The next day I woke up at noon and went downstairs to face these guys. I imagined that these Christian carpenters were wearing darling little elf outfits and tapping away with their hammers like the seven dwarfs. Instead when I pushed the door open I was astonished ten bulky men with ripped off t shirts and tattoos. Some of then had long hair. Their was also one with a beard down his chest. "My God", I blurted out. " You guys aren't Christians youre too ugly." " Yeah we are Christians," they answered," Some of us have only been saved for a few weeks but we love the Lord Jesus Christ. We were drug addicts living on the streets of New York. Then Nick Disipio came and witnessed to us. He laid hands on us in Jesus name and we were delivered. Now were working in his construction company. We're earning money to buy a big ranch so those that have been delivered from drugs will have a place to live till we hit the streets again for the glory of God." I thought these guys were nuts. How come these roughneck dudes are allowed to be in Jesus? I had never heard of such a thing. So I decided not to talk to them but to this, Nick Disipio the head contractor. Nick Disipio was a fat little man about 5'8" and weighing 250 pounds. His hair was also greased back and had a very strong Italian accent. As it turned out Nick Disipio was a former Mafia member.
" I want to talk to you," I said. He walked toward me, jabbed his finger in my face, and said, "No I want to talk to you. Youre some big rock star; you played the part of Jesus Christ Superstar. Now are you ready to meet the real Jesus Christ?" " No," I said. "You've got a lot of nerve coming in here trying to talk to me, Bozo. Nobody asked you noting about Jesus Christ. Get out of my face." The Disipio motioned to his crew asking them to come over here and pray for me. I got back at him with," Don't pray for me. Pray for your mama. You know who your mama is shes a whore!" Nick was obviously wearing the full armor of God because he did not flinch. You have to know that I was heavily possessed by demons. For a skinny little 128 pound rock and roller to yell in the face of an ex mafia construction worker, calling his mother a whore, is sure sign that something wasn't right. After that I spit at Nick and told that my limousine driver had a .38 caliber revolver and I would have him kill anyone who touched me. Since they were on my property I had the right to do that. At the top of his lungs Nick yelled, "Go get your limousine driver." "Yeah" I said, " You want to see Uncle Knuckles and his revolver?" "Yes", said Nick," Go get him and tell him come in here. If he can get past the blood of Jesus Christ, you tell Uncle Knuckles to be my guest. Bring him in and we'll pray for him too." NICK HAD NO FEAR. I had realized that nothing intimidated these guys. I ran out of the room and locked myself in my bedroom. I got on my knees and started shaking. Man I need drugs I thought. I got up and went to the bathroom. As I was taking the drugs out of the medicine cabinet a voice spoke to me. At that point in knew I was right in the middle of spiritual warfare. I believed it was the Lord speaking to me saying, "Go ahead you do need drugs." Startled I put the pills back eventhough I thought that was what I needed. When I look back I realize that the voice was a demon who was trying to finish me off. I was so confused and in such a panic I didn't know who was talking to me. I didn't know the difference between Satans voice and Gods voice. I only knew that I was desperate. Then I thought, I need some whiskey. Ive got to go downstairs and get some. I need something bad. Im hearing voices Im paranoid. Im having panic attacks continuously. I need to be drunk or in bed with another girl, constantly doing something to occupy my mind. If I ever let down for even a minute Ill freak out. If I got on a rocket ship and went to the moon Id still be paranoid. Theres no place to run no place to hide. Im in for the ride. And then I silently screamed from the depths of my soul, "I need something!" After three hours with wrestling with the holy spirit I finally decided to go downstairs and let them pray for me. When I made that decision a voice spoke to me from the depths of hell. A spirit that had been tormenting me for years said to me, " Those are not Christians. You've been in the occult and the devil knows youre about to reach out to God, so satan has sent his men there. I am God and I warn you they have been sent from a satanic church. They don't know where there from. Your wife doesn't really know who they are. Do they look like Christians to you? They have been sent to ask you if you want to receive Jesus as Lord and if you say yes they will kill on the spot. Because you played the part of Jesus the devil does not want to let you go." Talk about being paranoid! All I knew was I was at the end of my rope. I could see that the long wide road I had been following had split in two leading in two different directions. One lead to Heaven the other to Hell. It was time to make a decision. Eventhough I didn't know how to pray I knelt down and cried," GOD WHOEVER YOU ARE TRUE GOD, IM SPEAKING TO YOU NOW. IF THESE MEN ARE SATANISTS AND I GO DOWNSTAIRS AND THEY KILL ME TODAY, THEN WHEN I COME BEFORE YOU I WANT TO REMEMBER THAT I DIED LOOKING FOR YOU." I stood up, locked the door of my bedroom and started down the hall and down the back staircase. As I moved along I felt every muscle in my body become rigid. It seemed like I needed a pill or a drink to take the edge off my nerves. But I refused to give in; I just kept walking. When I approached the door to the back wing of the house I took a deep breath. I thought ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS DOOR IS EITHER LIFE OR DEATH. Then I opened the door When I came in all the men stopped their work and started staring at me. Nick walked up close and said, "PRAISE GOD!" As I looked at him I thought to myself about outsmarting them. I remembered what that voice had told about them being Satanists so I told Nick, "Im not into Jesus and I don't want to be. But of you guys want to pray for me then go ahead. Lets see who your God is. In my heart I was speaking these words: JESUS, IF YOU ARE REAL, HELP ME. Those guys came at me like stampeding buffalos. They laid hands on me and began to pray. "I BIND YOU SATAN IN THE NAME OF JESUS" they said. As they spoke a feeling of terror came upon me. I started to scream and I tried to run. As I turned around a big dude grabbed me and put me in a stronghold. Then he said, "YOU AINT GOING NOWHERE FELLA PRAISE THE LORD! JESUS CHRIST!" That's the last thing I remember The next thing I knew I was down on my knees full of Hell but then I stood up clear minded and washed in the blood of Jesus. I looked up at these men and said, "My God! something has left me something has happened." "How do you feel now," asked Nick. I said that it felt like my back had opened up and an anvil had been lifted out off the inside of my spine. I stared at those men and I began to jump up and down leaping for joy. I began giggling like a school girl. I asked Nick," What has happened? What did you do!" NIck answered, "WE PRAYED FOR YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS AND HE HAS DELIVERED YOU BY HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD. HE HAS SAVED YOU FROM ALL THAT GARBAGE YOUVE BEEN INTO." " If this is Jesus," I answered, " I want him right now! What do I do? I want Jesus! I want more." "PRAY WITH US, " the men said, "AND RECEIEVE JESUS CHRIST AS YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR." I got on my knees and prayed the sinners prayer: " FATHER I COME TO YOU IN THE NAME OF JESUS. I AM A SINNER. DEAR JESUS THANK YOU FOR DELIVERING ME. THANK YOU FOR SETTING ME FREE. WASH ME IN YOUR PRECIOUS BLOOD. HEAL ME AND CLEAN ME UP. MAKE ME A NEW PERSON. LORD, ILL SERVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER I BELONG TO FATHER, SON, AND THE HOLY GHOST NOW AND FOREVER. JESUS I PRAISE YOU! JESUS, JESUS, JESUS. When I finished with AMEN. Everyone said , "AMEN." It was bringing me joy and peace and power. My mind felt so strong and so clear. I knew that I would never see drugs or alcohol again as long as I served the LORD JESUS CHRIST. I WAS FREE! I WAS FREE INDEED!
