As the writer of this website I would like to share with you my own experience of how I came to the Lord. I feel that it is unfortunate that our culture often views demons, hell and other such things like some sort of fairy tale.
           I was born and raised in an active Mormon family. I had kind and loving parents for which I am thankful. I grew up believing a different gospel than that which is found in the Bible, but rather I was taught and believed Mormon doctrine. When I became a teenager I was very rebellious. Although I believed in God, I was much more interested in partying and getting in trouble. I did a lot of things back then that I am ashamed of today. One night some friends and I were watching a demonic movie where some lady was being raped by a demon. I remember my friends commenting on the movie. They were saying that, if the things that were taking place in the movie were happening to them they would leave that house. I did not see how that was an answer. I pointed out that the demons certainly were not confined to that house.
Later that night while I was working graveyard shift I was reflecting on this. I started wondering how much Satan enjoyed my lifestyle. I wondered if he had any part in my life that led to mental anguish and anger. I know this sounds crazy but the thought of this made me mad! I began to want to retaliate against him. I was alone in the shop and so  I began to yell at him. I said that for every person I robbed I would tell somebody about  Jesus. Not that I cared about Jesus. I just figured that would make him mad. Right after this I was overwhelmed by the feeling that something evil was there in the shop with me. The feeling was so strong that it scared me. I began to pray and the feeling went away. For the next 3 months or so this same awful feeling would come upon me, even if I were not  thinking about such things. Each time it scared me so much that I would begin to pray. Every time I prayed the feeling would go away but it always seemed to come back. Things began to get worse. Sometimes while I was driving it would feel like something would grab my steering wheel of my car. I would be pulling really hard to try and turn then suddenly it would break free like something let go and I would almost wreck. I was becoming afraid to go anywhere or do anything. One night when I had gone home; as I began inserting my key into the lock I saw something on the other side of the glass staring back at me. I jumped back and while I was looking at what I believe was a demon, it disappeared. If I was high on drugs perhaps I could have brushed it off, but I wasn't. For me this was all I could take! I got down on my knees there in my front yard and told God that if he would just make this go away I would give my life to him. I had prayed similar things before when in a jam, but for the first time I really meant it. That night these things stopped happening to me. I have a friend that had become a Christian several months before this, so I began to go to church with him.
          Later I took a vacation and went to see my parents. I wanted to tell them about what had happened and the change that had taken place in my life. I figured they would be happy considering all of the hardship I had put them through in my teenage years at home. To my surprise my dad was not pleased at all. He said I might as well not go to church at all       because I was going to the wrong one. He insisted that I needed to return to the Mormon Church. This caused a lot of confusion for me. I had friends saying the Mormon Church was a cult and that it that did not teach biblical truth.