Wonderful Light

By Carlos Reinjak

The book talks about my testimony what I was and what I am. A kind of autobiography talks about my story, a young man who became gang leader, drug dealer, and kill members of the rival gangs only to have a power. Met the worst people and the worst places, no respect to the police officers and we lived in confrontation.
One day through a terrible accident, I had a meeting with Jesus and my life has been transformed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jun 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496976468

Carlos Reinjak

Carlos Cesar Reinjak is a 44 year old man. He is married to Regina de Cassia Manfio Reinjak with two sons: Gabriel Francisco (25) and Carolina Regina (22). He is a degree holder in Clinical Pathology and in Theology from EETAD, SEIFA AND FAETAD and currently working as a commis chef in St. Antony College in Oxford-Uk.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/26/2014

ISBN: 978-1-4969-7645-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-7646-8 (e)

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Contents

Dedicatory

Thanksgiving

Presentation

Word Of The Author

Introduction

Chapter 1: My childhood and family

Chapter 2: Adolescents, and the first offenses

Chapter 3: What they say some scholars about the Criminal Personality

Chapter 4: First experience with the Police, and the bad friendships

Chapter 5: As I have been accepted into the neighbourhood gang

Chapter 6: From bad to worse

Chapter 7: Pact with the Devil

Chapter 8: Lies the Devil

Chapter 9: Wonderful Light

Chapter 10: Operating God who will prevent?

Chapter 11: A life transformed

Chapter 12: By fulfilling the will of God

Chapter 13: The service of the Lord Jesus

DEDICATORY

Dedicate this work to my God who has created me and that have sustained me with his strong hand.

My parents Brother Jose Carlos Reinjak (In remembrance) and Sister Oraide Melo Reinjak that I created with much love, dedication and affection, my brothers Alex and Katia, and nephews.

TO my beloved wife and companion Regina de Cassia, for his dedication and companionship in all these years that we are married, the children Gabriel and Carolina.

As my aunt Sister Ivete de Mello Davis and Uncle John, who in saddest moments of my life I had the Lord Jesus, with much love and wisdom (God be praised).

THE Pastora Odete Guimaraes (without words by such gratitude).

To my Pastors Ivail Cremasco and Jeovha Alves da Silva, for me teach the path of truth and have believed in my Ministry.

All the brothers and friends to whom it would be impossible to mention names; that God reward them powerfully in a way very glorious.

In particular the Deacon Vincent great incentive this masterpiece, my thank you very much and God be praised by his life and his entire family.

Brothers Rodrigo Perez and family, Sister Fabiana Perez and daughter Julia many thanks.

Thanksgiving

Above everything and everyone, to my eternal and loved God, who occupies the first place in my life and is the reason of my existence. Everything that I am and all that I have is through him and for him. TO thee, O (My) LORD, my deep gratitude for love me and believe in me.

Jesus, the beloved of my soul, my greatest love and my Savior. TO thee, my Lord, thank you for saving me and be my truth, my life and my path.

The dear Holy Spirit, who through many of my experiences taught me to react positively ahead the spheres of life. Thank you for inspiring me to write this Book. Thank you because I know that will give us grace to this book arrives in the hands of thousands of people in different nations.

Thank you also to all the people, family and friends who directly or indirectly supported me in various ways. You are special to God and with certainty will reward them so mui glorious. Thank you acquired this book. That is message reach and build their lives. You will bless my Ministry, and contributing to the message of the Gospel also reach other.

My God, my Saviour and my Guide, thank you very much.

PRESENTATION

This book is undoubtedly a true testament to the healing power of the Lord Jesus Christ, we read these pages and we can see who was, and who is beloved brother Carlos Cesar. When they arrived in Dourados with his whole family could see him as a great potential for the harvest of the Master Jesus.

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Me and Pastor Jeovha Alves da Silva

(Senior Pastor of Assembly Of God—Ministry Belém in Dourados—MS)

The years he was with us has always been considered a young example to others. Always dedicated, respecting all, simplicity and humility with brothers in Christ. Always carrying something indispensable for a good minister of the gospel (submissive).

I feel honoured to make the presentation of this book and know the truth of these words. Receive all my support, and my prayer is that this wonderful book will reach many homes bringing Wonderful Light shone one day in the life of our beloved brother.

Pastor Jeovhá Alves da Silva

Senior Pastor of Assembly of God-Bethlehem Ministry in Dourados-Ms, Brazil

WORD OF THE AUTHOR

Dear reader, I want to share with you some of many experiences that the Lord Jesus has given me, in the course of these 43 years of life, some painful experiences, such as, loss of some friends even very young people who had a whole life ahead, and that, if they had a home built on the truth of the Holy and Blessed Word of the Lord Jesus, maybe also were sitting here counting their own witness.

I would like to share some of the things that I saw in this life, but not to bring certain constraints to the many families involved, I decided save them myself, who knows in a future I can make larger revelations, but at the time I preferred hide them.

You can also enjoy in reading this book what God can do with a person, who had no value to society, and transforms it into a Minister of the Gospel, and make him a new creature a new being.

You’ll see that when each day coming to an end, we can expect that after the storm, a shining sun, bringing the heat. AND if we move according to the Word of God, whenever we find and live in the light, which is Jesus himself.

1 John 1:7

But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ, his son, purifies us from all sin.

I pray to God that through the person of the Holy Spirit, He will enlighten your mind and bring the found near Venice! the purpose of this book, also pray to the Lord Jesus that He reach our young people, taking them drugs from theft and the streets, as well as one day he took me.

INTRODUCTION

Idea to write this Book came many years ago, soon after my conversion to Jesus, I do recall a cult in which I was invited to give a testimony, those that everyone account of the experiences with God, it was a very hot night, we didn’t even have our meetings in a garage, in the house of the Missionary Odete ( Holy Woman of God" ), it was Friday, the church was filled, full of needy people, ready and eager for the Word of God, this church is located in the suburb of São José do Rio Preto, in the Sacred Ground inside of São Paulo, for the glory of God the Father it is to walk resisting the Fury of the enemy, because I know that there many souls come to the Lord Jesus and have their lives transformed, as well as my own, because it was there that arose the desire to write this book.

After a quick word and count how Jesus called me, at the end of that worship, a family sought me and we spoke for a good piece of time, was when sister made me the question: Why the brother does not account all this in a book? There are so many families and young people going through the same situation that you have passed, I am sure that your witness can help many people, that night welled up in my heart this desire, I said that sister, if God the doors open. After 14 long years praying and fasting in this the doors were opened.

I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. Psalms 40:1. The purpose of the Wonderful Light is bringing to the country the awareness that true education is given in the light of the Scriptures, the Word of God alone can change entire families and help them to build and rebuild homes destroyed by scars of life, and raise awareness among young people of which the family is a precious good, is she, the basis of a better future, friendships come and go, family is eternal. I pray to God that through his Holy Spirit will help you to understand the reason that led me to open the doors of my private life and put it in this book, with the objective of bringing the Word of God to your homes.

Chapter 1

My childhood and family

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My Dad Jose Carlos Reinjak

I, Carlos Cesar Reinjak, I was born in the city of São Paulo in a neighbourhood on the outskirts called Arthur Alvim (east zone of the Paulista capital), at day 06/06/1970. Member of a family composed of 3 brothers.

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Me and my mum Oraide Reinjak

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My loving Dad José Carlos Reinjak and

my mum Oraide Mello Reinjak

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My Mum Oraide Reinjak

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Photo from 1985 I was a member of the gang of Piratininga.

My mother, sister Katia, brother Alex and my dad

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Me and my brother Alex Reinjak

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My sister Katia Reinjak

My parents, José Carlos Reinjak (in memoriam) and Oraide Mello Reinjak, both of small towns in the state of São Paulo. I come from a poor family, my father was watchful of a defunct bank In São Paulo, worked much to give the best for us, my mother was devoted their time in storage of the house and taking care of the children, I am the eldest son, I have a sister (Katia) one year more new that I, and a brother (Alex) Youngest.

How many of Brazilian families my parents had dreams, because we were living in the funds of the home of my paternal grandparents, my grandfather drank too much, but I have always dealt with affection, maybe for being the first grandchild, was much loved by all, always well tidy, polite, and extremely careful with my sister, at that time there were only me and her my youngest brother had not yet born. I since small already track and understand the many difficulties that we had, especially in commemorative dates as birthday, christmas etc . . . . Friends and cousins always with the best present, I remember when my mother gave me bath and I posed seated in front of the house to wait until my father returned from work; I was anxious with the arrival from him because they always thought that it would bring some kind of toy, but when I track of empty hands pounding a certain sadness in me, but soon was rewarded, when he told me I’d get in his arms and gave me a kiss (there is not this that replace the affection of parents); I could see in his eyes the joy of being at home with the family.

Us we were living in a poor neighbourhood in the Eastern Zone of São Paulo, known as school for crook, all if they knew both the parents as the children we were all friends, very united, studied and played puzzle together, we used the weekends close to corners and spend the day playing football, adults and children playing, it was very good to see the parents with the children playing in the streets of the periphery on Sundays, something that doesn’t happen more In the days of today due to urban violence, we were led innocent who just wanted to have fun, indeed everything for us was fun.

By being very close to the high jinks of child not too long ago that appear, the more we would like to do was without doubt play football in the street, by living in a big city we had no options to not be playing in the streets of the neighbourhood; we spent the day playing ball, we were interrupted to go to school or lunch and dinner; I did not like very much to go to inside the house, since small already I felt attracted by the streets, I didn’t like to limits nor the rules that I wanted to even it was a life without responsibilities, I was always very intelligent, my mother did not understand how I went from year with the best notes without at least touching on a book to study, always I was a child very cross, and for this reason had with my uncles, mainly with my aunt Ana (younger sister of my father), she poor thing I always molest them and me defending the spanking of my country, and of some neighbours who were complaints, always saying, he is still a child let him take you this old Zé Carlos (so called my father), you had no childhood, and had not even because since early my parents had to work to help their families, once that came from poor families, worked in the crop of cotton and coffee (report of my country).

The complaints of the neighbours were so many, that the times without even being close by did not know the reason which handily left for me, once we were in the street playing, I and two more friends, we had a neighbour that was called Dona Victory (she was a Portuguese), already of a certain age, a lady, all said that she was half deaf, then I and my friends the idiom of Dona Phonograph, don’t know how and I believe that I’ll never know she discovered that we exchanged her name, every time that she spent in the we stressed to VITRÓLA, and went running. This day she passed by us, my other two friends (Sergio and Deco ) called VITROLAAAAA, she does not heard, I said to they stop because my uncle had told me that if she would hear it battery in us; they hearkened not unto me, when she was already there is a certain distance, they cried out again in a loud and good sound V I T R O L A A A A A, she stopped and looked back and returned quickly, we run for the house of our friend Sergio (in memoriam) we hide on the roof of his home, she came and rang the bell, the mother of my friend has been talking with her, she then reported the incident to The mother of my friend, she called us to ask apologize to Dona Victoria she was stopped facing the gate; passed the first, became the second and nothing; when I went pass it compassed me I tried to go under his arms, I could not, I looked up she told me acceded to a slap in the face that was a week really hurt and red.

She was not happy in my house, thanks to the Good God the only one that was there was my aunt Ana then was therefore even more every time I track, I remembered the slap and ran her before getting close and I was hiding, because I had sure that my friends would not resist and called it VITRÓLA. We were children and just wanted to have fun. Not all neighbors encompassed, as your alligator for example, he hated when we football on the street, if the ball was in the backyard of the house he gambled on him with a knife; and the present that I wore was more ball, by being a this cheap, my uncles they gave me always; and every time the ball went to the backyard it wouldn`t come back, once we combine, every time that the ball drops in the backyard of his home he flinches, then already that he flinches as we donate a prejudice to him? Let’s kick the ball well strong to break the window glass in the room; all agreed, I don’t remember who gave that kick, more by misfortune our, he was lying down on a sofa that was below the window, the window if they spread through the room and above him, went out running around our houses, he was and complained only to my father, I grasped for never more forgotten.

My father was very severe, everything for him was in strap and punishment, my father did not talk and often collecting without knowing why. For this reason I would advise the parents, very careful when correcting their children; for whoever knocks in excess errs.

The Bible gives us the right to correct our children because it says in Proverbs 22:6. Train up a child in the way he should go: and when his old, he will not depart from it instruct is the same that teach, show, help, the country must commit to teach and discipline their children of So pleasing to God, if you first do not teach will be much more difficult fix it. How many homes destroyed because there was no dialog between the members of the family.

My father, in addition to beat me (deservedly) left me punishment, could only leave the house to go to school, since earlier I already showed me be a child rebel; and that would give many sorrows to my parents, through this punishment I started to me interested in movies, at that time he spent many movies about martial arts; he who does not remember the Bruce Lee and his films of fight?. What enchanted me, after the films I freeze in my room and made or attempted in my imagination repeat those blows into my pillows, had created an imaginary world inside of me; films of spaghetti westerns, horror, gangs, got hours of night watching these films. Was born within me an instinct for violence, I felt that something strange was going on, some kind of change, thoughts bloody, admired only evil, watched the movies and then I freeze in my room and in my world I was the greatest fighters, best assailants from bank, leader of the worst gangs, all this in imagination, I spent the most not wanting to leave the house, my life was for television, I spent not more respect my parents, I felt untouchable, that imaginary world started to affect my real world; as my father worked the whole day he didn’t realize, thought that it was something of a child, until the moment that my mother began to notice some different attitudes For me, as for example, not wanted more playing in the street with friends, playing football, finally everything that a normal child liked to do.

Arrived from school ran to the front of the TV, looking for movies, when I wasn’t passing I even created them in my room, there I was the powerful, said inside of myself, when I grow up I will have a gangs feared and I’ll be the boss, everyone will respect me, I’ll have two revolvers, I rob banks, and whom I face I`ll kill, my gang will be the most violent of all.

See the text of Psalms 101:3a what he says: "I will set No wicked thing before mine eyes . . . ." My mother was recounting everything to my father, he instead of talk with me to see what was happening, he beat me more, and with this, a hatred began to grow inside of me, I have spent to hate my father to the point of facing it, it had already lost the respect for themselves, do not tallied more my parents, my father began to experience problems with my grandmother and my aunt Ana, they do not let me correct, my father said that I was a child and that everything would pass (they were deceived).

Powerfully a life with many difficulties, and to make matters worse, the Bank that my father worked closed, with the money of terminating my father decided to invest in their own business, rode in the backyard of the house a mini factory of Blocks, but, as we needed an immediate return the business was not forward. Although dwelt with my grandparents, we do not singling out of having to pay the bills, such as rent, water and light, commitment monthly; with the lack of money and have that honour the commitments, began our life of pilgrim.

We moved to the interior of Sao Paulo for the city of São José do Rio Preto, relatives of my mother lived in this city, my parents had the hope that everything would go well, and that we were going to have a better life; we live in various neighbourhoods in the city, but what most struck me was the neighbourhood Saint Jude Thaddeus.

My father rode a grocery store, everything was going well with the business, my father had two cars, I loved him when I asked him to give laps with me on the block only to show my father and the car to the friends (sweet remembrance), he had one way half truculent member but was always a loving father, everything that he did was for family, maybe by education that had not had a lot of patience in dealing with certain situations of child; because he even told me that you couldn’t have children, because all they had to work very early, the difficulties were many, even to go to school, my paternal grandfather drank too which has brought serious consequences for family, he died with liver cirrhosis (disease caused BY alcoholism, inflammation or sclerosis of the liver).

My mother an excellent housewife, daughter of a shoemaker, my grandmother housewife; that with much effort has been able take care of the children very well, because my grandfather was a father absent, always on the tables of games and