I guess I should start with day 1.
I was born on the 1st. Day of July 1955 and was given the name of Guy Alan Jungenburg. It was my mother's married name but I wasn't the son of this man. The real father's name is George Vergeront. French I guess. My mother raised me for years as a single mother. She had many different boyfriends over time trying to find a dad for me. I was only about four years old when I walked in on her and a boyfriend having sex and she said to him to "Lift up so he can see what's going on." She said she wanted me to understand so I wouldn't get into trouble when I got older. I don't want to get too graphic here but I saw everything. At such a young age, I was quite impressionable as you might imagine. I was told that this was "making love". So this little guy was running around the rest of his life wanting to "make love". I have really come to hate that term being given to something that is a beautiful expression of love, that is to happen between a man and his wife only. It is not "making love". If I seem adamant about this subject, now you know why.
So here I was, a four year old pervert wanting to have sex, thinking it was "making love". My mother had a girlfriend, who had a daughter a year or two younger than me. I liked her and tried to "make love" with her. I mean hey, I liked her. It's so disgusting to look back on. I know it was a silly child thing but I should have never seen what I had seen at that age.
I must have been almost 6 when my mother met my step dad, the man who ended up raising me. He never once told me that he loved me. I'm sure he did, but it sure could have been shown better. Those of you who are step parents please make sure your children KNOW and you TELL them that you love them.
He used to come home drunk and give me an awful bad time. For punishment he used to think nothing of beating me. I remember being kicked so hard one time that I rolled across the room and hit the wall and messed my pants in the process. Actually that happened more than once. I was hit with boards, fists and had a bag of marbles thrown at me. It hit me in the back so hard it broke many of the marbles in it. It bruised my back and broke the skin at the same time.
One time I couldn't find a wrench or some kind of tool Dad wanted and he came out from under the truck with a 12 inch crescent wrench in his hand and growled that if there weren't cars going by that he would kill me, as he shook the wrench in my face. Anyway, that's just a little to let you know the kind of loving surroundings I grew up in.
Okay, so now we have a young sexual pervert, who doesn't have a clue what real love is. Add to that, the fact that, unlike many families, we didn't go to church. My Stepdad was of the Catholic belief and my mother was Lutheran raised. There was never a copy of the Scriptures in the house. I had asked for one on my birthday when I was about 12, maybe 13. That, I made clear, was the only thing I wanted for my birthday. I never got it. It's not that I didn't get birthday gifts, I just didn't get this item that I really had a desire for at the time.
As I grew older, I had a severe fear of girls and was heavily into masturbation. I also was involved in other sexual sins. I'm very ashamed of that . No it wasn't homosexuality, it was beastiality. Not that one is any better than the other. Adultery and fornication are likewise just as evil. They are all an abomination before our Heavenly Father. Let's not forget that the Saviour said that if a man looks upon a woman to lust after her, he has already commited adultery in his heart. What was being spoken of here, was a condition of the heart. Scripturally, to be adultery it would have to be a married woman he was looking at and lusting after too. At any rate, his heart isn't right if he does this and he has sinned in his heart, so none of us can be puffed up. None of us have any right to look down our noses at anyone else. All of us are on different paths and we all grow at different rates. It isn't even necessary that we understand the other person and how they could be where they are. We just need to love and accept them. Of course we don't have to. That's our decision.
Looking back though, I had NO idea or concept of right or wrong. As I grew older I had a girl ask me to church and I just laughed at her and scoffed, saying , "There is NO God." It breaks my heart to admit that too, now after so many years of knowing Him and the LOVE that He has shown me. It really hurts.
I grew up in Wisconsin in a little town named Poynette, about 25 miles North of the capitol city of Madison. It is an area, to me, of rowdy people. We all seemed to fight at the drop of a hat. I don't like it there. I have not raised my hand against another for over 28 years now.
I tried to get out of the abusive home situation twice, by running away. Once, when I was 15 and again when I was 16. The first time I was going to go to Canada. I made it almost to the border and the Border Patrol picked me up. He said he would just keep me in jail until I told him who I was and where I belonged. It didn't seem like such a hot option either so I told him.
The second time, I left in my own car. It was the first car I ever had, bought with my own hard earned money. Anyway, I went to Ga. with a friend that time. My friend was over 18 and could have gotten in lots of trouble over it.
I had been offered, I thought, a job learning to be a wire splicer for the phone company. It was from a guy that was renting from my folks in the mobile park I helped my Dad build. He was now in GA as the superintendent of the phone line construction crew. When we got there, I had a splitting headache and the guy gave me some white lightning to take care of that. Well, it took care of the headache and we were to meet him for work in the morning. Instead of work, we got a knock on the door from the police. The guy had turned me in. We both had to stay in the local jail until our dads came to get us.
After this time of me leaving, my dad hired three guys to do the work I had been doing myself. I guess I was lazy.
Are you still with me here? I forgot to mention that Dad bought me a pipe, pipe tobacco, and tobacco pouch when I was 6 years old and told me I could smoke any time I wanted to. I'm sure he thought I was going to do it once and get so sick that I would never touch such a thing again. Well, it didn't work, because I smoked off and on from that time until our oldest daughter's 3rd birthday. That will be 20 years ago come July 20th, 2003.
What do we have at this point? A sexual pervert that had a smoking habit, liked to fight and didn't believe in a Creator. I didn't do drugs at this point. I was more of a redneck. There wasn't much I was afraid to do or try as all I was concerned with was not getting caught. I didn't have a concept of right and wrong. I know that sounds hard to believe, but I didn't. I knew NO Creator, didn't know the Ten Commandments, I had no Scriptures to guide me. I didn't have the best examples either.
After I was home a few months from my second trip away on my own, still 16, my Dad and I had a big blow out and I left under mutual consent. He gave me twenty minutes to gather my clothes and get out. I said "I don't need twenty minutes." and walked out the door with the clothes on my back. I don't remember what month that was. I just know it was Spring time.
I got a job working for a farmer for $2.00 per hour driving tractor and plowing fields. I made $ 500.00 in two weeks. I ate my lunch on the tractor and never took a break. That breaks down to 7 eighteen hour days a week. Then the guy had the brass to question me on my hours. Needless to say, that was the end of that job. I worked my butt off for him and he basically called me a liar. Not that I was above lying but I hadn't and it really ticked me off.
Then I went to live at a friend's house. He was alone at home most of the time as his parents worked out of town a lot. We went around the area stealing and terrorizing, in anyway we could, just for fun. Just a couple of nice young American boys ya know.
Then I turned 17 and could go into the U.S. ARMY. I did! On Aug. 16, 1972 I showed up for duty. I was sure I was going to die in Viet Nam and was willing to do that but by the time I got out of ARMY individual training, the war had been stopped and we were pulling out. I was sent to S.Korea instead.
I had gotten engaged to a girl in the meantime and shipped out an engaged man. I was faithful to her and wrote to her every day. I almost never went down town as there wasn't anything I was interested in. She led me to believe she was a virgin and then I get a letter from my friend with whom I raised so much trouble with, that she was going out all the time and having sex with all kinds of guys. She confirmed that she had been unfaithful and we broke up. I had no reason to not go to town anymore, so I became a whore- monger in Korea. I tried to at least be a little careful but ended up with gonorrhea anyway. That was about two weeks before I was to come back stateside. I've never been involved with a prostitute since. That experience cured me in more ways than one.
I also got involved in drugs in Korea. It's a long story so to speak, but once I tried smoking dope, and found out it wasn't like the scare flicks that I had been shown in school, I was eager to try any drug that came my way.
Kinda weird, but the ARMY had an education program there and I was able to finish Highschool in Korea. I turned 18 in Korea also.
I came back from Korea in 1974 and was sent to Ft. Leonardwood, MO. . From there I was sent temporary duty, to Camp Drum, New York. This is where I met a guy named Rob. We ended up going AWOL together. I was AWOL for 5 months and a week. Oh, and by this time I was dealing drugs too.
This may be a strange place to put this, but it is where this happened in my life. We stopped in Wisc. first, on our AWOL journey and then went to Nev. where my family had moved to. There, my Dad had gotten into a turquoise mining venture. We went up in the mountains to help him and hide at the same time.
One day, I was out on the mountain by myself. As I looked at a rock that I had picked up, it was like the rock said "How can you say that there is no God?" It was from that point on, that I would be walking along looking at a tree or something and the Spirit would say, "How can you say there's no God?" Sometimes I would just be looking at my own hand and how intricate the innerworkings were and it would be there. How about the workings of the human eye? I do believe that the Scripture is clear that the creation witnesses to us and that we are without excuse before YAHUAH.
I guess He had to speak to me on my level to start with. Rock head that I was.
Anyway, while AWOL, I was living with one of Rob's friends and his wife. His friend and I held up a small mom & pop type store. He drove and I went in and hit a guy over the head with a coffee table leg. The girl behind the counter was terrified and just gave me the money and asked me not to hit her. I don't think I could have hit her anyway but I am so ashamed of how I was. We got a whole two hundred and fifty dollars and ya know what we used it for? DRUGS. Pretty pathetic state of existence.....
Anyway, not long after that, I met a girl at a party and she encouraged me to get a job, which I did. It was a job that the brother of the guy I robbed the store with had wanted. Therefore, the guy I committed the crime with turned me in for being AWOL.
I spent 45 days in the stockade awaiting my court marshal. After my court marshal they sent me back to duty so I could get an honorable discharge. However, I was sent to a holding area where I met up with a couple of guys I knew in the stockade. One used to work in the mess hall and had gotten hepatitis. This was the first and only time I had ever been involved in shooting drugs. We shared a needle a couple of times and guess who got hepatitis? I didn't know I had it until I was at my new duty station in Fayetteville, NC.
I found out I had hepatitis and finally got to a real doctor who admitted me to the hospital immediately. Long story in between. Then, after about two weeks in the hospital I was given a convalescent leave to get better. So where did I go but back to California to get more drugs to sell and use after I was better. When I got back, I was put on light duty so I could continue to heal up.
I was in a small area with a guy named Mark Stringer. I didn't know it but he had recently become a believer himself. He had a Bible sitting at the head of his bed and I asked him if he minded if I read it. He said "Sure, fine." I read through several of the gospels and some of Acts, I think. By the time I had done that I was really under conviction about my sin. I "KNEW" I was on my way to hell and in a hurry if I didn't change.
Mark asked me if I would like to go to the Serviceman's Center for Christ and I accepted. Big stupid jerk that I was, I still had an ounce of pot on me. We witnessed an accident and I told him not to stop as I couldn't be around the police. He didn't stop and I was relieved. A few days later the Spirit of YAHUAH was dealling with me and I threw away a half pound of pot that I had left to sell and forsook the drug scene altogether. I think it was that same night that we went to the Serviceman's Center, Mark asked me if I wanted to go to church sometime. I said "Sure, how about next Sun?" We both agreed and the next Sunday was the date.
Some other guys wanted to go to the beach on Sat. so I went with them. I didn't know that they wanted to stay over night and go back to the base, after swimming on Sunday too. Well, the weather was terrible the next day and everyone decided to go back early in the morning. I got back to the barracks and here was Mark, laying in his bunk sleeping. I gave his bunk a kick and asked him if he still wanted to go to church. He sprung out of bed like you wouldn't believe. I was in my typical garb. Blue jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes.
We got to the church pretty late but not too late to hear the sermon. It was an Independent Fundamental Baptist Church. The pastor preached on repentance that day. A message the likes of which, I had never heard before, nor since, in any church.
Well the message was over and the singing began. Mark went down front and I thought that was odd because I thought he told me that he was already a "Christian". I made it through several stanzas of the song, Just as I Am Without One Plea. Then I came to the realization that they were singing to me. When I realized that I began to pray to the Father above and said "Father I want to, I want to, but I can't there are things in my life that I just can't stop doing on my own." Our Heavenly Father's Spirit spoke to me and said "That's Okay, just leave that up to me." I said "Okay Father." and that is when the floodgates were open. I felt the Spirit of The Almighty come not only upon me but also in me. I felt demons leave my body and a huge weight lifted from my soul. The cleansing power of the Spirit of YAHUAH came into me and drove the bad stuff out. Halleluyah!!!!!!!!!!!
From that day forth, the Spiritual realm has been more tangible than the physical !!!!!!!!!!!!! That was 25 May 1975. Mark and others had asked me what happened that day because I looked different . Mark said it gave him the creeps to be around me before, because he could see evil in my eyes but that was now GONE!
I also forgot to mention that when I went forward, I found out that Mark had been there praying for me with the associate pastor. When I came forward, the pastor saw me and tapped Mark on the shoulder. Mark turned around and wept. I thank him so much for taking me that day and for praying for me. I will never forget it!
I continued to study and grow in Spirit. I went forward in an invitation at one time and dedicated my life to the Father and felt led to go to Bible College in Indiana when I got out of the service. This experience of meeting my Heavenly Father happened 8 months before I got out. I went from the ARMY on one day, to enrolling in Bible College the next, for my first semester. I've never felt led to be a pastor as I don't feel led to that calling. Neither do I believe I am equipped for such. However, I have felt led toward evangelism.
After all of that dramatic work in my life, I only made it two years of my four year degree and got backslidden. I wasn't keeping my eyes on YAHUAH or His son YAHUAHSHUA. I got my eyes on working full time and trying to go to school full time and there was a girl I liked but she didn't find me interesting, I guess. Anyway, I picked up a hitch hiker and we got hanging around together. Wrong type of person to hang with when I was in a backslidden state. Instead of me influencing him for good, I got worse. We went to some guy's house who had this huge stereo system and I could literally feel the presence of demons there through the music. I never went back there. I also never really returned to school. I dabbled in drugs again but could no longer enjoy them. I also had sexual sins in my life since I became a believer. However, I haven't strayed from my marriage with my wife, nor has there been anything sexual, sinwise, outside of our marriage.
I was still being led by the Spirit when I would ask and listen and I became very convicted of sin and quit the things, SINS , that were holding me down and stopping my spiritual growth. I believe that's called repentance. The attitude, that brings about the action of turning away from sin.
However, when my wife and I met I had been led specifically to the church she was attending. I had driven all over and prayed for guidance as to where to go. Even though I was used there, it was a painful experience to go through. I can tell you more of that some other time.
Okay, then my Sweetheart and I got married, Sept. 30th, 1979. She had asked the Saviour into her heart only 10 days before the wedding.
I think it was in 1980 or 1981 that I got us involved in a tax protest movement. I met a guy, Charles Riley, that had beaten the IRS in court, based on a constitutional test case. I believed that the tax system and the IRS were illegal and unconstitutional so I joined. We both joined, as I kinda made my wife. I did let her choose though and she decided to support me in it.
The group was called the Golden Mean Society. The whole idea was to return the government to that Goden Mean between total anarchy and tyranny. Sounds like a great ideal doesn't it? After several years it was our turn to confront the IRS and I found out that the judges had been instructing juries to find the defendants as the judge said or he would find the jury in contempt of court. Well, the juries were being good sheep and no one could win anymore. The Golden Mean Society folded up and so did our legal defense fund that we had been contributing to for several years.
By the way if you ever decide to take this ride and you think you are doing fine for two or three years, think again. It takes the IRS three (3) years to even contact you for failure to file.
I also want to point out here, that if the Saviour Himself paid taxes to the very government that was used to put Him to death, then I believe I am to pay them also. You can see what I am referring to by going to Matthew 17:27 , "Peter" Kepha, was instructed to go to the sea and cast in a hook and the first fish that came up he was to take the piece of money from it's mouth and pay the tax for himself AND THE SAVIOUR. Aren't we supposed to follow the Saviour? I didn't get this until years later when I got things straightened out. (See note to the left.)
Now back to the story. Knowing there was no hope of winning, I decided to leave the area and hide in society. We lived and worked on a cash basis for years. We went to Boise, ID and the IRS papers followed us. We then went to Southern CA. to be with my oldest brother and my mother who had moved there to be with him. It was there, in the big city, that we were able to get lost in the crowd.
I changed my name out of fear of imprisonment and losing my family. Anyway, after a year in S. Cal., I said "We're going back to Idaho." Two years later we moved up and started our lives in Idaho.
After a year of just barely making it, we answered a notice on the church bulletin board for someone to manage a motel. It was my current boss. We were there for about a year managing and I was offered a job selling land. I was the backup person and ended up being really blessed. Well, I had to fill out a w-2 etc. and tax time came around. To make a long story short, I got an attorney, and got our mess straightened out with the IRS. I also made the name change legal.
Are you still with me here?
I have passed up a bunch of spiritual stuff along the way, but I felt you needed to know this too. In regard to the spiritual things, there were always things that would stick in my mind that I had been, or was being taught to believe. Things that didn't fit when I read the Scriptures. I have read through them several times, in different versions. I also have done considerable work in word studies in Hebrew and Greek.
Well, a couple of years ago we had some goats to be bred and I wanted to keep them pure-bred. I knew of these folks that had Alpine goats but they were not pure-bred. I was on my way to get a young buck from them and was thinking about not going, because I still wanted pure-bred stock. Well, I was specifically told to go anyway. So I did.
It was at these people's home that I was given the book, The Final Reformation by: C.J. Koster . I had already read parts of The Two Babylons by: Alexander Hislop. In addition, with the other things that I had been shown in the Scriptures by the Spirit of YAHUAH, it was like the final piece of the puzzle that I needed to make the connection, and REALLY UNDESTAND! I knew who the Great Whore of Rev. 17 was for quite some time but I didn't make the connection that all of the "Christian" churches were walking in her doctrine as they are daughters of the same. We need to walk in repentance and come out of her. Revelation 18:4
The polygyny issue, is the last link that I have made in understanding the deep state of depravity the Great Whore of Revelation has taken the people of our Heavenly Father to. Forced monogamy, as opposed to polygyny , cannot be justified in or by the Scriptures if taken in total and complete context in the original language. It is another deception of the Great Whore of Revelation 17.
You can look further on the site to find out what some of the other deceptions are. Everything is not there but it all takes time. Just click on the link below, www.rev18-4.org .
The important thing for me is that I know that since May 25, 1975, I have NEVER been deserted by my Heavenly Father. He is ever with me and loves me and uses me in the lives of others still. Not because of who I am but because of who He is..... Always trustworthy and TRUE.
Just so you can see and know what He's done in my life I want to share this. I have been lovingly married to the same woman for 23 plus years and I have never cheated or gone outside of this marriage for love, affection, or sex. I'm not into sexual perversion of any kind. I don't smoke, drink, party or do any drugs. My life is completely transformed for the better as I am a new creation in the Creator's hand.
In His Love,
David
