 | Worship with us Sundays at 11am & 6pm Children's Church 11am Sunday School 10am Wednesday Prayer, Preaching & Worship 7pm |  | Pastor's Page Sunday AM, Mar 30, 2008 Your Help Is Coming Sunday PM, Mar 30, 2008, Where Are We Wensday PM, Apr 2, 2008 Looking For God part 3 In a world of changing times, when men of all sorts both Christian and Non let you down. Love them without any preference. Love like Jesus and seperate yourself to follow and do only good.  Hello, Everyone! My name is Bro. Scott Heffner and I am the pastor of Victory Baptist Church. I want to tell you a little about myself, and trust me when I say a little due to the fact that apart from the Lord Jesus there is not much to me. When I was a child I was raised in a Methodist church where I never remember hearing the Gospel. Oh, I remember the childhood stories of David, Jonah, Daniel, and others, but I was never told that Jesus loved me severely and what HE did - HE did for me. At the age of 16, my parents stopped making me go to church. I immediately proceeded to go into the world, and jumped headfirst into a world of alcohol, drugs, and sex. All the while that I did these things my heart was rotting due to the effects that my sin was having on me. Through a chain of events in 1992, I moved in with a girl who took me to church. Something was different about her parents' church. The preacher told the Gospel, and I fell into deep conviction, although at the time I did not know it. Well, I made a false profession of faith a little while later just to get the preacher to leave me alone, knowing that I did not mean the words that I was praying. Thank God! HE did not leave me alone and continued to convict me. On January 19, 1994 the relationship that I had been trusting in came crashing to the ground and left me suicidal. I was placed into a "behavioral studies" ward in a hospital in High Point NC for 31 days. When I left the hospital it left me with three things: 2. a prescription for Buspar 3. a huge bill. During the last week in March of 1994, while I was living at my parents' house, I took a shotgun, pointed it at my chest, and squeezed the trigger with my toe. CLICK. The gun did not go off, PRAISE THE LORD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Though at that time I felt like I could not do anything right, I could not even kill myself. That very next weekend, I went to the cemetery to tell my grandfather, or at least his grave, how I had messed things up. Something happened that day that I did not expect. Before I went there I snuck my Great Grandpa's bible out of the house and took it with me. At the graveside as I was telling PawPaw what I had done, Someone else was listening. I felt impressed to pick up that bible and just threw it open. It opened to 1 Peter. I read the first 4 chapters, and in ch 3:18 it said HE had already suffered for me so I did not have to. WOW! I realized that Jesus LOVED me. I asked the LORD to take the mess I was and HE could have me if HE wanted me.I can't explain what happened next, but all the burdens that I had been carrying fell away, I felt brand new. I went home threw all my music away, threw the Buspar in the toilet, and got addicted to The Lord and His House. At my next doctor's appointment, I told my Psychiatrist that I met a better doctor and would be seeing Him instead. The doctor of course inquired my new doctor's name. I told him that my new doctor was the GREAT physician and His name was Jesus. I have not been to the psychiatrist since I got saved. Folks there are not too many things that I have not done or been through and I am proof that HE saves the extreme. |  |