He said to me... "It's Finished"

By Johnny J Rebeck

Many times the Lord has moved me to write this book. I'm not sure why, and for a long time ignored the idea. But after I was moved to start a bible discussion at my home, I began to see the many different views of the truth and many different from my own. I couldn't help b

• Language: English
• Publisher: Expresso Publishing
• Release date: Jan 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798890903341

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He said to me……

It’s Finished

A personal experience showing the power of God’s word through drug addiction and cancer: Creating a profound relationship with God!

Johnny J. Rebeck

Copyright © 2024 by Johnny J. Rebeck.

ISBN: 9798890903334 (sc)

ISBN: 9798890903341 (e)

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Opening Statement

So many say I am different, and blessed, and not everyone can be like me. I don’t understand why they say this, but it prompted me to write this book. I look at myself as a sinner, with all the same troubles and problems that plague all Christians. I get out of bed in the morning and get dressed and I go to work like everyone else. I don’t see myself as different or special other than that I’m a child of the living God! I know I’m blessed, but no more than anyone else who serves our Lord and puts their trust in him. So why do they say these things? So, God blesses the things I do! They say that not everyone can be like me, that I’m a wise person, and that I’m educated. I seem to look at many things in God’s word differently than many around me. Strangely, most people don’t have the passion which to me is normal. Sometimes I get the impression that to some their salvation is of little importance or maybe they are just not aware of how important it is. Many may not understand what salvation is! I have never questioned my faith but always questioned my salvation. I know that we can’t get to heaven through our works, that it’s our faith in Jesus Christ. At the same time, my walk as a Christian reflects who I am inside. When I fall, I’m hard on myself, the Holy Spirit convicts me. I am also hard on those Christians around me who don’t appear to walk as Christians should walk. Though I’m not as bold as I would like to be towards things, I don’t feel are right; it still bothers me to see Christians conducting themselves improperly. I’m not judging anyone, but I do compare things around me according to the word of God. I’m not perfect by any means, but I struggle to be perfected every day. Even when writing the things in this book, tears come and I find myself saying, yes Lord forgive me, Lord. He has opened my eyes to many things recently and stirred the spirit within me. I too fall under the condemnations of the Bible many times and it hurts. I always thought I was hard on myself, but after writing this book I will be even harder on myself. I thank God for this opportunity. I hope that those who read this book don’t take everything I say personally. The things I say may not have been meant for you. For those who are convicted, I only pray that you go to the Lord on these matters. I know if the Lord can do what he did to me, and for me, he can and will do it for anyone who puts his or her trust in him. But the Christian life is not a part-time duty. It’s who we are, who God made us to be and wants us to be. From the moment we awake to the moment we sleep; we should be serving our Lord. Not grudgingly, or with murmuring, or disputing his word. We can’t pick and choose what we accept and don’t accept. Faith in God is unconditional and is evident in Christian works. The Bible says you don’t put a candle under a basket. Our light will shine in all that we say and do, showing the fruit of the Spirit in our lives. Those around us should see, without a doubt, the love we have for our father in heaven. They should see our strength and our passion in the words that we speak and the faith unmovable in God and his promises. I was raised by the Holy Spirit, without any church doctrines, without any outside influences. I was delivered from drug and alcohol addiction and diseases without the need for doctor’s treatments, therapists, or medicine. With over 20 years of study, I only know what the Holy Spirit has taught me. Everyone seems to have some excuse for my being the way I am. They say it’s because I was raised in a Pentecostal church when I was a child because I am unlearned and not taught by a teacher or that I was blessed and chosen. They try to find an excuse for my ways, like That seems to be Pentecostal, or That sounds like Baptist. Is it strange that the words I speak resemble many different denominations, and not just one? After all, were not many built using the foundation of God’s words? Yet, it seems that my understanding differs from theirs, so they feel there must be a wrong reason! But how wrong am I? In this book, I touch on some of these differences like prayer and spiritual growth and our walk as Christians and that not all will enter heaven. I try and show that anyone who desires can be taught by God. I tried to bring up questions to ask yourself. I talk about the deception that the word of God warns and how Satan has influenced our churches, the gospel that’s spread, and our lives.

This all comes from someone so unworthy, no different than you, a servant, a sinner saved by grace. I was a high school dropout, at the age of 19. I got a GED in the military at 25 only because they made me. I was a drug addict and a dealer by 27.

I will try and give a brief testimony of my life and where it all started. How God came to me and delivered me without the help of man. Maybe you can decide for yourself and understand why I am the way I am. I will try and back all that I say with his word, that you may judge my words. Even now, I don’t know what will become of what I write here. Only God knows why he moved me to do this. It could be for me alone. Only God knows! Like Paul said, I don’t seek my own, but you! ………. God bless… John

"I pray from the bottom of my heart, that those who read this book

May understand that God truly has no respect for persons.

That all those who come to him

With sincerity and pure heart can receive his blessings.

That those who want wisdom and knowledge

Can receive wisdom and knowledge

As long as they ask without wavering.

I pray a blessing on all my brothers and sisters in this world

Who love our father with all their heart, mind, and soul.

Who strive to know him as I have come to know him.

In Jesus name, amen."

Contents

Opening Statementiii

The Early Yearsviii

Leaving Home1

The Dealer4

God Intervention8

The New Life11

Even Unto Death15

A Single Parent18

Who Will Enter Heaven?24

Knowing the Truth and Spiritual Growth51

The Deception86

The Christian walk92

Prayer99

Today105

Conclusion107

About the Author113

Chapter 1

The Early Years

I was born in Detroit Michigan in 1956. I don’t remember much from back then. We were not doing well those days. I remember we lived in a run-down house on a corner lot. We lived in the upper part; the lower part was boarded up. I remember we used to kill really big rats with hammers and Mom’s high heels. They were so big they had no fear; they seemed to come right at you. Maybe it was because I was so little and I just did it that way. The only way to get into the refrigerator was to take the door off. Not a pleasant place by any stretch of the imagination. I’m not sure how long we were there. We had to move into my uncle’s basement because they condemned the building. I also remember living across from a Catholic School, in a duplex, for a while. Again, I don’t remember a lot. I know this was the last time I ever saw my real dad.

My mom remarried and we soon moved to a little house. I do remember we were one of only three white families in this area of town. This was a time when there were real difficulties. The riots between the blacks and the whites were going on near our home. I have scars those days, not just emotionally, but physically as well. One day coming back from a candy store across an overpass, only about a block away from my house, a black man picked me up and held me over the highway. I was so young, about five or six I think, I can’t remember. All I remember is the words white boy, and seeing the cars below. Thank God, he put me down and I ran home. I remember getting into fights on the way to school, sometimes having to run the alleys and rooftops just to be safe.

My stepdad moved us to a farm in Hillsdale Michigan when I was 8 years old. I have come to love him for the sacrifices he made for us. It was like going to paradise! We had 56 acres of land. We lived 5 miles outside of town, and other than the farm across the street; the next house was a quarter of a mile down the road. My mother was a Pentecostal Evangelist. I spent a lot of time sitting in churches when I was young. Being that young I had no interest in church, and no real belief, except what my mother taught us as kids. I know now that if it hadn’t been for what she taught me then, I would not have known where to turn later. Little did I know that what I learned would be what saved my life. Much of the time my mom and my dad both had to work, my dad worked a double shift to support us. What an awesome man he was. At the time seven kids were living at home. I spent a lot of time without much supervision. I could leave in the morning on a Saturday and go fishing and not return until the evening. As I approached my early teens, things started to slowly fall apart. I started getting into trouble, stealing, smoking, and doing drugs. I never spent much time in school; I would just leave and run. It got to the point I would just come and go as I pleased. Naturally, my mom and dad tried to intervene, but with little success. I was a disobedient child. I don’t blame my parents; they did the best they could for us. I believe my mother’s prayers were the only thing that kept me alive. We had a lot of animals, like on every farm. We had horses, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks and such. We had family visits, and reunions, but when these things weren’t going on, I would run. I ran away more times than I could count, sleeping in basements with friends and in fields. I started hanging with the wrong crowd and I took every drug I could get my hands on, I even tried to make drugs on the stove, anything to get high. I played music with friends, you know, the rock star wannabe. We had a large family and we were pretty close for the most part. As you can imagine I never did well in school. As I said, at 19 I was thrown out of school for carrying a gun and wound up in jail. Some of my friends and I decided to run away to California, thinking we could avoid the law. I was sure the school would press charges and I would go back to jail for a long time. We burglarized some homes and sold the items for gas money. We were caught in Kansas City and brought back to Michigan only to find out that the school did not press