Hello,I would like to introduce myself,my name is John Foshee.I reside with my family in Zanesville,Ohio with my wife Lin.We have one daughter, three wonderful grandchildren,a cat,and one dog. My wife Lin is a busy homemaker,who spends a lot of time with the grand- kids.During the winter months,she homeschools our grandchildren. Lin and I were married in 1969,at The Redeemer's Church in Columbus,Ohio Our one and only child,Angel was born September 1970. I hold my ministry license through "Revival For America Ministries,Inc." in Zanesville,and I also have Ordination credentials through,Saint Luke Evangelical Christian Ministries in Georgia.I am registered with the State of Ohio to preach the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ with authority to con- duct marriages and funerals. I have been through many trials and illnesses in my life,both physcial and mental.I know what my God can do in a person's life if they will submit themselves to His Word,submit to the infilling of His Holy Spirit,and by killing the deeds of the flesh. Notice:My dear wife Linda went to be with Jesus on May 21,2002 |
About Us |
Hello,I would like to introduce myself,my name is John Foshee.I reside with my family in Zanesville,Ohio with my wife Lin.We have one daughter, three wonderful grandchildren,a cat,and one dog. My wife Lin is a busy homemaker,who spends a lot of time with the grand- kids.During the winter months,she homeschools our grandchildren. Lin and I were married in 1969,at The Redeemer's Church in Columbus,Ohio Our one and only child,Angel was born September 1970. I hold my ministry license through "Revival For America Ministries,Inc." in Zanesville,and I also have Ordination credentials through,Saint Luke Evangelical Christian Ministries in Georgia.I am registered with the State of Ohio to preach the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ with authority to con- duct marriages and funerals. I have been through many trials and illnesses in my life,both physcial and mental.I know what my God can do in a person's life if they will submit themselves to His Word,submit to the infilling of His Holy Spirit,and by killing the deeds of the flesh. Notice:My dear wife Linda went to be with Jesus on May 21,2002 |
MY TESTIMONY |
I was born in Zanesville,Ohio on May 30,1950,to John and Betty(Smith) Foshee.I have a younger brother named D.My parents were not Christians,until the last few years of their lives.My mother got very ill when I was only two years old.At that time she was admitted to the Columbus State Hospital for Schizophrenia.She was there 6 months and then sent home, cured.Back then they did not know much about that kind illness and didn't have the miracle drugs of today. About six months later,my mother was again admitted to the same hospital.This, I'm sad to say was a way of life for me and my younger brother for years and I mean years.We spent half a year if we were fortunate with out mom and dad,and other half split up with grandparents, or other relatives. This seperation caused different things to happen to my brother and I when we were growing up.When I was in my early teens I started picking on my brother constantly,by hitting him,calling him names.He got so mad at me once he got a bigger friend of his to beat me up.As I look back,I don't blame my brother for doing that,I made his life hell in the early sixties. Backing up a few years,when I was nine years old,I remember going to a friends house to play,my friend had a big house,and a barn out back that we boys liked to play in.But one night when I was there some friends of my friend came by.We were in the barn and the new boys held me down and sexually molested me. A nine year boy,especially in the late fifties,knew nothing about sexual matters.All I knew what they did to me was dirty and its wasn't fun.I believe when this happens to a child,the devils floodgates are opened wide in a childs life,and all kinds of evil spirits start to operate in their young lives. During the next two or three years,I was molested by two other older boys I seemed to draw these boys to me like a magnet.I never told a soul about what happened to me back then,not even my parents.I held this in for many sad years. I remember once while fishing with my dad and brother,I had what I call a nervous spell,this was the same year my first molestation happened. I now know the spell was a dis-association attack.They make you feel like you are loosing your mind.You may be playing or talking and then all of a sudden you feel like you just woke up from a dream and wonder where you are and why are you here? After living with my sick mother,I would hear horror stories she would bring home from the hospital,telling about her being hooked up to shock treatment machines,and the thorizine she would have to take to make her feel better.They were not going to put me in any hospital and do them horrible things to me! I told myself again,I will never tell anyone about what those boys did or my attacks,ever! Now foward to where I started picking on my brother.Life was a real strug- gle for me back then,I know now that I was in a constant depression that lasted for years.It was a beginning of a full fledged nervous breakdown. When I was 16 my dad talked me into seeing my mothers doctor.Just like I feared,he wanted me in the local hospital,but I said no way,and my dad would not force me to go,and so it ended there.But even then I didn't tell the doctor about the thing with the boys. He put me on strong tranqulizers,that kept me doped up and really feeling weird and detached. During junior hight school I was home more then at school.I remember the teachers thinking I was lazy and not wanting to learn.Nothing was farther from the truth.I tried out for sports,but because of the constant feeling of hopelessness and depression and now panic spells I could never make the grade.Also during this time my mom would wake me in the middle of the night,telling me demons were all around me. I started living with my maternal grandparents.At their home I felt loved and accepted.My grandmother belived in God and read the bible.One of my grandma Smith rules was I had to go to church,it was there a few years earlier I accepted Jesus into my heart,it was at a Free Methodist Church and it was during vacation bible school,I still remember,the somber face of one of the teachers asking,"does anyone want to be saved today?" I eagerly went downstairs to a sunday school room and and said the sinners prayer.But I believe I was really saved before that,just a few months earlier,I would stay up all night and read a New Testiment my other grandmother(Foshee) gave me.As I read the four gospels,I started feeling something down inside,down in my heart.It started changing the way I looked at things,my thoughts started to change. My grandma & grandpa Smith were more elderly then my fathers parents and they slept downstairs,and I had both upstair bedrooms to myself.I remember praying to God,while kneeling by my bed,and feeling what I know now is the presence of God.It seemed all I had to do was pray and Jesus was there with me.It felt so good,and still does after all these years. I knew for the first time that someone really cared about me and loved and wouldn't hurt me in any way.I was so glad that God came into my life but I didn't know what lay ahead.Finally when I was 16,I started getting worst. When I would go to bed,my head would be spinning and the family doctor would prescribe sleeping pills,but they would not help. I completely dropped out of high school,my days a nights were topsy- turby,I slept during the day,when I could.I would have nightmares,in them I would see the devils ugly face,with very long teeth,laughing at me,In the nightmare,I would be looking in a mirror,then my face would fade away and the devils face would appear,again and again. This horror life continued for two years,I would go out of the house very often and if I did, never out of my grandmothers yard.I thought I was going insane and going to die.Almost everynight in the middle of the night,my little eighty some year old grandma would put her withered hand on my head a pray,"Jesus please heal this dear boy". Other nights she would call my uncle Leo, he lived in town,He was a apostolic preacher,and he would come in rain or snow and pray for me. Or my Aunt Grace,Leo's sister,would pray for me over the phone,she had the gift of prophecy,and still does now in her mid eighties. The Lord would give me something to hold on to during those fear filled nights and days.I would try to read the bible and pray,and read scriptures about Gods love and about healing.One of my first ones was in 2 Tim.1:7, "For God has not given us a spirit of fear,but of power,and of love,and of a sound mind." My aunt sent me books by a well known healing preacher,and I started reading them and applying the principals of healing to my life.By faith I would set a date for my healing,and I never gave up believing God would bring me out of it.Then I would have a good day,then another,and another, and very slowly,God started to bring me out of that nervous breakdown! It left me still with a great fear of going away from home.Then the Lord laid in on my Aunts heart in Columbus to open here home to me and take me in.I went to her church(The Redeemers Church). I received the bap- tism of the Holy Spirit,and was baptisted in water for the first time. Church was the only place I could go,but little by little God gave me the courage to go to the store with my uncle,and in a few months I had my very first job,at a christian's car dealership.Things were better but I still had problems everyday,but God got me through them. I worked at the dealers,used car lot,and the manager and salemen were Christians.I meant Richard Jasper a go-lucky ex-air force,born-again Chistian,he was the head saleman at that lot.I remember one particular day,I was really going through a battle and Jasper(which every one called him) got the manager and some other christians who just happened to come by,got me,and they encircled me and laid hands on me and prayed for me right there in the lobby of the used car office. God was always there for me.I hardly ever missed a day of work,and I worked six days a week.I was still on those tranqulizers,they would make me feel so hungover.They would make my eight hour work days seem like 24 hour work days.Then one day during lunch hour ,I went home and flushed them down my aunts toilet. Later,I told the doctor what I had done and how Jesus was in my life,and that I wasn't coming back,and I never did. Continued...click next.. |
