As you know millions of Christians have suffered throughout the ages serving Jesus. I know many have died in lion pits and burned at the stake as casualties of the Invisible war, so my suffering is little compared to the martyrs of Christiandom. I too have suffered and hazarded my life for Jesus. I cannot tell at once the whole story, but my life is a complete failure and a mess because I followed the God of Israel into a gigantic hole and it keeps getting deeper and deeper. Only the Lord knows what I have suffered in HIs name. I am an outcast and a failure in life because of the Lord, but like the prophet Jeremiah I remain strong. My life suffering is a combination of St. Job, St. John the Baptist and Paul and my unique battle against Satan and his smoke, where Satan counterfeited the name of the God of Israel and Jesus Christ and led me into a gigantic hole. I am an outcast, but I am also the Herald of Jesus Christ for the S. Coming. Despite the lies the Pastors of todays church's are telling us that if we follow Christ and God, our life will be easy and come up roses, the truth is the more I followed Christ, the worse my life became. The message of today's Church is a complete treachery to all Christians who suffered and suffer today. I suffered infirmites from frog demons, ( but the Lord healed me), I suffered stage 5 kidney failure from lithium ( but the Lord healed me), I suffered homlessness ( but the Lord gave me a home), I suffered hospitalization in mental hospitals and numerous other problems I cannot mention or remember. But the worst of it is the "smoke" from Satan where I cannot communicate with God because Satan gives me voices, dreams, and visions as God, instead of the real God everytime I pray. But despite the "smoke" of Isaiah 14:31, and 1/3 of the fallen angels ( billions of them) and despite thee Satan and antichrist poltergeist angel, I was able to welcome the Lord like John the Baptist. Thats a feat I have from the Lord that I can be proud of, and I thank Jesus Christ. I believe the Lord at the end will be kind to me like St. Job.