This testimony was anonymously submitted.  -Ed.

An Open Letter

This is a testimony that I didn’t want to write.  There are many reasons why.  First, I don’t want it to appear to others that I want attention.  I don’t need attention; I have Jesus in my life.  Secondly, I don’t want to brag, boast or compare myself to others who went through worst than me; I want to give Jesus to others, not myself or my story solely per se.   I don’t want to give an impression that this testimony points toward me.   I want to point to Jesus Christ, the true hero in our lives.  Thirdly, I didn’t wanted to write this testimony due to its sensitive nature.

But the reason why I am writing this testimony right now anyway is because God is allowing me to.  After over four years of secrecy, I decided that it’s time to write this.

As many of you know, the shooting at Columbine has been over two years now.  That tragic day on April 20^th, 1999 would always be a date I will always remember.

Whenever one of those Columbine copycats occurs, I am always moved emotionally to think about the victims and the shooters.  Why am I so mean to think about the shooters?!

Now, while I don’t agree that shooting up people are right or what these people performed is correct or Biblical, I do feel heavy hearted for them.  At one time, I could have been one of them.

When I wrote that sentence above, I know many people would laugh, just like everyone else did to all those other school-shooters.  But that was how I was like in the past, not anymore today, since Christ is in my life.  And before any of you reading this panic and report it to some authority, let it be clearly understood that Christ has really emptied that evil possibility in my life.  I’m here today only because of the mercy of God, who transformed my life.  I testify the abundant and amazing grace that comes from Jesus Christ.

It was in my eighth grade year that a strong depression hit me.  Even looking back at it now, I must admit that I have never been through anything like it.  I was a walking “dead”.  I had no energy at all to do anything.  I was nicknamed by those that made of me as “Nortradamus”, after the Disney movie, “The Hunchback of Nortradamus” .  That was because I couldn’t walk with a straight back, having no confidence or self-dignity within me at all.

I don’t how that depression started.  Somehow it did.  I was picked on a lot in school and made fun of.  I know that many people might criticize me here and say that I’m just being a cry-baby, whining about something in the past.  Again, I don’t need to grab your attention to feel sorry for me.  I have Jesus.

But basically, I just want those reading this to know two things.  First, the glory is God that He saved me.  Secondly, I want to share the hope to those who are going through the same thing or even a more dangerous state that I was once in.  Again, I’m not here to brag about who’s tougher or went into a more evil state.  I’m here to point to Jesus if you want to get out of it.

Out of the darkness,

Anonymous SAVED believer