Friday, March 23, 2012

Our Return: Controversy, Persecution and Adoption

It had been two months since we were home in Alaska, and we felt right at home as soon as we touched down. Feeling the cold temperatures put smiles on our faces as we prepared for what God would have for us next! We had about 2 weeks to get settled from the trip, get used to the time zone again and prepare to leave for our next scheduled events in North Pole.

After a beautiful, snowy 6 hour drive from Wasilla we arrived at the hotel where our first event would be held. We were invited there by a Pastor in North Pole that seemed very excited about all the things God was doing in our ministry! God did amazing things that night as Rob preached powerfully as he usually does. We received some testimonies from people personally on what God had done for them through our ministry and we were super blessed. Unfortunately, Rob was called in for a meeting the next day in which they shut him down and made many types of false accusations against him. For their sakes I cannot go into details, but we knew that where there was much coming against us God was about to do something big - and we were right! It wasn't hard to seek the Lord on the situation. We are the kind of people that are often loved or hated and after a few years in a ministry as bold as ours, well let's just say we've learned how to deal with religious spirits by now.

The invitation to stay and minister the following Sunday morning was extended to us by a good Pastor friend of ours also from North Pole, and after some time in prayer we decided to give it another go. We were not about to give up that easy. When the persecution arose, Paul stayed. Before we knew it, Sunday morning was here and we got to return to Golden Heart Church in Fairbanks where we have been a number of times before. Pastor Marvin Carrol has run together with us in this vision to reach the Native people since we arrived (and even before we arrived)! They blessed us many times by taking us into some of the villages and opening doors for us to reach the lost. We were very excited to be back. Before Rob even had a chance to grab the microphone that Sunday, Pastor Marvin politely interrupted the service to call a few people up to the front of the church along with us. He said they had a presentation for us which took us by complete surprise! One of the ladies standing before us was the sister of the beloved Chief David Salmon and another was his Granddaughter. Also present was a Chief from the village of Minto, and Rita our soon to be adopted Aunt as well as some others. In front of the church, they presented us with gifts and told us we were being adopted into the Athabascan Tribe as Natives! Tears welled up in my eyes as I could not believe that these precious, beautiful and holy people were honoring us! They presented me with 2 necklaces, one of which that was a native necklace and the other from New Zealand representing their close ties to the Mauri peoples, and a gorgeous pair of pomegranate earrings. To Rob they presented a beautiful moose skin Native knife holder symbolically representing the name they gave him "Shree Genin" (Sharp Knife in English), and later a beautiful Native necklace. To Titus they gave an adorable toddler Native moose skin vest. As they told us how we were a blessing to them they finished with "Welcome to the family". I could not believe what had just happened! We felt so incredibly honored that Rob got choked up before even getting to preach! It was an incredible service and afterwards we all ate together as they always prepare a meal for the homeless on Sundays and the church enjoys the day together.

The meetings were so powerful that Pastor Marvin and Rob had to agree that there is a deep awakening happening among the Natives and so they decided as the doors opened to continue that they would hold meetings for the next 2 days and then continued for the rest of the week whether we held a meeting or there was a local Bible study in the area, or another minister to come and preach but the hunger for the knowledge of the Lord and the eagerness to reach the lost in the villages had definitely intensified. We were just flabbergasted by what the Holy Spirit was doing there!

As the week flew past us, God was giving me and Rob constant dreams, visions or words about the land, and there was no amount of interpretation that could explain it other than that God was firmly calling us to work on a continual basis in the interior Fairbanks region. Back in November Rob had had a dream in which he saw a triple rainbow over the cities of Fairbanks and North Pole, Alaska, and then following that in his dream we were given a home in the region. It very well is the gate to many, if not all of the Native Alaskan tribes by plane (as He has given us a passion to see the villages come to the knowledge of the Lord), river and some by road - whether paved or unpaved! Although we are sometimes pig headed and God needs to give us several confirmations, we heeded this one as soon as we figured it out! "Okay Lord, if you want us here, all we need is a place to live!" What do you think happens next?

A couple of days later, Rob woke up with the impression that he needed to have a meeting with a couple of ministry leaders in the region. After the meeting, he returned and said, "They told me the door is open!" We cheered, squealed and jumped around (but not too loud as Titus was taking a nap) as we sat in awe of what God was doing and that He is so faithful to confirm His words to us! The Lord had provided a home for our family - a beautiful 3 bedroom log cabin newly remodeled, and it was ready for move in whenever we were! Regardless of the expenses, we knew that the Lord would provide.

As time drew closer to Friday we knew that we would have to leave as we were scheduled to speak at a huge outreach in Anchorage on Sunday. We spent Friday night celebrating our 5 year wedding anniversary a day early. We had a wonderful night as we reflected the years and all God has done and the places He brought us! Titus ate a hamburger and fries by himself and drank his own sprite out of a to go cup with a straw for the first time! Of course, I cannot forget to mention that he counted to 5 by himself for the first time at 18 months old! It was a splendid evening and the next day, Saturday we packed our things to head back to Wasilla to present the things God has told and confirmed to us to the church. Thankfully our Pastor there already knew as God covered all his bases and told him as well!We were excited, and were commissioned in front of the church the following morning.

Before we left the area we were contacted by the Pastor who previously invited us to speak in North Pole and we were able to see restoration from the recent incident at the North Pole meetings. God had made peace in the relationship. We are thankful for this as the scripture says "Blessed are the peacemakers"!

And so that pretty much brings us up to date - as we are looking forward to what God is doing! I cannot wait to post pictures of the new house as well as give report and updates as God is constantly moving and has faithfully called and provided for us. Thank you to everyone who has believed and supported our call!

I reserve the right to free speech as I was honest in this post about the chain of events and was in no way intending to bring shame or dishonor to anyone by being factual. I apologize for those who this offends as that was not the purpose. We are praying for the leaders who came against us so harshly and pray also God would work on their heart, that they would come to full knowledge of truth and not be held back by this encounter.


                                              Rob preaching awakening meetings in Fairbanks, AK

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Millie's story: The road from insanity to redemption

 

I cannot really say that my relationship with Jesus happened in just one day. For me it was a lifelong story. However, in order to save time and space I will be brief and try not to use so much detail. I have memories of God trying to reach me all throughout my childhood. The household I was raised in was very dysfunctional. My father was an alcoholic and very abusive. My mother worked a lot of extra jobs and overtime to try and keep up with the bills and keep up with my father’s very expensive addiction. In 1990, my parents got horrible word that my Aunt had been murdered by her husband, who then proceeded to kill himself. This event would impact us the rest of our lives especially when my dad made abusive threats at us or my mother in later years, we would take him very seriously. By the time I was 13 years old I became obsessed with death and suicide, and no more than a year later I entered high school was very emotionally unstable. I was already believing so many lies about who I was. I began to listen to music that talked about horrific, inhumane things. I thought that every problem was my fault and I was good for nothing. I thought that everything bad that ever happened to me had happened because I deserved it. One time, it went further than thoughts. I remember that I was staring at myself in the mirror with resentment. Tears were streaming down the sides of my face. The thing that came to my mind in the next instant was something that I did not see on TV. It was not something that friends introduced me to. It was an idea that manifested in my mind from what seemed to be out of nowhere. I found myself rummaging around in the mirror cabinet, and found one of my father’s disposable razors. As I held it to my wrist, my hands, arms and my whole body responded by trembling. I did not want to live anymore because I just couldn’t find purpose for it. Even if I could find purpose to live at the time, I didn’t think I deserved to. That day I started a bad habit that I wouldn’t be free from for years. This new addiction of mine was a twisted bondage in so many ways: physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Later that year, one of my friends from school invited me to an Evangelistic service at their church. I was excited at the thought of getting out of my house, so I went. I felt something that night that I had never felt before, like a divine presence of love. I said the sinner’s prayer (asking Jesus to forgive my sins) and went up for the altar call that night. I wish I could say that everything changed right there, but it didn’t. I continued on this journey between my new life with Christ but holding on to the horrible addictions that kept me going before that night. In fact, things began to get worse. Shortly thereafter I was introduced to smoking cigarettes and marijuana. I even tried drinking, and I was willing to give myself to just about anything that would offer any kind of temporary satisfaction, even if it meant ruining my life.

After three years of ups and downs on this emotional roller coaster, my parents decided that it would be a good time to move us to another state. It was a devastating time for me, as when we moved, I lost all of my friends. I lost any identity that I thought that I had. It was a huge culture shock for me, and my new school was monstrously big in comparison to the one that I was used to! Home life grew worse and worse, and I began to lock myself in my bedroom for hours, hating everything. My addiction to cutting and self injury only got stronger. I began to challenge myself to cut deeper and deeper. I started surfing the internet in risky things which also led to several other binding addictions. My parents’ marital problems finally hit the fan, and it came to the point where my mother had to pay my father to leave. The last thing I remember my father telling me, my brother and sister before he left was, "You three kids ruined my life!" Around that time, I was heading to a community college where I managed to live a completely double life. I was in leadership with the “Christian clubs” and at the same time I would be contemplating suicide in my dorm room.

After only one year of college, I lost it. I landed myself into one of six mental institutions that I would spend most of my time in in the following years. They couldn’t figure out what my problem was. I was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder, Borderline Personality disorder, Anorexia Nervosa, Bulimia, Major Depression, Psychotic symptoms, and so many other things that I cannot even remember them all. They had me on anti psychotic medications, mood stabilizers, antidepressant medications, and more.



On a bus ride home from a counseling program I was involved in I remember just a flood of emotion and thoughts running through my mind. I felt like there was no purpose for my life and that I was going nowhere in the long run. I always felt like I was going to die before the age of 20 and regardless of whether I did or didn't it wouldn't matter. I reached into my purse and grabbed a bottle of newly refilled prescription pills, emptied it into my hand, and popped them into my mouth. As I did so I whispered one last prayer, "God, if there is a purpose for my life, let me know now." Soon after I blacked out.

I woke up on my mothers couch in her living room the next morning. She was telling me how I had been knocked out all night and that the bus was going to be there any minute to take me back to my counseling program. I sat up, puzzled at what was going on. Why was I still there? I got my stuff ready to go and boarded the bus as it arrived. On the ride, my friends asked me, "What happened to you yesterday? You passed out and almost fell head first out of your seat into the aisle but we came, got you and brought you into your house." "Don't tell anyone, but I took a bottle of pills yesterday because I didn't want to live anymore" I said.

They told someone.

Before I knew it, I was called into the nurses office of our counseling program and was interrogated as to if I took a bottle of pills and why. Soon after the ambulance arrived to take me to yet another emergency room en route to my next institution stay. They drew my blood in the emergency room and after a while and some evaluations they came back with my blood work and said, "You're lying! You did not take a bottle of pills!" I said, "I'm not lying. I did take a bottle of pills. My friends can tell you how I passed out and could not function." I went into my bag and got the empty bottle to show them. They said, "We got the results back from your blood work and there is not even the normal dose for what you are prescribed of that medication in your bloodstream." They took it as a ploy for attention and they admitted me to the hospital based on the fact that I said I did it. I took it as a sign from God. I wasn't sure what my purpose might be at that point, but was this a sign? This was the most supernatural experience I had ever had.

As I continued going in and out of mental institutions, still there were ongoing problems in my family life. Though my abusive father was gone, my mother was very scared because he had threatened to kill all of us. She was having trouble providing for my brother and sister, and at the ages of 16 and 13 they were often left home alone without much food to eat. They were also very emotionally unstable (and rightfully so). They resulted in fist fighting over what channel they wanted to watch, and one would pull a knife on the other, causing 911 to be called. It was a rough, hurtful atmosphere to dwell in. The following unfortunate events (which I will not discuss here) resulted in years of family bitterness and resentment. When I finally left my mother’s house, I went into “survival” mode. In the process of going in and out of mental institutions, partial hospitalization programs, taking medications and dealing with family turmoil, I found myself in a homeless shelter at the age of 19. Eventually my case worker found a program of communal living for mental health patients that would accept me and allow me to rebuild what was left of my life. For a while I had been attending a local church while attempting to hold on to what was left of whatever “salvation” that I had. The churches never seemed to know how to help me or offer me any alternatives.

I tried to remain faithful to church through it all, and one normal day at church a Missionary from South America came to visit. This wasn’t just any “Missionary” from South America. This man had strange connections to my family which could only make everything even more awkwardly interesting. All I could think was that he was bad news. The irony was that he thought the same about me because I was the “crazy girl” that everybody talked about and felt bad for.

As the weeks went by, we got acquainted and before long I found myself sharing about my past. Things like how I ended up in a group home, on medications, and in and out of mental institutions over the past two years. “You know, you really don’t belong in that group home for mental health patients” he said to me one day as we sat in a restaurant in Pennsylvania.
“I don’t belong here?”I had never thought of that before! “No, I have to belong here- I am messed up!” I thought. I was told I would never live like a normal person again, and that I would need medications for the rest of my life and that therapy was necessary.
“Jesus can heal you!” He continued. I broke down crying, “I don’t know who I am off these medications.”
He said “I don’t know either, but I’m willing to take a chance. I will pray with you, and help you the best that I can.” I had heard his testimony and knew that Jesus had healed him from many horrible things and addictions, as well as saved him out of satan worship. I decided to give it a try. At that moment, we prayed. I don’t remember exactly what the prayer was, but I do know that I received healing right there. I came off my medications that night and started to work through my emotions and healing in a Biblical way! I decided not to trust things like medications or addictions anymore, but instead to trust Jesus.
When the group home found out that I came off my medications, they told me that I had to leave because I wasn’t complying with the rules. I had nowhere to go, and so the missionary who I prayed with asked his mother if I could stay on a different floor in their house. There were many floors and he lived in the attic. They did happen to have some spare room on the bottom floor where they set up a small cot for me. I moved in not long after that. I continued working through my healing and letting Jesus rebuild my life. I learned where those suicidal and murderous thoughts that I had been tormented with came from. They came from an enemy who is out to steal, kill and destroy. I also learned that that enemy was already defeated and how to stand in that victory through Jesus, by testimony and scripture. Soon, I fell in love with the Missionary (whose name was Rob), and 6 months later we were married!

Half a year after we got married, we felt God calling us to go and reach our hurting generation and others as well with the hope that He put in our hearts. Ever since then we have been living by faith and bringing the Gospel of Jesus and our testimonies to the four corners of the earth! Jesus changed my life. I live my life now to tell others that there is hope for them too.


“To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by faith that is in me.” Acts 26:18

We now base our ministry "Kingdom Dwellers International" in Fairbanks, Alaska USA and work extensively with the Native Alaskan and Inuit peoples. We have one son named Titus Obadiah and another son on the way named Asher Uruiah! We look forward to connecting with believers around the world for a revolution of His glory  - please like us on Facebook at Facebook.com/KingdomDwellers and visit us online at www.KingdomDwellers.com.

If you would like to have us in your region please contact us via FB or email Info@KingdomDwellers.com

One day I hope to release a book of my entire detailed testimony and see others set free just like I was!


I pray that you have been blessed from reading my story, and hope that you can share it with someone who may identify.


- Millie

Rob's story: Ascent out of darkness



The only term I can think of to describe the majority of my childhood is religion. Not just any form of religion, but deep legalistic religion. Although I was born in New Jersey, my family moved to Florida when I was very young where they became heavily involved in a local church. I can actually describe the rest of my childhood experience as a rather positive one - up until a certain point that is. I can remember waiting and waiting every Saturday for the Sabbath to be over at sundown so that I could do something fun. My parents were very involved in the study of the book of Revelation, and I developed a deep fear of the end of the world at a young age. I was being taught Bible stories but I had never heard that I was made one with the Holy Spirit through the cross of Christ, and could move in mighty power to bring a loving God to a dying world. My view of God was a rather fearful one, and I was taught to live my life according to most stipulations of Old Testament law, or that I would not "make it." My education consisted of various small private schools where I usually took the title as “class clown”. My father was a Seventh Day Adventist lay Pastor, and I looked up to him very much. We would always do fun things together such as camping and miniature golfing on Saturday nights. The year that I turned 10, my mom became pregnant with my first brother, Ryan. We went on vacation to visit some family in New Jersey, but my dad could not come due to previous work commitments. It was while we were in New Jersey that he and my mother spoke on the phone and had a conversation that made everything as I knew it change forever. I can remember when we got back to Florida and I woke up the next morning to find Dad was gone. My world as I knew it was shattered. My brother was born right in the midst of all of this chaos and my mom desperately needed somebody to help her pay the mortgage. Soon enough, she found a roommate and helped her move into our house. Before long, her roommate became my babysitter, and once my mom went off to work, this woman would take me to a nude beach or teach me things that I should have never learned at 11 years old. It also wasn't unusual for me to be molested by some older girls that lived down the street. I was so confused that by the time I turned 12, one of the only things that I could dwell on was suicide. I felt that I was the cause of the divorce and that if I had never been born, none of that would have happened. Shortly thereafter, my Mom and I  found cocaine hidden in our house mate's room. The police were called and that was the end of that fiasco. My mother was a complete emotional wreck, and many times told me that my brother and I were the only things keeping her alive. Since the divorce she had completely lost her faith in God, and so had I. I could not understand if this God was so loving, why he destroyed my family. I began to develop a deep anger and hatred toward God and all Christians in my heart. One day when I was home alone, I remember going into the bathroom and locking the door. A giant steak knife accompanied me and I was planning on using it as a tool to help me escape from this world. As I held the knife to my wrists, my entire childhood flashed before my eyes. A sudden fear came over me because I did not know what would happen to me after I died and it scared me so bad that I dropped the knife and ran out of the bathroom. Just a few years before, I had found my school principal dead in the bathroom and when I tried to tell somebody, everyone laughed at me because they thought I was joking. This scenario played over and over in my mind as I contemplated suicide, and it seemed like the spirit of death just began to follow me everywhere I went. My mother started to bring home different men from bars that she would go to each night. I grew so lonely that I started to beg her to let me go to public school. She finally conceded and my first day of 7th grade, I climbed into a school bus for the first time in my life. I was harshly ridiculed and mocked because of how sheltered I had been my whole life, and within weeks I had a brand new crowd of friends and a brand new identity. I had found my “nitch” with the Gothic crowd. Those who had long black hair, wore heavy dark make up, listened to satanic music and carried chains under their trench coats. I instantly took to them and they began to teach me their ways. One night when I slept over a friend’s house, I was forced to do drugs, touch women and get drunk. This caused even a deeper hatred and depression to rise up within me. Needless to say, I failed my first year of seventh grade, and had to do it over. By age 14  I was an alcoholic. I would chug pure booze morning, noon and night, smoke various drugs and study my satanic bible that I had been given as a gift. Suddenly, all of my friends around me began to die. One of my good friends was accidentally run over by his mother, another one died of cystic fibrosis and the list goes on and on. I began to practice heavy occultism and witchcraft including but not limited to: the Necronomicon, séances and the worship of the dead, devil possession, Ouija boards, black magic, spells, and the art of sacrifices.
As I descended deeper and deeper into the darkness, I began to have one on one interactions with the spiritual realm and with demons. On one occasion I prayed to my father satan and sold him my soul in exchange for the power that I requested of him. In the years following, I did see many of the things I desired come to pass. At the age of 16 I had moved out of my Mother's house and in with a witch who also was teaching me everything she knew such as astrology, palm reading, etc.. We were not together long before she took my belongings and ran off with another man. This drove me to attempt suicide for the second time in my life. Just as I was about to end my life with a bottle of pills, I decided to ring my good friend that I had met in school years ago. He eventually talked me out of the suicide and my life returned to “normal” for a season. Most of my friends were now expelled from school or in jail for various reasons such as bomb threats, drug busts, etc., but I was determined to live my life with purpose. My purpose became to hate God and counteract Him in any way that I could. I remember going back to the church I grew up in one last time to see if there was any hope. All they did was judge me by the way I was dressed and the earring in my ear. I had had my last straw with these... "Christians."  I began to listen to music that spoke of torturing, raping, killing and mutilating Christians and then destroying their churches. I began to write poetry and songs consisting of this subject matter as well as deeper issues. I had built a small altar in my room to satan, and at some point my mother finally found out just how deep into these things I was. These practices are real, and one of my good friends knew someone who had even sacrificed her own baby. One night as I was going out, my mom fell on her knees before me and screamed “Son! Please don’t do this! Please don’t ruin your life like this! Please come back to Jesus!” My mother had decided to turn back to the tiny measure of faith that she had and cling to whatever she had previously known about God. I was possessed by many demons and in that instant one demon rose up within me and took control of my voice. “Woman”, it said, “Do not EVER speak that name in my presence again!” Then I left her crying on her knees and ran out the door. Whenever I would hear that name “Jesus” I would shudder. A few days later, my mother came to me with a “proposition”. “Son”, she said, “I’d like you to come to a Christian music festival with me.” “No!” I yelled. "I'm a satan worshiper!" “Why would I want to go to a Christian Music festival?” I thought to myself. Then suddenly, an idea came to me. There was going to be 90,000 Christians at this festival and it would be my chance to prove to as many of them as I could that their “God” was a liar and that satan was the true father. I decided to go, and after much preparation, I took all my literature and we were on our way.
         There are of course too many details to recount here; however what I will tell you is that I was successful for a couple of days. I was getting drunk and doing drugs and just having fun until I went to see a “Christian Metal” concert. I love metal music, and I absolutely loved the concert - however what I did not like was that they would proclaim the name of Jesus with boldness in the heavy music that I thought was only to be meant for father satan. After the concert, I had a chance to meet with the lead guitarist who spoke with me for quite a while. He told me that he also was a satan worshiper, and that Jesus had changed his life. I had never in my life heard a story like his before but I almost instantly rejected it. A few nights later, I went to check out a “worship concert” that was being put on. Many of the people in this concert were clapping, dancing, singing, crying, lifting their hands toward the sky, etc. I had never seen anything like this because in the religion that I was raised in, most of these things were prohibited. These “worship bands” had drums, electric guitars and were actually encouraging the people to dance and go crazy for this “god”. I was very intrigued by it but I proceeded to mock them and laugh at them so as not to show my interest. Before long it was like this hungry desperation was bursting out of my being and I just had to know if this God was really who the Bible said He was. At that moment, under the stars in the midst of some beautiful mountains, I cried out to God and told Him that I would give Him one more chance to reveal Himself to me. My desire however was that He come at that very moment and show Himself to me, more real than the people that were around me. Before I knew what happened, it was like a strong wind that knocked me to the ground. No one else around me felt it, only I did! Following this experience I found that I was stuck to the ground in a near fetal position on my knees, and I could not get up no matter how hard I tried. It was like there was a twenty ton weight on my shoulders. The next thing I felt was a strange tingling moving through my arms and I watched them as they lifted up toward heaven. I actually felt dozens of hands around my body and under my arms as they lifted up, although there was no one there in the physical. At that moment I felt like I was in the middle of what can only be described as the bliss of heaven. It was an ecstasy so unspeakable, so astounding! In that same moment I heard a voice whisper in my spirit “I forgive you”. I knew that it was Jesus Himself speaking to me! And I could do nothing more but cry and repent before God and ask Him to save me. I then heard Him say, “Everything that you have been through will now be turned around and used for MY Glory.” Although at that time I did not know exactly what that meant, I trusted Him wholeheartedly and knew that I just had a radical encounter with the God of the universe. Although I was a satan worshiper just 5 minutes ago, I was now hammered drunk on the Holy Ghost, and would stop at nothing to release His Kingdom. I went immediately back to the friends that I was previously partying with at the festival and preached my socks off to them! I told them what Jesus had done for me and about the encounter that I just had. I told everyone I could find including my mother who almost fainted from excitement. The details from this point in my life are too many to write outside of my full length book which is yet to be released, however, I had a great bonfire and burned over 2,000 items including CD’s, clothing that was used in service to the enemy, movies, pornographic material, etc. Almost every desire and sin addiction that I had given myself to vanished on the very night, however it was nearly 4 years before I was completely delivered from all the demonic activity that I had been involved with due to the renewing of the mind as spoken of in scripture. It took me nearly 5 years of studying the scripture on my own to even have a clear understanding and interpretation of the Gospel outside of the only interpretation that I knew. It wasn’t long before I began seeing crazy signs and wonders. Tumors shrinking, demons coming out, blind eyes opening, cripples walking! It all started to make sense. No one had ever told me that Jesus died as me. That every naughty thing I'd ever done had died in His body, and I was raised with Him, in Him! I suddenly realized that my old nature had died in Him 2,000 years ago - and that He had traded me my sin for His blissful righteousness! It was hard for me to believe with the things that I had done, that God could look at me and see me as His own Son. There is no greater revelation or ecstasy offered on the planet than to know that you have been made right with God forever - and it had nothing to do with your own efforts. With that in mind, I became so lovedrunk and full of the Holy Ghost that I took it to the streets, I took it to revival crusades, into restaurants, into satanist clubs and eventually to over 30 nations of the world by age 25! There were many fall outs in my family life due to my radical conversion as a “Born Again”, some of which my Seventh Day Adventist family labeled us apostates to the faith and threatened to kill us. Sometimes the police even had to be called, however I glory in the sufferings of Jesus and would never change this calling for the world! God brought me my beautiful wife in 2007, and together we continue to go into both the darkest places and the farthest nations (including our own) bringing the transforming fire of God to a world in need! Within the past two years, we have ventured into every single country in Central & South America, Haiti, and some of the farthest reaches of the USA and Canada (we base in Fairbanks, Alaska, USA) to bring the bliss of this glorious Gospel of Christ - this message that is literally too good to be true! We have one boy named Titus Obadiah, and this just in - one more on the way! We look forward to connecting with believers around the world for a revolution of His glory  - please like us on Facebook at Facebook.com/KingdomDwellers and visit us online at www.KingdomDwellers.com.
If you would like to have us in your region please contact us via FB or email Info@KingdomDwellers.com

– Rev. Rob Radosti Jr.

P.S. If you think my testimony is heavy, you should hear my Wife's. ;)

Monday, March 5, 2012

Radosti Roads presents: Tor on Tour 2011-2012!

Fairbanks can reach a low of - 60 degrees F during those bitter cold winter months. This year we were told that it lasted for quite a while. The cars wouldn't start, even those with plug in oil pan heaters and block warmers. People could hardly leave their homes. "If I even stepped outside, my bones would chill and my teeth would hurt!" I was told by a native woman who's lived there all her life.

This year for us, however, we had the privilege of missing some of this treacherous weather because we were touring the lower 48 states preaching, and seeing God do just some amazing things! Our time traveling from East to West coast USA was well spent and there were more than enough testimonies to show for it! In Tennessee, we saw great joy and freedom break out as many were delivered from various bondages and one man's uneven leg grew out! In Ohio, a gang member radically came to Christ and then brought friends and family to come to know Jesus! In California we received multiple reports of healing and deliverance - and these are only a few of the many! We are very thankful for all we saw God do on this tour, and instead of showing more preaching and ministry clips, we wanted to switch things up a little bit :) Here is a short video we put together of the trip from the youngest missionary on our team (outside the womb), Titus Obadiah!