Personal Stories

Pastor Prince, a few years ago, God brought you to my attention during one of the darkest years of my life.

I became a Christian when I was studying in university. One year after graduating, I married my wife who was attending the same church as I was. God blessed us with 2 boys in our first 3 years of marriage. But life was not easy during those years. The devil kept blocking us from seeing the truth, love, and grace of Jesus Christ. My family struggled spiritually and financially.

I have been a Spirit-filled Christian attending Spirit-led churches for thirty years. I never strayed from the Lord in those years and always considered myself a committed Christian. But about three years ago, I lost my job as a chemist in a pharmaceutical company.

Pastor Prince, your ministry has helped me in ways beyond my imagination. My elder sister, Pooja, was the one who introduced me to your teachings. She had experienced the love of Jesus and I accepted Jesus partly due to her experience.

My car had broken down on the highway, so I had to leave it at the dealership after it was towed there. It was still under warranty. The service advisor called to tell me the repair would cost more than US$3,400. When I asked the dealer if the repair was under warranty, he said no.

I have been dancing for 8 years and am currently training to make dancing my professional career and dance with a company. Last year, I decided to take on more advanced and rigorous training. I began to take classes at another studio in addition to the studio I had already been attending.

Pastor Joseph Prince, 6 years ago, my life was a disaster. I was forced to divorce my wife and to break up with my family and friends. I was at the lowest point in my life. I had a lot of financial debts, and I was addicted to pornography and smoking. I was completely alone without my family and friends. There were many days where I didn’t have anything to eat in the evening because I had no money.

I used to attend a church in Perth, Australia but never truly felt that I belonged there. Growing up, I always had a void in my life due to the bullying I experienced, and the absence of my parents as I was in boarding school, and also their expectations of me to excel in my studies.

As a young girl, I believed no one, including my family, liked me. Once I drew a picture of myself being attacked by demons. I drew Jesus standing off to the side and watching me in disappointment as I struggled under the weight of the attacks. I believed He could help, but I also believed the weight was mine to bear. I thought only when I overcame the struggle that Jesus and I could move on.

I had been raised by a cruel and abusive father who was mentally unsound and incredibly legalistic. I spent my childhood fearing him and struggled desperately to be loved. By the time I was a teenager, my self-esteem was incredibly low. I thought I was hideously unattractive, stupid, and a burden to anybody I met.

My children had been taken away from me in 1983. Their mother married another man who adopted my children, and they tried to prevent me from seeing them again.

I was raised as a believer but was taught some limiting beliefs. I believed if I was trusting God for something and sinned, spoke negatively about it, or got in strife with someone, that would end my “faith walk” of trusting God for my breakthrough, and I had to start back at square one. I also believed that if my breakthrough took time or wasn’t happening, it was because my faith wasn’t enough.