any shoes on, I felt as though there was no alternative but to stay andtalk to this spirit. I eventually became more relaxed and adjusted to this new,but unusual, situation. We talked right through the night until the light creptthrough the curtains and I heard the birds singing outside. This spirit declaredthat the reason for Jane's mental problems was because of its presence, but itfurther revealed that its time had come to leave her now. Before leaving it saidthat I was never to abandon Jane because I had been "chosen" to lookafter her. With this, Jane lay on the settee, closed her eyes and sprang up fullof energy. She acted as though she had no recollection of the events of theprevious night. In contrast, I was exhausted, physically and mentally.

Thenext day Jane seemed fine. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until late on inthe afternoon. As we sat in the lounge of her parents house, all of a sudden shelooked at me, her face was different and a familiar voice came out of her. Isaid "I thought you had gone". "I lied" replied thevoice. As the week progressed, more and more spirits introduced themselves tome. Some were strange and mysterious, some were strong and intimidating, andsome were even humorous at times. Almost every personality type under the sunseemed to emerge.

However,up until the last day that we had the house to ourselves for the week none ofthese personalities had been violent. This changed only a few hours beforeJane's parents were due back from their holiday. In contrast to Jane'sreluctance to engage in any physical boyfriend girlfriend relationship, oneparticular personality that manifested itself from within her seemed intent onencouraging me to engage in perverse sexual acts with her.

Lookingback, I have to say that I wasn't the most sexually pure of people, but thethings that this spirit was urging me to do I just could not go throughwith. After refusing this spirit's persistent requests, I watched in sheerterror as a new personality emerged through Jane in such a way that it seeminglyrose up from deep within her, displacing the previous immoral spirit. I supposethat by this time, I had, to some degree, become somewhat accustomed to thevarious spirits that spoke through her. But nothing could have prepared me forthe sudden personality that manifested itself at this point. She jumped upscreaming at the top of her voice and white foam gushed out of her mouth. I hadnever known such a feeling of absolute terror in all my life. Having a 'vague'sort of belief in God, and being familiar with such films as 'The Exorcist' Ireached for a crucifix that lay on a nearby cupboard and held it up before herface (her parents were nominal Roman Catholics). To my dismay this attempt todefend myself had no effect whatsoever.

Afterattacking me, she ran around the house destroying it. The next stage of herbehavior took on a strange and eerie dimension. She began running into cupboardsand giggling in such a way that it was chilling. At this point I was at thepoint of feeling as though I was going to have a complete nervous breakdown. Icould hardly believe that such things were happening to me. As quickly as it hadcome, this aggressive spirit disappeared and a more relaxed personality tookover and advised me to clean up the house before her parents came back. Thisspirit predicted that her parents would return within the next few minutes. Wefrantically tried to clean the house but time beat us. As predicted, and to myamazement, Jane's parents arrived back within the next few minutes.

Aswould be expected they were furious. They had been good to me and I felt sosorry for them coming home from holiday to a house that was such a mess. On topof their anger I could see that they were deeply hurt and disappointed in me.They had trusted me and left me in charge of their house and their daughter. Ifelt as though I had betrayed them. As if the present situation wasn't badenough, Jane was implying to them that it was me who had led herastray! She also kept emphasizing to them my unhealthy interest in the occult.Amazingly, her parents eventually calmed down and let us stay with them,although my relationship with them was never the same. But there was nothing Icould say about what was really going on. The words of one of the spirits whohad spoken with me in the events of the previous week rang in my ears: "Don'teven bother telling anyone what is really going on, after all who wouldbelieve such a story?"

Despitebeing allowed to continue to stay at the house, we were certainly not welcome,which of course was perfectly understandable. We were both viewed with suspicionand Jane appeared to enjoy tormenting them with talk of "my evil occultpowers." Her parents kept telling me to go back to my own house, somethingthat, if only they knew, I wanted to do more than anything else in the world.Unwelcomed in her parents house, except, for being allowed to eat and sleepthere, we spent most of the following days wandering around a local town. Spiritafter spirit manifested itself to me as we wandered the streets.

Allkinds of mind games were played on me and I was constantly sent various tests.She had me believe that there were two groups of people in the town. One groupwere against us and the other group were in favor of us. Incredibly, Jane wouldapproach people in the town that I had never met before and they appeared toknow what she was doing. On one occasion she approached a man and he said to her"How is 'the work' going on Jane?" after which they both looked at melong and hard. She explained that he was "on our side." On anotheroccasion there was a man walking behind us and she said "That man isagainst us, he is our enemy." With these words she said "I will tryand get rid of him." She then lifted her arm discreetly in front of her andrevolved her finger in a circle. To my amazement the man stopped dead in histracks in the middle of the street, did an about turn, and walked in theopposite direction!

Manysupernatural things occurred during this period. On one occasion, while inconversation with a spirit in her bedroom, lots of flashing lights appeared bythe curtains. On another occasion we were standing outside her parents housewith Jane trying to negotiate with them to let us in (because we were onlyallowed in the house to sleep and eat and it was neither of these times on thisparticular occasion). The furthest we got however, was being allowed to stand bythe front gate to have a cup of tea and read the daily papers. As I usually didwhen I read a daily paper, I went straight to the horoscopes page and was amazedto discover that everything that was happening to me was relevant to myhoroscope reading for that day. I cannot remember the actual wording of what itsaid, but it was along the lines of having to submit to someone powerful and notbeing able to resist their control and influence.

Ina similar way Jane's horoscope was also relevant to what was happening and spokeof dominating and being in full control of every situation and having the powerto subdue whoever she wanted. Although these words in the newspaper werestartlingly accurate, I realized for the first time that horoscopes wereconnected with dark spiritual forces of evil. One night while we were waiting tobe allowed into the house to sleep we were standing by some trees at the bottomof her street. She looked up into a tree and in a terrified voice, said thatthere was something in it that wanted to hurt us. We both began to run and as wedid I heard a blood curdling noise like nothing I have ever heard before. Nowords could ever adequately describe what I heard but it was coming loud andclear from the tree that she had been looking up into. I could see clearlyenough into the tree to observe that no person was hiding up there making thenoise. There was just nobody there although the noise was so clear. As we ran Icaught a glimpse of her looking gleefully on at the expression of terror that Iknew must have been all over my face. Looking back, I can see that all of thesethings, the supernatural acts, the tests that she set, and the things that shesaid were all designed to break me down mentally.

Despitethe longsuffering of Jane's parents, things just became too much for them.Eventually we were forced to leave and found a bedsit at a seaside resort in aplace called New Brighton. Both the bedsit and the area thatwe moved into was very undesirable. Drug addicts were everywhere. Some of thepeople in the bedsit did seem o.k. though but whenever they tried to befriend usin anyway, Jane would be abrupt and keep them at arms length. It was in thisbedsit that the most violent attacks were inflicted upon me. I was beaten in theface and the various spirits that spoke out of her never seemed to stoptormenting me. Even throughout the night these spirits continued theirrelentless assault against me and I spent many nights without any sleep. I wasreduced to a shuffling zombie and went down to about seven and a half stone inweight. In contrast, while I deteriorated, Jane seemed to bloom and becamestronger and stronger. Sometimes, when I have told people these things, theyhave said things like "But you are a man aren't you? Why didn't you justpush her off you, or hit her back?" But people who say such things do notunderstand, and have never experienced the power of mind control exercised overthem.

Occasionally,throughout our time at New Brighton, Jane did allow me to visit myparents on a couple of instances. Looking back, she probably only allowed thisbecause we were running low of cash at this time and she knew that my motherwould most likely give us some money. Each time before we went however, shewould be sure to brief me on what I was to tell them. She concocted a story forme to tell my parents to explain why I had bruises on my face. I was to tellthem that I had been beaten up by a gang of skinheads. My mother appeared to buythe story but I sensed that my father was suspicious.

Thefirst time that she allowed me back to see my parents they were shocked at mycondition. I unfolded my carefully rehearsed story to them listened to closelyby Jane who sat nearby. For the first time in months I broke down in tears on mymothers shoulder. Unknown to me at the time, my dad had caught a glimpse ofJane's face looking on at the scene. He said that he noticed her, for a splitsecond, as she watched my mother and I crying, smiling in a way that expressed asinister satisfaction. When we left my father said that he searched my room andfound an alladins cave of occult books and other related items.

Ihad many occult related books and many of the more acceptable ones were nothidden but on display. However, my father, in his search of my room, hadunearthed some of the more sinister ones. As a result of his discoveries, andhis suspicions of Jane, he went to a local Anglican minister and unfolded whathe knew. The minister told him that he and the Church would be praying for meand that if he could help further, he was available. My father was also praying.Although he is not a Christian, he felt that praying to God was the only thinghe could do.

Alsoat this time, in contrast to my own situation, my brother, Kevin, had become aborn-again Christian. He had gone to a local drug dealer's house one night tobuy some cannabis. While he was there the dealer's brother, who was a Christian,came into the room. He told Kev not to be involved with drugs and preached theGospel message to him. Incredibly, my brother immediately accepted what wasbeing said, turned from his sin and placed his faith in Christ. Like my father,Kevin did not understand what was going on in my life but knew that I was introuble. As a result of his concerns he and a group of other Christians fromanother local Pentecostal Church were also praying for me. God hadcome in on the scene.

Itwas during the next visit to my parents house that these many prayers wereanswered. We were not originally going to my parents house but instead had justcome from Jane's parents house and were on the way to a night club in Liverpool. When we approached the trainstation where my parents house was nearby, somehow, I managed to muster up theenergy and the courage to ask to see my parents again before we went to thenight-club. To my amazement she agreed (albeit somewhat reluctantly).

Afterthe usual threats of not telling them what was really going on we arrived. Janewas upstairs in my bedroom and I was discretely called into the kitchen by myfather. He asked me again what was going on, to which I replied with the usualprepared lines that Jane had forced me to repeat. He said that he didn't believeme and suddenly dumped a pile of occult books down on a chair and said"explain them!" I was speechless. He then further surprised me bysaying "I know who is behind this - its the Devil isn't' it? He is the onethat is wrecking your life and that girl is in league with her." I was soshocked at his words.

Notonly was this the first time that anyone had made such a connection, but to hearit from my father, a man who never spoke about such things was a total surprise.The shock of his words caused me to break down and the most I could say was"Dad you don't know what you are getting yourself into." He explainedthat he had been in touch with the local minister and that he and his team werewilling to help me. He told me to go upstairs and keep her occupied while hephoned the minister up and got him and his team to come to the house. He thenquickly left the house to use a phone in a nearby shop and I walked up thestairs with my heart pounding like a drum convinced that Jane would know thatsomething had happened. To my astonishment, she was oblivious to theconversation that I had just had and the events that were transpiring as aresult.

WhenI entered my bedroom she was dancing in front a full length mirror to a recordby a gothic rock group. I was filled with fear and worry as I wondered whatwould result in the next few minutes. Eventually I looked out of the window andsaw my father coming through the gate with a group of men and one lady. I said"Jane my dad is coming up with some people!" Immediately, she was onthe alert. But no sooner had I said these words, they had entered the room ledby my father who shouted, pointing at Jane, "that's her, that's the Devilwoman!" One of the people said to me "You go into the other room andyou (pointing to Jane) stay here."

Ithen went into my brothers room with my father and mother and left Jane with thegroup of people from the Church. I was still very, very afraid at this point. Ifelt as though God was no match for Jane's powers. Any time that I had broughtthe subject of God up during my time with her, she had either changed thesubject or made God look as though He was weak and powerless. I sat down on mybrother's bed with my mother and father on either side of me and prayed the onlyprayer I knew, the Lord's prayer, or what I knew of it from schooldays. Eventhough the words of my prayer were all muddled up, I was looking up through thewindow into the sky and praying with every fiber of my soul 'God help me!'

Itwas then that an incredible thing happened. It was early evening at this timeand the sky outside was clouded and dark but as I prayed the dark clouds partedand the sunlight broke through. A perfect ray of sun light came down and filledthe room with light. My dad said "Look He's heard you!" For the firsttime since all the terrible events of the past, hope was born in me. I knew thatGod had heard me and was involved in my situation. The three of us wept for joyand God's presence filled the room. In contrast to what was happening in theroom that I was in, I could hear the voices of the spirits who had tormented mefor so long themselves being tormented. The screams and the shouting were earpiercing. Eventually, I entered the room where Jane was. Jane was surrounded bythe people from the Church who were praying over her. Tears were streaming downher face and she looked at me saying "VinceI can see faces in torment, burning."

Itwas eventually decided that Jane was to be taken back to her parents home.However, she did not go easily. She kept going on about some sort of"salvation" and screamed at the people from the Church "You don'tunderstand what you are doing! You are wrecking everything!" While she wassaying this, my father had gone to his tool box to get his chisel. He met us allat the top of the stairs, his face was red and he shouted, looking at Jane"I am going to drive this chisel into your heart!" The people from theChurch tried to stop him but in his rage he threatened to hit them! It was onlybecause I pleaded with him to stop that I was able to change his mind. I amconvinced to this day that he would have murdered her if I hadn't have stoppedhim. I think the events of the past few weeks had overwhelmed him and out of hisanger toward Jane, and his love for me as his son, he just snapped. EventuallyJane was escorted from the house. She left me very reluctantly, kicking andscreaming all over the street as she was dragged towards the minister's car. Shepleaded with me to stay with her and said every manipulative thing that shecould think of to make me stay with her. The commotion was so bad that perplexedneighbors emerged from their houses were wondering what the noise was and somevery puzzled police arrived to hear mutterings of demon possession andinvolvement in the occult. They were visibly shocked.

WhenJane finally went I felt relieved but was still frightened. I had undergoneweeks of mental conditioning that told me that harm would come to me and myfamily if I ever revealed what was truly happening. That night I slept on thesofa in the front livingroom with my father watching over me. The next day wasSunday and my brother Kevin was going to the Pentecostal Church that he had been attending, TheWirral Christian Centre. The next day came and I couldn't get to the Churchquick enough. The Wirral Christian Centre is a thriving Church, which at thetime I first entered its doors, had a congregation of about four hundred.

AsI walked into the Church the first song that I heard was one called 'Thank youLord for the Victory' which is a song all about the victory of Jesus Christ overSatan and all the powers of darkness. Part of that song is as follows: "There'snot a fetter that you cannot break Lord, there's not a demon that can stand inyour way Lord, there's not a principality, power nor authority, that is notunder the feet of our God." It was as if someone knew that I was comingand written that song especially for me.

AlthoughI had always believed in God, I was confused about what it meant to be aChristian. Even though I had been involved in the occult I always felt, likemany people today, that I was generally a 'good person.' I had never murderedanyone, or beaten up old women, or committed armed robbery. I therefore feltthat I was in with a good chance with God. Whenever I did something which was'good' I felt as though God must have been looking down on me and awarding mepoints which would somehow outweigh the bad things that I did, and that I wouldeventually get to heaven when I died.

However,after the service finished one of the leaders in the church at the time took measide and explained how each one of us were sinners by nature and that our sinseparated us from God. Jesus Christ came as the only perfect man to reconcilefallen humanity back to their relationship with God through His sacrifice on thecross so that when people turn from their sin and put their faith in Him, theybegin a new life and can have a certainty of eternal life (1 John 5:13). As Ispoke with this dear friend the realization dawned upon me that I was indeed asinner. I knew that I had done terrible things in the past and that my mind wasfull of sinful thoughts.

Irepeated a simple prayer of faith and repentance to the Lord Jesus Christrepenting of my sin and asking Him to be the Lord of my life. I was urged topray this prayer with all my heart and I did so with every fiber of my being.Nobody told me to expect anything through such a prayer and I was not at allprepared for what happened next. I opened my eyes and said "I feel asthough I have found what I have been looking for all my life!" Irealized that all of the things that I had been involved in, such as the occult,the music I listened to etc., had been a search in all the wrong places thatnearly led me to utter ruin. I experienced such a sensation of love and peacethat I could never adequately put it into words. All I can say is that I feltlove. There was no doubt about it. It was love in its most pure form. I knew Iwas saved.

Thingsseemed to go well for a while and I slowly began to readjust to my new life.Jane still tried to keep in contact with me and sent letters, none of which Ireplied to. Each letter was full of manipulative language and attempted to putme back under her control again. Eventually my new spiritual life seemed to gohorribly wrong. I suddenly began to see horrific visions, heard tormentingvoices, and felt troubled in side. I felt as though I was finally going mad orthat I had somehow done something against God and was being punished by Him.Nobody in the Church seemed to really understand me and I felt alone. Manysupernatural things occurred during this period, too numerous to go into here.

Myfirst release from this bondage occurred months later. I was standing at thefront of the Church being prayed for for a headache, when suddenly I fell on thefloor (much to the surprise of the man praying for me), and began shouting inanother voice. People in the congregation who had witnessed the event later saidthat I had slithered across the floor like a snake. At this time, the Church hada congregation of about 450-500. Some of these people are still at the Church tothis day and clearly remember the incident. The Pastor, the Rev. Paul Epton,came over to me and began rebuking the spirit in the name of Jesus Christ.Inside myself, I could feel two personalities at work, my own and that of thespirit that had its grip on me and was presumably responsible for making my newlife as a Christian so difficult. This spirit was mocking the Pastor andlaughing at him at the top of its voice. Somehow, I could feel its arrogance andmockery. When the Pastor kept mentioning the name of Jesus I could feel itsannoyance. The laughter stopped and it became extremely angry. I can rememberfeeling the emotion of utter fury at what this man was saying.

Iunderstand that some Christians believe that it is impossible for a Christian tohave a demon but there was no doubt in my mind that I had given my life over toChrist and from that point on had become a true born-again believer. Whether thedemons were in me or not is a matter of theological debate, all I know is thatthey were there and had been making my life unbearable. While at the front ofthe Church I eventually felt a release and I seemed to be myself again. However,similar things happened again over a period of a couple of years. But each timeI went through some deliverance I felt more and more free.

Asthe years have gone on I have felt that God has continued to heal me and helpme, although not as dramatically as what has just been described. Over the yearsI have felt God heal me gradually and I have felt Him changing me. I eventuallygot married to Donna whom I met at the Wirral Christian Centre. We have twoboys, Nathaniel (age 7) and Edward (age 6). After completing a degree at Regents Theological College in Nantwich, Cheshire I went back to the Wirral ChristianCentre where I served as Assistant Pastor for a short time. At present, I am anArea Director for a Christian charity called Reachout Trust, an organizationwhich deals with helping those who are tangled up in the deception of the occultand cults. I think that because I was caught up in such terrible deception Ihave a special empathy with those who are also deceived. I long to see people insuch groups come into a true and living relationship with Jesus Christ.

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