The Testimony Of Ramon Anderson
A Story Of Hope And Inspiration Through The Gospel Of Jesus Christ!
"And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death"Revelation 12:11
The Apostle Paul, by the inspiration of Almighty God said...
"And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through
faith which is in Christ Jesus." 2 Tim. 3:15
As a child I was brought up in the Church Of God In Christ (GOGIC) in the black neighborhood of the little town of Crosby, Mississippi. The population of the town may have been approximately 200, and this included the children. So if you assumed that everyone knew everybody, then you're correct.
When I was a child and got into trouble, the adults who caught me would whip me, then when I got home, my parents would beat me. Of course, when I was a child I got into my share of trouble. I ran with my younger brother and several of our friends. At our age, children running together were not considered gang members, but if you were to compare us with today's present running groups, you could easily identify us as a gang because we were always together.
We traveled through the woods 50% of each day, camping out, hunting illegally, and keeping the woods thinned-out enough to travel through and see snakes before they saw us.
We "got off" on vandalizing the local Planter Mill. We loved to go out and give the night-watchman a hard time. The night-watchman always rode a black Harley Davidson motor cycle, and ironically he kept a fuzzy black and white dog running along beside him all the time; but they could never catch us. We loved playing as if we were working men. We would drive the fork-lifts, picking up stacks of lumber and many times knock the stacks of lumber over. Eventually we became pretty good fork-lift drivers.
We had a neighborhood convenience store which kept the supplies for the locals. We would be hired by the store's owner to work her garden and cut her lawn, both of which were always very large. She paid us with money but many times she would tell us to pick some vegetables to take home to our parents, thereby deducting this from our pay. Of course, our parents really appreciated the vegetables but we had a hard time suffering the loss out of our wages. As a result, we started stealing items such as sodas, cakes, cheeses, meats, and any other little item that we could easily get away with from the store. There were times when we even got opportunities to steal from the cash register, though never taking any large amounts of money, mostly just coins.
My grandparents were the spiritual leaders of my family. My grandparents and dad were members of different denominations. As I said earlier, I grew up in the COGIC in Crosby, Mississippi. My grandparents were part of the COGIC, which everyone referred to as the "sanctified church."
I enjoyed the shouting, singing, and preaching at the "sanctified church" and was even a member of the choir. I also went to church with my dad. However, I went not because of the singing and preaching, but because my dad's church was located far out in the country and my dad would let me drive when we weren't in a real big hurry. This was how I learned to drive.
It was mandatory that my brothers, sisters, and I attend church services every week. On Sunday we went to Sunday School and two services. On Tuesdays we went to a Bible study and on Friday evenings we attended prayer services. I must confess, church services wore me out, so I made a promise to myself that when I grew up I would never go to church again (It's funny how when we're children we make promises and decisions that cost us dearly in the future). I vowed never to go to church again unless I really wanted to go. Unfortunately, after becoming an adult you could count on one hand the number of times that I attended a church service.
There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.Proverbs 14:12
Instead of continuing my education I got out of school and volunteered for the U.S. Army with the approval and signatures of my parents. It was while I was on furlough, after completing boot-camp, there in my little neighborhood, that I was first introduced to marijuana. At no time while I was away at boot-camp had I ever consumed drugs. While in the military for seven and a half years I went to church only twice. Once, I remember it as if it was just yesterday, I went to services and it seemed as if the preacher was preaching directly at me the entire time. Because of this I left and never returned there again. Then, once again I went to church with my aunt who had asked me numerous times to go with her and numerous times I would agree, but never actually went. Finally, I became so convicted from lying to her that I decided to attend church with her so as to keep my promise. While there I kept feeling that the preacher was a pimp. In fact, I told my aunt my opinion of the preacher, and I never went to her church again, either.
As I said, I completed seven and one half years in the military. I achieved many distinguished commendations and married after my first re-enlistment. However, my marriage didn't last very long, in fact, only five years - three years together and two separated. Why? Because I felt I needed more than one woman in my life, so I left my wife and daughter (who was approximately 17 months of age) standing in the airport of Frankfurt, Germany, and I never returned. Little did I know that my choice to leave would become one of the few major mistakes I would make to become a failure.
I had gotten out of the Army because I felt that I could do better as a civilian. I got a job as a ware-house manager and because the pay was $20.00 an hour, I transferred over to telephone technician (cable-splicer). When I left my wife and daughter in Germany, I also walked away from my career.
Upon my return back to the States, I got a job driving a fork-lift at Gulf State Cannery, in Clinton, Mississippi. My days of illegally driving a fork-lift at the Planter Mill finally paid off. I could load almost twice as many trailers as any other driver could. They thought I was on speed or some type of hyper-active drugs because I drove hard and fast all night long every night that I worked. I can't remember exactly how long I was there, but I became bored and quit the job. I believe I must have been employed there between six months to a year.
I resorted to selling drugs, since the money seem to be much easier, and the fact that I was self-employed made it all the better (Of course, how many of you know that selling drugs isn't an easy job?).
While selling drugs I owned a .357 magnum that I felt was my closest friend. With my .357 magnum, I felt I was invincible. When guys didn't pay me what they owed me, I could always rely on my .357 to help me get some kind of reimbursement for my drugs. With the assistance of my .357 I didn't have any problems. I even made guy's lady friends pay me with sex in their presence from time to time just to humiliate them and teach them that I wasn't to be put on hold when it came to paying me whatever they owed me.
My faith in my .357 was overwhelming and I began to take from other people with the assistance of my .357. You see, with my .357 I felt I like I was superman. If anyone had told me that I was headed to the penitentiary I would have quickly told them that they must be crazy or that they must want to meet my best friend, .357 magnum.
I ended up in the penitentiary for the crime of armed robbery and rape. I was convicted of three counts of armed robbery carrying 20 years for each count. I was sentenced to 40 years for the one count of rape. My best friend turned out to be not so faithful after all. Had I not been affiliated with .357, many of the crimes I committed wouldn't have been committed because without my .357 I would have been afraid to do any of them.
After entering the penitentiary I continued my life of criminal activities. I accepted the fact that my choices had caused me a great fall. So I sold drugs and participated in numerous other criminal activities. I kept myself "high" because it was hard for me to deal with the fact that I, Ramon B. Anderson, had made some terrible choices. So to maintain my "highs," I sold drugs and did other criminal things to support my desire to do drugs. My reasons to stay "high" was to smother myself from the knowledge of the fact that I had made some very bad choices in my life and it was now causing me to have to be away from my family and friends. Furthermore, for approximately the next 20 years my choices would have to be dictated by prison officials. For almost ten years into my incarceration I continued in crime.
I got locked up on October 3, 1984, and around June of 1987 I was introduced to a man who would become a very good friend. This man was certainly a true man of God. Each and every day this man would remind me that Jesus loved me and that "I should give Jesus a try with my life" since I had tried everything else and it all failed. What he said made a lot of sense but I was not ready for Jesus. I believed in Jesus, regardless of all the other things I believed and did. I didn't want to get involved with Jesus knowing that I couldn't be real with Him. This man was my case manager up until his untimely death on April 16, 1994. This date was on a Friday and he told me each day he reported to work up until the Monday before the Friday he got killed, "God loves you, why don't you give your life to Jesus?"
I had a very difficult time grieving this man's death. He was so young and had such a beautiful family. Two elementary school aged children, a son and a daughter, and of course, a beautiful wife. I couldn't believe any "good God" would do something like this to this man and his family and I had a hard time trying to deal with his death. I questioned God for almost three days upon hearing of my friend's death.
I mourned my friend's death for approximately two months and I asked God many times why he died instead of me. I felt I had nothing to live for and this man had every reason to live. Later I learned that my ways and thoughts are not God's ways and thoughts. Of all the questions that I asked God, the most important question I asked God, I learned later was, "God, will you come into my life."
"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
On June 2, 1994, with the most humbled spirit I've ever felt, I asked God into my life and to allow me to take up where my friend left off, telling everyone about Jesus. Yes, I invited God into my life many times before, but never had I experienced such a desire for Him like on that day, June 2, 1994.
I no longer have faith in carrying a .357 magnum, my faith is now in the 66 books of the Holy Scriptures. I now carry the most powerful weapon known to mankind (the Sword of the Spirit), the 66 books of the Bible and the Gospel of Jesus Christ!
Since I've put my complete faith in the 66 books of the Bible I've found the peace that I searched for in drugs, alcohol, women, and parties. David, of whom God said, "...a man after my own heart" said...
The Lord will give strength unto his people; the Lord will bless his people with peace. Psalm 29:11
Eliphaz, one of Job's friends, who thought Job's sickness and tribulations had come upon him because of sin said...
Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace: thereby good shall come unto thee. Job 22:21
In the book of Isaiah God said through His prophet...
Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would go through them, I would burn them together. 5Or let him take hold of my strength, that he may make peace with me; and he shall make peace with me. Isaiah 27:4-5
Praise God, for He is now my STRENGTH in weakness, my ROCK in stability, "With God for me who can be against me?" HALLELUJAH!
In the book of Matthew, chapter 12, verses 43 through 45, we learn that a man becomes spiritually worse after he has accepted Jesus into his life and then turns back unto his wicked ways (the life he previously lived before accepting Jesus into his life). The Bible teaches in these Scriptures that a person becomes seven times worse than he was before he got saved should he return to his wickedness. I am afraid of the person I use to be and I surely don't ever want to become seven times worse than I was before! So, I have made it my duty to stay in the Word of God daily, praying and meditating on what I read, and thereby feeding my spirit-man by the Holy Ghost that dwells within me! To witness God's Word operating or performing over and around my life and the life of others has assured me that God is very real and a provider unto all those who call upon Him with a humble spirit in righteousness. The manifestation of God's Word has increased my faith in God.
"So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God." Romans 10:17
THIS IS MY TESTIMONY!
Indeed I am not pleased with my past,
And I don't dwell on my past,
And glory be to God I don't get discouraged
anymore about my past. Because God said;
"Therefore, if any man be in Christ,
he is a new creature: old things
are passed away; behold, all things
are become new."2 Cor. 5:17
My motto:No matter what situation I find myself in, I trust God's Word in...
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according
to his purpose. Romans 8:28
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Woodville, MS 39669