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Wednesday, July 23, 2008 2:10 PM

By  John Burnell  [“Saved by Grace” Testimony-setting the captives free]


JESUS NEVER CHANGES  He is the same yesterday, today, and forever !


I have spent many years sharing my testimony, in churches, Meetings, and one on one, but unless a person has been in the presence of our  Savoir, The Lord Jesus Christ, I can only attempt here to share some of my experience. Here in a letter it is hard, but I will attempt to briefly relate my first experience with the  Risen Savior, then more. 


I was an Agnostic, Atheist, depending on the day. My mother, brother, sister and many had tried to share the salvation message with me, but I didn’t want to hear, ever.  Even as a child I used to hide behind the chair or couch when my mother tried reading anything relating to Jesus, or the Bible, my hands over my ears saying, "NO! I don’t want to hear it!"   I am talking about a 6 year old kid, here. So bound by the devil, even back then.   Don't ever tell me prayer doesn't work or HE doesn't hear today.  I know better, as many do.


I could go into numerous situations involving myself, but will try here to be brief but also try to relate a bit of my testimony. When I do, you must look to Him...not me....I am only a delivery boy...He is the Savior...look only to Him.


I was spared death several times in Vietnam, and one special time in Nov. 1968, I was leading a Machine Gun crew, when we were ambushed by North Vietnamese regulars. I was in a volunteer position, the way I wanted it back then. Something in me felt like a fish in water...I needed the excitement, the violence, being so full of hate, anger, and not even knowing why. We were ambushed early that morning Nov. 13, 1968  and there was a gas pipeline along a road where helicopters could re-fuel, and it was pumped place to place through those pipes. I had returned fire from several enemy soldiers, and had shot several laying behind the pipe, and in that act shot 12 to 15 bullet holes through the pipeline. We had been in an Armored personal carrier, and took a RPG rocket through the side of the vehicle, severely injuring one of my crew members. The vehicle ran off the road and we ran over the pipeline which by now was shooting gasoline 20 to 30 feet in the air under pressure, 15 feet off the road. Our vehicle stopped over the pipeline and it was raining gas over the vehicle from the bullet holes in the pipe, and over us as we continued to shoot back.


We were cut off 200 yards ahead of the rest of the men and it was myself and two others facing the enemy alone. The gas quit maybe 5 minutes, after someone down the road somehow shut off the gas flowing through the pipe.  After maybe 45 minutes we finally pushed the enemy back, after a helicopter was shot down almost on top of us, trying to help get the enemy off our position.  When we crawled up the embankment and later began talking to others who had watched this from a distance, not being able to get up to us to help, they told me a story I actually got angry with them when I heard. There was the gas and a flare...a road type flare you see after an accident on the highway today. It must have gone off after I had thrown it at a soldier (them being so close) and landed under the vehicle, as the vehicle came to a stop over the pipe. The others told me they watched for 5 minutes the flare burning right under our vehicle.  They could see it plain as a candle they said, us and the vehicle soaked with gasoline, waiting for the explosion, and waiting to see all  of us go up in flames in one blast.