Well, first of all, I really do not like to use the word “cult” simply because most people think it’s something evil, harmful, stealing your children and drinking Kool-Aid kind of things. Some of them most certainly are. A cult, according to the dictionary, is any organized religion. I prefer to say “another religion.”

I was drawn into another religion simply because of the lack of answers and fear that was taught to me in regards to the return of Jesus. It actually scared my socks off. Therefore when I ran into something that solved my fear, I finally jumped headlong into it. It took me 28 years to understand what I had done.

By the same token, it has given me a tremendous insight into the camp of the enemy and the deceptions that are used to deceive people into believing something that is not true. And the enemy is very deceptive, make no mistake about it. During that time, I thought I was quite informed and well-read in the Bible. I was mistaken or else I would not have gotten involved in it.

How did you leave the “cult” and convert to Christianity?

I was raised in Christianity. Over the years, I had found myself more and more on the outs with those in the religion I was in. Things didn’t make sense any longer and I was still searching when according to them the search should have been over. I moved to Nashville with my family.

A songwriter friend of mine kept urging me to come to church with him. That was quite honestly the last place I thought I’d ever find God. To appease him and get him to leave me alone about it, my family and I finally went. As we arrived, we could see the people still in the previous service and they had their arms raised and were singing. My wife was holding on to my arm for dear life and asking me “what in the world have you gotten us into.” I told her we’d sit in the back, close to the door, in the event we had to make a swift exit from the building in case they started passing snakes or killing chickens or something else.

But what occurred was that we ran right into the presence of God. I’d never felt that before. For about 2 months we kept going back to the church, sitting in the back and crying. I’d never experienced that presence before.

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