ARGod Touched MeA young man recounts his amazing journey from earthly bondage to freedom and joy as he comes to know the one true God, Jesus Christ.A testimony by Vuthy Nol-Mantia of the many obstacles he overcame to find the truth. Through God's mercy his family was led to recognize the almighty Lord and free themselves from the grasp of Satan.
In the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ I testify. I was born in Cambodia, and I came to the
United States in 1981, when I was nine years old. From 1975 to 1979 there
was a genocide in Cambodia: out of 6 million people, 3.5 million died
during those years. Every day, people died from starvation or execution—even
my relatives and my loved ones. I always asked myself, what kind of God
created people, and then allowed them to die like that? How can this God
be a good God? Can’t He see that all these people are dying?
After I came to this
country, I started having nightmares. It was the same nightmare every
night. Five evil spirits would grab me: two of them would tie my hands,
two of them would tie my feet, and one would choke me. I was so afraid of
going to sleep. Growing up, I worked two or three jobs because I didn’t
want to sleep. All this time, I was so fearful and lonely. When I read the
Buddhist sayings that the world is full of suffering, I really believed
I had been seeking
the truth and looking for God all my life, but I still felt so lonely in
my heart. I said to myself, life must be better than this. In college, I
went to parties where I saw people dancing, drinking, and having so much
fun. I said, wow, this is what happiness is, huh? So during my first and
second year in college, I went out and I drank and I danced. When I went
to parties, I would get up on the stage and dance like crazy. People would
yell my name, “Vuthy! Vuthy!” But I couldn’t find happiness.
Finally, I said to myself, this isn’t the way.
I almost flunked out
of school my sophomore year. When I realized what was happening to me, I
settled down a little bit during my junior year, but I still felt so
lonely. I thought that maybe, when I get out of college, I’ll get a job
and make some money, and that will make me happy. But after I graduated
and got a good job, my heart still felt empty.
Searching for the Truth
I was still
constantly searching for the truth all this time, but without any success.
For a while I went to a Christian church, where I was baptized for the
first time. But God didn’t move me and I didn’t see God in that
church, so I left. After that, my mother took me to a Greek Orthodox
church where I was baptized the second time. But I fell asleep every time
I went there, because they spoke in Greek and I couldn’t understand what
they were saying.
After I left this
second church I said to myself, forget it, God doesn’t exist. I just
focused on working at my agency. One of the women who worked there belongs
to the True Jesus Church. One day she saw my Bible on my desk and asked me
to attend a Bible study. I thought, why not, I have nothing to lose, and
went to the Bible study. At the end, when they knelt down and prayed in
tongues, I was really scared.
One of the sisters
must have been praying for me, because the next week I couldn’t wait to
go to Bible study. At that meeting, I felt God move me. I started going to
Bible study, and then I started to attend church services regularly. I
felt that God was there, even though we gathered in only a prayer house. I
started to pray sincerely every night because I felt the movement of God.
Every biblical teaching that I learned and followed came true.
God Touched Me
One night when I was
sleeping, God’s power came over me and said, “Vuthy, get up and pray.”
So I said, “okay,” and I started to pray.
I said, “Hallelujah,”
and this power came into me, and I started to speak in tongues. I started
to weep from joy because I felt so much love and mercy from God. This was
the first time I felt joy in my heart, and I knew it was from God. During
that prayer God made me realize what kind of a person I was, and all the
sinful things I had done in my high school and college years.
While I was praying,
God moved me to say, “Turn to 1 Peter.” I didn’t even know where 1
Peter was in the Bible. So I got up, switched on the lights, and turned to
1 Peter, chapter 1. As I was reading, the words of God came alive, almost
like they were three-dimensional. Every word came to me like it was
living, and it really touched me.
A few days later, my
nightmares came back again. I hadn’t had those nightmares in a couple of
years. They were the same five spirits, and this time they were choking me
especially hard. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t
scream. But I said, “in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,” and they
I asked the brothers
and sisters in church why I still had nightmares despite having received
the Holy Spirit. They asked me if I had any idols in my house. I did have
a little gold Buddha head, and they told me that I had to throw it away.
So in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I flushed it down the toilet.
The next night I had
another nightmare, but this time there was only one spirit. This big,
black spirit was choking me, and I couldn’t see its face. It really
scared me because this was something new. I said, “in the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ,” and I started choking the spirit back. I turned the
spirit over on my bed, and I saw that its face was corroded and full of
worms. Then suddenly, it disappeared.
Again I asked the
sister at church why I still had these nightmares. I didn’t know what
was causing them; I didn’t think I had anything else in my house. She
said that I should check again. So I searched and searched, and finally I
found another Buddha head that my mom had given me a long time ago. I had
forgotten that it was in my jewelry box. So again in the name of the Lord
Jesus Christ, I flushed it down the toilet.
My Father's "Practice"
After I was baptized
in the True Jesus Church, I started to tell my father about God. My father
is seventy-three years old. Ever since he was a young man in Cambodia, he
has always practiced witchcraft. It was known all over his town that no
one could kill him by shooting or stabbing. When I was a child I felt
proud of this, but I didn’t really believe it.
When my family came
to the U.S. in 1981, we were terribly mistreated. Our house was burned
down twice. The second time, my father went outside and started fighting
with the arsonists. One of them tried to hit my father with a baseball
bat, but my father put his hand up and broke it in half. After that, I
started to believe that my father really did use witchcraft.
The first time my
father went to a Christian church after he came to America, he became so
sick that he almost died. His “spirit master” of witchcraft warned him
that he would kill him if he continued to go to church. So from 1981 until
1999, my father never went to church.
In June 1999, I went
fishing with my father. By then, I’d been regularly attending services
in the True Jesus Church. I really believed that God exists and I felt His
love. So I said to myself, this is a great opportunity for me to talk to
my father about God. I told him, “I’ve never asked you to do anything
in my entire life. But I’ve found God, and I want you to come to church
only five times. If after five times you don’t feel anything, you don’t
ever have to come back.” He agreed, “Okay son, I’ll do it for you.”
That same night, my
niece was in my father’s room. Suddenly, she started screaming, “Grandma,
grandpa, someone’s trying to kill me!” My father looked around and
there was no one there. Then he realized that it was his spirit master
again. He told me about it the next day, but I told him not to worry
because God is all-powerful, and only He can take away life.
Getting Rid of the Old
The next Friday at
Bible study, I asked the brothers and sisters what I should do about all
the Buddhism paraphernalia in my father’s room. They advised me to pray
and to remove it, but who would dare go into his room and remove all of
it? My father wouldn’t do it, and I didn’t have enough faith to do it
myself. So the only thing we could do was pray.
Thank God, my father
came to church that Saturday. After the prayer, I asked him how he felt.
He said, “I felt cold and full of chills.” I thought, that doesn’t
sound right. Sure enough, I found out that he was wearing a big Buddha
head around his neck. So I told him, “That’s the problem, you need to
get rid of that. You need to get rid of all the other things in your room,
too, if you really want to pray to God.”
So with God’s
help, my father removed all his Buddhism paraphernalia (including his
necklace), and he began to pray every night.
A New Life
The next Sabbath, my
father came to church and knelt down to pray again. I had never described
to him what the Holy Spirit felt like. After the prayer, he said that he
felt this tingling all through his body, and it felt really good. I really
During that same
week, my father’s left leg began to hurt so badly that he couldn’t
even walk. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him. On the
way to church he said to me, “If your God is the true God, let Him heal
my leg.” So I thought, “We have him, Lord.” My father is a man of
his word. I knew that all we would have to do was to have faith and pray,
and God would heal him.
His leg hurt for a
week, and then one night he woke up crying from the pain. The minute he
got up, he felt this power from his foot all the way to his knee, and he
was able to walk. He called and told me about it, and I was so joyful. The
brothers and sisters at church had prayed really hard for him.
On our way to the
next Sabbath service, he told me, “Son, I will follow your faith; I have
already told your mother that I will follow your faith and follow your
God.” I really thank God. My father has practiced Buddhism all his life,
just like his grandparents and great-grandparents before him. For him to
believe in God and come to church is a miracle.
Now my father,
mother, and brother are attending Sabbath services regularly. God’s love
and mercy is beyond my imagination. When we pray with sincerity and faith,
everything is possible through God. May all the glory and praise be unto
our Lord Jesus.