Cecily's Story-Satanism
I'm a Christian, not by anything that I have done, but by everything that Jesus has done. His love He showed for me by dying on the cross. His endless grace by forgiving my sins, my past, everything that I was before Knew Him.
Before I was a Christian, I was a Satanist. I became involved in Satanism
at as a freshman in high school. Before my freshman year I had read books on
Satanism, such as the Satanic Bible. I also played with Ouija boards, and tarot
cards and I was ready to move on.
I was raised in church. Every Sunday my family would go to church. I felt as
though it were fake. It seemed that people just went to look good, and impress
those around them. It bored me, God wasn't real, I thought He hated me. So I
would return the favor and hate him back. In my mind Satan was the only one who
answered my calls for help.
I was wrong.
I found other people involved in Satanism who gladly took me in and were willing
to teach me. I became an active member of a clan. I would go to rituals, learn
how weak God was, His deceptions, all the lies that could be told I swallowed as
truth.
When I graduated from high school my parents kicked me out of the house. Which
wasn't a big deal, my parents and I didn't get along. I had friends in the
occult who got me a job and an apartment. I knew they were loyal, and would not
abandon me.
One day at work I met a young man named Scott. Scott was wearing a shirt that
had Jesus hanging on a cross with the words: "This bloods for you"
written on it. I chuckled as I passed Scott and said, "Sure is a lot of
blood on that shirt." Scott said someday I'll tell you about it. I ignored
him for weeks. One day at lunch we started talking. Scott began to tell me how
much God loved me and nothing I could do would change that love. I just smiled
at Scott and said okay.
I continued going to rituals, and worshiping Satan. I wasn't happy, although I
was surrounded by people all the time, I knew I didn't care about them, and they
didn't care about me. Scott would come by my apartment with his friends and it
would be different. They would talk to each other with openness and trust. Where
when I was with my friends I was afraid to be open with them, I knew I couldn't
trust them.
Scott and I continued to talk. What he was saying about Gods love began to
trouble me. I hated. I hated everything, I hated life, I hated those around me,
and I hated myself. Here was a God, and a man willing to accept me in spite of
all that. I didn't have to change for that acceptance, where in the occult I had
to hate to be accepted.
I began to skip ritual meetings. Which you cannot do. I started to break ties
with those who were in the clan and I began to go back to church. Just to listen
and watch.
One night after church I was sitting and waiting for some friends when this
older lady came up to me and says "God told me to talk to you." I
looked at her like she was nuts and didn't answer. She introduced herself as
Karla and gave me her phone number. As she gave me her number she said that God
told her I needed help and when I was ready to accept that help to give her a
call. My thought as I took Karla's phone number was. "Whatever. God doesn't
know me. He can't know me, I'm Satan's."
As a result of missing too many ritual meetings the high priest and those above
me called me into a meeting. They told me to stop going to church, speaking to
Scott, and above all else to come to the rituals.
What does Satan teach; rebellion. So I rebelled. I didn't listen to what the
high priest and others told me to do. I continued to talk to Scott, and miss
ritual meetings.
The high priest called me in again before my elders and demanded that I stop
attending church, and speaking to Scott. I asked him, "If Jesus is really
such a bad guy, and He hates me so much why did he die for me? Why does he still
claim to love me? Whey are you afraid for me to go to church?"
The high priest became enraged and said that he would bestow the highest honor
he could on me. I would be sacrificed to Satan on March 21st. I would give my
life in service to Satan.
I left the meeting numb and afraid. I knew I was going to die. Who could I ask
for help? I hated Christians, and the only other people I knew were Satanists. I
decided to take a chance and tell Scott. When I told Scott that I was a
Satanist, he just loved me all the more. He told me that God still loved me, my
involvement hadn't changed that. I then told him what the clan's plan for me
was, and the only person I could think to call was Karla.
Karla, even though she didn't know me from Adam she agreed to help. She came and
got me and I stayed at her house. I took from my apartment only my cloths packed
in suite cases.
Karla made phone calls to people all over the United States to find a place for
me to go. The whole time telling me this would be easier if I were a Christian.
I would say and do what ever it took to get me out of this mess. So I said a
quick sinners prayer and thought that was enough.
Two days later I was on a plane to Texas to meet people I didn't know. I left
with only the cloths I had taken from my apartment, and a few dollars. I had no
idea who I was meeting, I was just told they would be holding a sign with my
name.
I arrived in Texas tired, and afraid. I didn't stay in Texas long, I moved six
times in one year because the clan kept finding me. I ended up in a small town
in Oklahoma where I lived with a youth pastor and his wife. They continuously
reassured me that my past didn't matter, and that God forgave me. But I was
always introduced as the x-Satanist, never Cicily.
I became home sick. I hadn't spoken to or seen my family in the three years
sense I left the occult. I was tired of not being a good enough Christian. Of
being told I didn't smile enough, I had too many piercing, and I shouldn't have
a shaved head. I decided I wanted to go home. When I told the youth pastor and
his wife this, I got my past thrown up in my face. I thought I had fallen for
another lie. My past did matter, I wasn't forgiven, for three years I had
believed another lie.
Again I was wrong.
God, puts people in our lives just as we need them. He did that again, just as
He had done with Scott, and Karla. God introduced me to another Christian named
Denice. Denice understood my anger at Christians. Where I hated, Denice
loved. When I was impatient she was patient. Where I rejected her, she accepted
me. She explained what a relationship with God was.
All my time sense I had left the occult I didn't have a relationship with God.
Even though I went to church, and said all the right things it wasn't a
relationship with God. Denice introduced me to a personal relationship
with Christ. I know what it's like to be forgiven. I know what it's like to be
loved and accepted.
I know above all else God saved me, it isn't who I was that matters, but that
I'm His. Nothing can change that.
Cicily
