Part 1 Tommy Richards Testimony
Praise the LORD!
I sought the Lord from a very early age after I claimed to have a
vision of Christ when I was three. I used to draw pictures of Christ on the
cross and talk about Him from that point on til one day my Aunt
suggested to my mother that I go to the Catholic church down the
street. I with zeal there did everything I thought was right in the eyes of
the Lord, at least one time getting a certificate for perfect
attendance, etc until I was confirmed a Roman Catholic at the age of about 13 yrs
I remember at around that time feeling very proud, and I stood in my
room and said out loud, "There's no such thing as the devil, there's
Well I was proven wrong shortly after in a very supernatural way.
I went on a bicycle tour that summer in massachusettes. In getting to
know every one on the way there (there were about 13 of us), this young
girl said to someone as I was standing right there, "Me and all my
friends are devil worshippers, we give each other the sign of the devil
and...." I boldly interupted, "The devils nothing, God is all powerful and
created all things, and He's great." From that moment on I was repulsed
by her, but she began to have a crush on me. Her name was Marcy.
One night we were all on the shore of Martha's Vineyard and one of
the boys said to me, "Hey Tom, why don't you go talk to Marcy?" I said,
"No way!", he asked why, I told him what she had said about worshipping
the devil and how I loved God, He tried persuading me and the more he
did the more vehemenant I became. I was standing with my back to the
water looking right at the boy when all of a sudden chills starting at my
feet began to climb up my legs until every hair on my body stood on end
and I fell into a trance, with my eyes wide open I saw the water behind
me even though I was faced in the opposite direction and I saw a man
standing in a gondola, he was dressed in a long robe with his hood over
hi head and he had a long stick in his hand and he was using it to push
his way through the shallow water.
What snapped me out of this vision was a very loud, high pitched
scream coming from down the beach. I turned toward the scream
bewildered, every one around me dashed toward the scream, as I walked seemingly
in slow motion toward where the scream had come from wondering in
myself what had just happened to me.
When I got to where everybody was gathered together I looked
down, in a fetal position and shaking like a leaf, wimpering and sobbing
was Marcy, the devil worshipping girl. Every body was asking excitedly,
"What happened, what happened?!?" She pointed towards the water and
exclaimed, "Satan came to me!" Every body laughed her to scorn, and said
she was crazy. But I didn't, I began to cry. Someone looked at me and
asked why I was crying, I said what she said scared me, almost not
beliveing myself what had happened to me, and fearing ridicule. But as I went
to sleep that night I knew Satan was real, I knew without any shadow of
doubt there was a devil.
It wasn't long after that I fell into drugs after several
dissappointiments, and injustices, and much persuasion from people I knew. I
got into heavy metal, classic rock and early rap which wasn't so out and
out demonic then. For about three years I was seriously into heavy
drugs, until some situations in my life made me take a good
look at myself, and I asked myself, "Where am I going and what am I
going to do with my life?" I knew I needed to do something, I felt it deep
inside, stirring me up, talking to me seemingly without words telling
me I have to do something, but what?
I though maybe it was the military, "Yeah!, that's it!" But when I
got there I realized, "No, that wasn't it!" After being a rebel, metal
head, rapper, druggy, loser who would cuss out my teachers in front of
the class, here I was getting yelled at in my face with the threat of
my life being ruined if I don't get through this lawfully. I actually
began to pray at night with my heart. Not knowing how to pray or what to
pray, the only thing that came out of my heart was, "God, give me a
dream of Jesus." Not knowing really who Jesus was,or who God was, but I
did know He was. The first night nothing happened but I didn't give up.
The second night it was more fervent, "God, Give me a dream of Jesus."
Both times I prayed silently, in my heart. That night nothing happened
either. The third night I prayed even more fervently. The same prayer.
That night I went to sleep and I began to dream.
My dream started with me opening the door of a big building
and I walked in, the door closed behind me. Way up in the front was
Jesus, He was shining whiter than any light, and He was facing the left
side of the building which I thought was a church at the time. The way He
was standing caused me to be on His left side ("And He shall set the
sheep on His right hand, but the goats on His left.")
Then He slowly turned His head toward me and looked right at me. At
that moment I knew He knew everything about me. Every thing I ever did, I
knew that He knew specific sins that I was very ashamed of. It was too
much for me. He was all the way in the front of the church and I'm
right next to the door, all I have to do is turn and walk out, I was
thinking this in the dream and what was so amazing is that this was my logic
and thinking, it was really me there. I instantly turned quickly to
leave and in that same instant I was blinded by a light flashing in my
face, and in the next instant I opened my eyes again and I was flat on my
face worshipping at the feet of Jesus Christ. My eyes were wide in awe
and I slowly looked up astonished beyond measure, slowly I looked up
inch by inch until I could see God Himself looking down at me in the face
of Jesus Christ. He looked at me with His head tilted slightly
seemingly saying "I died for you!" in a display of extreme sympathy. Suddenly
with a sound like a rocket my dream ended.
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