I was in a Cult

So often times I get the question, What fuels J D C? How did J D C come about? What’s the story behind the man and his music? At this point I just give a sly smirk and slightly chuckle because this wards off the potential tears, and emotion that rush me without warning. My story…….my pain……my test and trial are not so common. Suffering is something I will always harp on and never discourage because in this life pain, anguish, discomfort seem to always get the attention of the subject that has found itself lost, misguided or at rock bottom. I found myself standing in front of a brick wall spiritually.

I grew up a church boy, drumming my little heart away thinking I would play my way into the pearly gates of glory until I started seeing patterns that were not becoming. I began to wonder why the churches weren’t what the bible described them as, why people still had struggles Jesus said he could take away, why after 20 long years of shouting and revivals I still couldn’t tell you the difference from God the Father & Jesus Christ, I was seeking for answer and none of the people around could help. I moved to another city in solitude to seek God as the prophets did in the wilderness……..there began my journey to faith. I met a gentleman named AJ who had multiple gifts, he preached a very lively message of solely trusting in Jesus for all things and it was very encouraging. There i began to seclude myself. I sought to be what God wanted me to be, my heart was so pure but in time things changed. I was slowly coherrced to cut off connections with family, friends and even myself. My love for God and desire to be used of God was played against me. Call it stupid of you will but if you’ve ever experienced a supernatural movement you’d understand why i was willing to give all these things up. I believed God was the 1st and last, an frankly all I would need. I gave up electronics, food, money, friends, liberality serving this man who called himself the Apostle as did the men in scripture for the Apostles and Jesus Christ. Mentally I was flourishing, physically i was lost.

The business of the ministry was selling homemade novelties like Candy Apples, Boiled Peanuts, Peanut Brittle, Snow Cones and little things of the sort. We stood outside Wal-Mart stores, Grocery Stores like Harvey’s, Winn Dixie and also department stores like K-Mart as well and sold to common people. I traveled hours a day to set up our stand and we slaved believing it be a sacrifice of service hoping God would see it and we soon receive the gift of God. We were taught that in this physical service our love for the ministry showed our love for God, not just verbally but actions confirming it. 3.5 yrs later I realized i was being used, I saw attributes of hatred, people of the ministry had become vain, fighting each other to impress the so called Apostle no  longer in love with God. All the women had been separated from men, their husband left them they’d gone back into what was called the world. The women all became pregnant by this man who called himself “Man Of God”. I realized I had outgrown this, pain I felt no more, I had cried so much there were no more tears. I learned that it was with trickery he manipulated multiple souls to join this false ministry, give all there substance and become stripped of everything and when the reality comes that this ministry is not what its cracked up to be they can’t leave! They’ve been isolated from loved ones and friends so long they’re ashamed. Out of the loop, not current with anything, credit gone bad, hope slaughtered, Women impregnated afraid to fight embarrased to present another life to the family, even more fearful because he will try and curse them with death, men worried, dumbfounded as to how they would explain their mistake. I looked up after 3 longs years and realized that God had loved me all along.

I walked out the gate of that property knowing I had suffered what most people could not dare fathom. I was what some would call a military jarhead. I should’ve gone crazy but I understand now what it means to be kept, what it means to be healed…..ok so i’m dragging on more than I planned but you get the gist of this, I have been made , tried and perfected to carry the weight appointed to me. I am JUSTIFIED & DEFINED by CHRIST!!!



2 thoughts on “I was in a Cult

  1. Awesome testimony lil brother! I thank God that you’re safe and sound now! Trust you had a lot of loved ones praying for you! Sooo glad you’re back! Continue to let HIS light shine through you! Love you!

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