My Testamony

I was born in Germany to a single woman May 21 1955. After she left the hospital she stayed at a Roman Catholic Convent. When it was time for me to be nursed by my mom a Nun would come and tell my mom that the preacher is coming to see here. My mom told the nun not now, I am going to nurse my baby now. At that time an other Nun put me into my mom’s arms and said , “here is the Preacher.”

As I got older 2 brothers came along. At that time my mom tried to kill us and commit suicide. By drowning us in a lake and she keep walking until no return. As she was waist deep, she heard a voice that said: Don’t do it; I need them. You see my step dad who adopted me was an alcoholic, who was abusing her physically and beating us kids. My mom finally got divorced in March of 1960.

As I got older I used to go to church and take my two brothers with me. I was 8 years old, at that time we would walk to church which was on the other side of town. I felt a drawing to go ; By G-D, which I did not know at that time. At one time when I got to church early and my baby brother started to cry , I noticed that I forgot his bottle. He would not stop crying. Some one came up to me and told me that I had to leave the church, because the crying would disturb the church mass. After that I never went back to church. You see I was hurt really bad. (Please be careful what you say to some one in church about there children.)

In about late 1967 my mom got some mail from America, and he letter was from my Oma and Opa (Grandma, Grandpa) in America, asking us if we would like to move to America.. It also said that they would take care of everything.

Close to Christmas 1968 we started packing everything. I remember, when I stopped and asked; Mom can we start all over again. Mom said yes we can. I replied, Mom you don’t understand; can we start all over again. Again she said, Yes. I replied again, Mom you don’t understand; I want to start going to church again, when we get to America. Mom looked at me and said if that is what you want to do, really want to do yes you can. The pulling on my heart was so strong at that time of my life, to go back to church, not knowing what G-D had in store.

On February 5 1969 we left Germany for about an 8 Hr. plane ride to America. Our Plane landed in Boston Massachusetts sometime in the early afternoon.

At sometime during the summer my mom’s youngest sister asked her if she would like to go to church Sunday night. She went and did not get home until well after 10PM. She told me about the church and all the rooms they have in the building. But two (2) interested me the most. The baby rooms. At midnight I called my aunt, woke her up, and asked her, if she would take me to church to see the rooms for the babies. You see the Catholic churches in Germany do not have any rooms for babies. Every day that week I called my aunt and told her not to forget me on Sunday. Sunday finally came, and I called her about every 15-30 minutes which started at 8AM, until she said, one more call and you stay home.

When we got to church, ran thru the church wanting to see the baby room. Then when I got to see the rooms for the babies I was very happy that they let babies come to church and let them stay there. Every Sunday my aunt would take us to church and she would try to translate the best she could to help us to understand what the Pastor was saying. Then one Sunday morning after the pastor was done preaching people went forward to the alter. I asked my aunt what they where doing up there , This is what she said; They are asking Jesus into there hearts. I already knew that I had to go up there; you see G-D was still pulling me towards Him, and now it was time to say yes to G-D. I looked at my brother said lets go took him by the hand and went up front, followed by my aunt. As we got to the front of the church in front of the alter my aunt talked to the Pastor. When they were done she took us into the Pastors office, and told us to wait. Time seemed to stand still while we waited for the Pastor to come to talk to us. Then the door opened and the Pastor came in to talk with us. We talked the best we could and then we started to pray. I remember that I asked the pastor if we could pray in German, and he said yes Jesus knows German. We prayed in German and asked Jesus into our hearts. A year later I was called into the Ministry at the age of 15.

Finishing High School I went into the US Marine Corps June of 1975 until April1981.During the six years in the Marines I got away from G-D. When my time for service was up I was Honorably discharged, then I moved to Florida, to be with my family which moved there while I was in the Marines.
In may 1983 a friend asked me to come to revival, I said not today but tomorrow. The next evening May 10 1983, I went to Revival and at 11;30PM I recommitted my life to G-D. At this time I committed myself to reading and studying the Bible and go to church when ever I could, or someone would ask me .

June 14 of that same year my Opa (Grandpa) died. I went to Mass. For the Funeral and stayed there with my brother for three months. During that time G-D was teaching me about himself. I felled I had college for 3 years. Also I found out that I was Jewish by my biological dad. Coming back to Florida I set out to learn about my Jewish Heritage.

July 27 1986 a friend of mine introduced me to her sister, it was at 7Pm and her name was Cherilyn. Three months later on the day Oct,27 1986 we got married at 5PM. She has two children from her first marriage, Angel, now 31 married to Doug ( a Police officer In Lakeland Fl. He just started this year). They have a three year old girl her name is Shelby( named after the Ford Mustang). And Jeremy who is now 25 years old. He also lives in Lakeland Fl. Also we have a son together Abraham, he is now 20, and moving out at this time. We live up here in Parrottsville Tn. We are happily married for 22 years.

May you all be as Blessed as my wife Cherilyn and me

Or more.



Your Brother in Y’SHUA
Rudolf

Das bin ich


Photography by Rudolf Buhlmann