Zana's Story

Zana'a amazing conversion story.  He meets an angel on a bus home from Prison

It all started in late 1980’s when I was detained by the Iranian police for no reason. They thought that I had some connections with Kurdish political parties that were opposing the Islamic Republic. I did not have any connection with any political party or anything of that sort. Months went by without them even letting my family know where I was. Finally, the day came when I was brought into court. The Judge asked me three questions that were asked of many people: 

What is your name? -- I said Zana. 

What is your ethnicity? -- I said I am a Kurd. 

What is your religion? -- I said that I am a Sunni Muslim. 

I was taken out of the court, thrown back into my cell and I was beaten all night. Next morning, they put me on a bus headed back to Mahabad, my city in Kurdistan. On the bus, I was sitting next to a man. He opened his bag and took out a sandwich which was wrapped in newspaper. I was very hungry since I had not eaten regular food in almost six months. I did not want to look at his food but I just couldn't stand the smell of the kabobs. He turned around and asked me if I would like one. Without hesitating as we usually do in Iranian culture, I asked for one. Instead of one, he gave me two out of the three that he had with him. I asked for his name and he said that his name was Yacub. I had never heard that name before. So I asked, "What kind of name is this?" He said "Hebrew". "Ahh, so you are a Jew?" I asked back. "No, I am a Christian", he said. I had heard a lot of negative things about Christians in the Quran so I did not want to get into a conversation about Christianity. But something inside me made me wonder why he believed in it (Christianity)? I asked if he believed that Jesus was the son of God. The answer was yes. How could God have a wife? How could God have sex? He started explaining that to say that God had sex with Mary is the greatest sin. But rather Jesus is the son of God in a spiritual way and not like the way we are born. 

And we never say that God ever had a wife, we believe in a holy God. I wanted to stop the conversation and begin a different subject. I could not think of any other subject, so I asked him why he was going to Kurdistan. He said that a friend needed some help with something. I asked for his name he said Zana. That was my name. But I thought it was a different person. He opened his bag and very quietly gave me a Bible. He put it in my bag. He knew that if someone saw him with that book it could cost him his life. I asked what it was. He told me that I would find out later. 

We got to Mahabad and I got off the Bus before he did. I got my bag and was waiting outside for Yacub (Jacob) to come off, but the bus was empty and he still had not come out. I went to the driver and asked him where the man sitting next to me had gone? To my astonishment and confusion he said, "There was no man sitting next to you." Was I crazy or what? I said maybe I was dreaming. But I still had the taste of the sandwich in my mouth. I still had the book in my bag. What was Yacub? Who was he? Why didn't he go to his friend's house? Then I remembered that the friend's name was Zana and only then realized he meant me. I went home and found my mom in the house crying. She was so surprised and happy to see me. I asked what had happened since I had been gone. I found out that soldiers were looking for me and that she was raped by a Jaush (Kurdish for "traitor"). When I heard that, I felt like somebody was hitting me in the back with sticks. I went to my room and wept like a baby. I could not believe that this really had happened. 

That night when I asked for my older brother Hasan at dinner, they all started crying. They told me that he was hanged. I felt like the food was going through my back. I could not eat. I got up and went to my room for some more weeping. I felt like the whole world was on my shoulders and I felt like I was carrying the rocks. I had nothing to do, so I took out the book and started reading. After reading the first chapters of the book of Genesis, I went to read the Injil. I started reading the book of Matthew. I was surprised. I had never seen anything like this. I stopped at chapter ten and just went to bed. I still could hear my Mom and sister crying downstairs. The neighbors came to cheer them up and talk to them. Next morning life was normal, so I went and visited my brother's grave. Life became normal again until one night in my dream Yacub appeared and told me that I must leave my country. I knew something was up so I went and hid at a friend's house. I did not want to leave the country; I loved it. 

Sometime after, I sneaked back to my house at night and discovered that soldiers had been in my house and they were looking for me. Now this time, it was my sister that was raped by the soldiers for no reason. My brother who was executed had some ties to the Kurdish political parties. But what had I done wrong, or what had my sister done wrong? Is this what they call an Islamic Republic? All I could think of was suicide. But I would now leave so many people behind. If it was not for my family I would have killed myself. I knew that Yacub was telling me something. 

But what? Help me Yacub; what do you want me to do? I went to my room and packed whatever I could because I was going to leave the country. I took the Bible with me and headed for the mountains crossing the boarders into Iraq. I stopped in the middle of nowhere for a rest. I took out my book and read in it. When I came to Matthew 11:28 "Come to me all who are heavy laden and weary and I will give you rest," I was shocked and did not know what to think because the book kind of read my mind. It had what my heart longed for. I found what I was looking for. I found what met my personal needs. Right there in the middle of the night I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I couldn't believe the changes that were happening inside of me. I felt a kind of peace that could not be expressed by words. I was relieved. I could feel all of the weight that I felt on my shoulders coming off. I now understood God and what he was like. It was a good thing that I did not commit suicide. The Lord had a plan for me. I now knew who Yacub was -- an angel. It was very hard to believe. I myself found it hard to believe. But an angel would be the best answer. 

I now forgave all of those that done wrong to me. Instead of cursing, I prayed for the salvation of the people who had beaten me in prison. I am grateful for having such a wonderful experience. My sincere prayer is that God Almighty will show you the truth. I am willing to help you find the truth. I can be reached at the following address: Masihim@yahoo.com

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“I have four specific recordings of angels singing in church settings,” Jim Bramlett of Lake Mary, Fla., told WND. “It happened supernaturally. There’s no other explanation. It’s either from God or from the devil, and I don’t think the devil is in the business of worshipping Jesus. That is not in his job description.”
Bramlett, 76, collected the tapes from various sources in recent years, and has now put them on his ChoicesForLiving website, where readers can click on several links to listen to three recordings made in the U.S., and one from China.
The Feb. 6, 1996, recording at the Greater Grace World Outreach Church in Baltimore, Md., starts off with a woman playing a piano, and gradually, accompanying voices are heard in the background. Bramlett described them as “beautiful voices of beings who were not in the service.”

Jim Bramlett

“I have the full tape with the pastor discussing the situation with the congregation, and about 25 people gave testimony to hearing the voices. They were all in awe at what had happened.”

Another recording took place at the Carpenter’s Home Church in Lakeland, Fla., and features a 10-minute, sustained sound after a call to praise by a minister.

“They seem to lift the praise of the congregation to a totally new and awesome level, and it just goes on and on. The intensity and consistency are clearly supernatural and beyond the ability of the congregation,” explains Bramlett, a former vice president at the Christian Broadcasting Network where he spent nine years.

A woman who says she and her husband were at the Lakeland service wrote Bramlett to vouch for the authenticity of what took place:

“The tape of the Florida meeting was exactly like the way it sounds. Glenn and I were there during those meetings, and if it wasn’t this one then there is another tape of a meeting where [the phenomenon] happened again. The one we were in went on and on and stopped abruptly. Silence for about a minute then a male voice sang out ‘Glooooory’ and several women’s voices from different directions echoed ‘Gloooooory’ in perfect harmony, and the praise and worship started up all over again.”

Perhaps the most stunning of all the recordings is thought to be from a church in Kansas City, where there is not only an audible chorus of “Hallelujah” ? meaning “praise God” ? but also the voice of a male soloist who purportedly was not present. The lyrics of the mysterious solo were transcribed as follows:

Hallelujah, ringing all across the land
Everybody’s singing at the Lord’s command
All the saints and the angels up in glory wait to hear the news
of Jesus and his children as they’re coming through.

Though he doesn’t have it on tape, Wayne Warmack of Greater Works Ministries in Rogers, Ark., says he and his wife, Sandy, personally heard angelic voices during a Passover celebration last April at a lakeside retreat center near Marianna, Fla.

“I began to distinctly hear wordless voices in perfect harmony with us, that were clearly not coming from me or Sandy, or the other 20 or so people present in the room. They sort of drifted in and out of my hearing while I struggled to maintain my composure and continue the song,” Warmack said. “If you’ve ever heard that sound, it leaves you a different person than when you came in. I can’t describe it. There’s just no way to describe it. It is definitely heard with more than just the physical ears.”
But not everyone is joining the chorus of hallelujahs.


The concept of supernatural beings called angels has a strong basis in Scripture. In the King James Version of the Bible, the word “angel” is found 201 times in 192 verses, while “angels” occurs 94 times in 92 verses.

At least two are named ? Michael and Gabriel ? and the New Testament describes a galactic conflict involving angels at war with each other.

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels (Revelation 12:7)

The Bible also records numerous instances of angels appearing to humans and even having discussions with them.

The angel Gabriel appears to the virgin Mary in 1898′s ‘The Annunciation’ by Pennsylvania artist Henry Ossawa Tanner

The 19th chapter of Genesis indicates two angels helped rescue Lot and his family from the ancient city of Sodom; Luke 1:26 shows the angel Gabriel being dispatched by God to the town of Nazareth to inform Mary she would miraculously become pregnant with Jesus; and Hebrews 13:2 reminds people to “entertain strangers,” since some strangers might actually be angels.

Bramlett believes angels are still making appearances in our modern day, and he documents several purported instances on his website.

“Some say that true reality is spiritual, not physical,” he said. “The supernatural breaks through [into our dimension], and it’s exciting when it does.”

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"For as long as I can remember, I was always wanting to know and never accepting beliefs, neither mine nor anyone else's. I couldn't just believe in the spiritual realm. I had to KNOW. I was always driving my parents and teachers crazy with questions they couldn't answer. I was always astonished by the fact that most people just don't want to know.

"In my early teens I began studying the Illuminati. I learned as much as I could about them and I eventually realized something: The Illuminati at the top are the most religious people in the world. Every aspect of their lives, I learned, is dictated by ritual and religious guidelines.... And their god is Satan. Now, by then I knew that the Illuminati don't settle for just believing things. They named themselves thusly because they are the illuminated ones. They get their power from knowledge, not beliefs. So if their god is Lucifer/Satan and their enemy is YHWH (God), then these entities must be real! It was a powerful revelation.

"So I realized logically that this was all real when I began to study the elite and the Satanic cults operating all over the world. When others couldn't answer my questions, I began learning from the people that know about it. Then I began seeing proofs for the Creator in science and philosophy.

"I began reading the Way (which is what the Scriptures were originally called) more carefully and thoroughly and began to realize that the inconsistencies that turned me away from Him before were actually just leaven, or what was added on by men.

"I developed a relationship with Him and began asking Him to speak to me through His word and He always did. I would flip to a "random" page and just start reading and every time I did, it was as if the message was spoken directly to me; it always fit the scenario.

"Then YHWH began proving Himself to me in personal ways. He created me, so he knows how I am. He knows that I can't have faith in anything I don't know to be real, so He gave me all the proof I need and then some. He continues to prove Himself to me every day by answering every single prayer I ask of Him.

"Now, I am in reverent awe of His might and the intricacy of His creation and His plan. I have developed a true love for truth. I've learned that whether it is beautiful or hideous, ALL truth is of the Creator.

"My hunger for knowledge has become insatiable. I no longer get any pleasure from worldly activities. I spend as much of my free time as I can researching the world around me, studying Scripture and sharing what I've learned. Everything I have learned about the world around me only serves to strengthen my faith.

"Faith. It's a word most Christians don't understand. Faith has to be rooted in knowledge, or it will lead to deception. Unless we know what it is we have faith in, we will be deceived by the ways of man, which are actually the ways of Satan. If we don't prove the Creator and His word to ourselves, we can easily end up following false gods, such as the gods of the various churches.

"Many don't understand that, not only is faith without works dead, but true faith, the unshakable faith that the apostles had, is always rooted in knowledge. They were willing to fight and die for the Torah and the teachings of the Messiah because they KNEW the truth. They rejoiced at the idea of suffering and dying for His Name.

"So when people ask me if I am religious, I have to say no and explain how I am not religious, but spiritual because religion is the leaven of the Pharisees; it is all from man. And when they ask me if I believe in God, I have to tell them no and explain that I KNOW there is a God, and the difference is that I can prove His existence!

"I am simply a follower of The Way, a child of YHWH. I stay away from the added-on religions of man that the Messiah called the "leaven of the Pharisees."

Nicholas Lawton Carpenter

Written by John Paul Jackson

But then something happened.
In the blink of an eye, I found myself back on the overpass I had just left. I sat there for a moment, very confused. What had just happened?
I didn’t see this myself, but people who had been traveling near me and had stopped to help claim to have seen a huge hand come out of the sky, grab my car out of the air and set it back down on the overpass. In an accident that should have killed me, I ended up walking away without even a scratch. That in and of itself is an amazing miracle. But it didn’t stop there.
As I began to tell them that they, too, could have God’s hedge of protection, all those people who had seen God save my life knelt down on the freeway shoulder and asked Jesus into their hearts.

He will make it amazing

A.W. Tozer writes in his book The Pursuit of God: “The Word of God is quick and powerful. In the beginning He spoke to nothing, and it became something. Chaos heard it and became order; darkness heard it and became light.”

God somehow made the experience worthwhile. In fact, He made it amazing.He wants to do in your life, too. If you’re willing to sit back and enjoy God in the middle of the wild ride you’re on, you will see His goodness again and again and again.

 It will change  not just you but the people around you, too.

“I saw heaven” - Boris

Ukrainian policeman Boris Pilipchuk, from the Khemlnitskij District of the Ukraine was clinically dead for over 2.5 hours after a massive brain hemorrhage with internal bleeding in 95% of his brain.

Click the below link and read Boris' description of his trip to Heaven, meeting God, and his powerful resurrection from the dead.

 Read this amazing true story: here

INTERVIEWER: - And now, Boris, tell us how you felt. What did you see?

BORIS: - It felt as if I was conscious. I began seeing with my own eyes. I began seeing everything as if from above. My spirit came out of me and looked at my body. Doctors in their white gowns had gathered around me. Numerous pieces of equipment were connected to my body. The doctors tried to stabilize my condition; they ran about, exhausting all their efforts, but to no avail.

Then I began to ascend towards heaven. The earth became smaller and smaller. It became so small, that it disappeared totally. During this entire time, I could hear a continuous whistling in my ears. I ended up in an extraordinary place, which was so illuminative that I began to feel good. I saw a golden staircase that shone with glorious splendor. The staircase was rather wide. On either side of the staircase were golden railings, along which from the bottom to the top were winged angels in white clothes, with golden belts. Their hair was white, their faces shone like lightning and their eyes were like two lanterns. Their hands and legs were the color of shiny copper chips. Around the staircase and under it, stood a great number of angels, these were without wings. All the angels were singing psalms in a language I did not recognize at first. After a moment I completely understood the words of the psalm. They sang: "O worthy are you Lord of all glory and praise. You, Lord, created the heavens and the earth. You are worthy of our praise!"

Then I saw an extraordinary light at the end of the staircase. The light wasn't like that of the sun or of a welding instrument, which has a harmful effect on the eyes. It was extremely bright, warm, calming, full of joy and peace. I was full of delight, to such an extent that mere words cannot describe how I felt. My delight continued to increase and there was no limit to the joy I felt. I don't know how to describe this vision, this feeling, in words, but I would like you to imagine the picture the Lord showed me. Later, I heard a voice, coming from the direction of the light, which said: "My son, come to me and I will show you something. I will help you".

From the great number of angels, two angels walked up behind me. One stood on my right and the other on my left, just a short distance from me. I didn't turn my head, I didn't look behind me and I didn't gaze around, but it appeared as if I could see 360 degrees about me. I wasn't nervous and didn't feel any form of discomfort. I was absolutely calm and so peaceful that words cannot express how I felt, not then and not now. I didn't ask anyone any question, such as where I was? What's happened to me? What will happen later on? I felt completely confident in myself, as if I was standing in a familiar place. I felt as if I lived there permanently.

Then the Holy Spirit, transferred me to a vast open plain, in which very beautiful white horses pranced. In the center of the field stood a great city, in the form of a cube. When I noticed it, I began to draw close to it. I approached it in a different way, not as a man normally walks on the ground. I moved without my feet touching the ground. It was as if I was gliding. The angels escorted me. The closer I got the city, the more intense was the delight I experienced, from what I saw.

There were several very high walls of various colors. There were 12 colors in all, which radiated and shone like a bright light. (Later on, after my resurrection, when I studied the 21-22 chapter of the book of Revelations in the Bible, I found a confirmation of what I had seen). I saw the foundation of the city, which was made up of the 12 precious stones of this world. I saw a pearl gate, three large pearls on each wall. I didn't measure them, but one pearl was larger than two meters, in my opinion. I saw only six gates, because I was led into the city through one of its corners. I saw the two sides of the cube. Then l was taken through one of the gates into the city. As we passed through them, I saw two inscriptions. One was above the gate and the other was under the gate. The name of one of the tribes of Israel was written above the gate, and under it the name of an Apostle was written. Unfortunately I do not remember which gate led me into the New Jerusalem, but now I would like to know that.

When I entered into the city through the gates, I stood in admiration. The city was made completely of gold. The gold was so pure - I had never seen such brilliance before. I had seen how brightly gold articles in a jeweler's store shone, but this was not comparable, to what I saw at that moment. Gold streets, houses of gold, gold doors - everything was made of gold, transparent like glass. I could never have imagined that gold could appear transparent and so pure. I read about this in God's word, but I could not really imagine it. I just couldn't imagine how a hard metal could appear transparent. Now that I had seen this fine gold, I just wanted to touch it. I touched the walls and entered some houses observing everything. I did not ask the angels, where I was to go from here. I seemed to know the way. I was overcome with such a feeling as if I was in a place of my own.

As I continued further into the city, I was now near the center. I saw a large tree in one spot that had pear-shaped fruit on it. The size of the fruit was about the size of two average sized fists put together. The leaves on it reminded me of the leaves of a lime tree, only they were larger and like leaves of a burdock tree. When I got near the tree, I wanted to take a fruit from it and began to reach for one. Suddenly with enthusiasm I stretched out my hand, which to my surprise was not like an ordinary hand but was transparent. When I was about to pluck a fruit, the angel who stood a little distance behind me, on my right side, stretched out his hand and stopped me. Motioning with his finger, he informed me that for now, I shouldn't pluck the fruit. Without any form of regret or disappointment from the angel's action, I left the tree. Generally speaking, within the city, I never experienced any kind of discomfort, or disorder.

When I left the tree, I saw an extraordinary bright light at the center of the city. It was very interesting that I did not see a single shadow, not from the trees and not from the houses. There were no shadows, nor were there any lamps. I did not see the sun nor any object that gave light, but the light was extraordinary bright and so pleasant to the eyes. It was delightful beyond measure.

When I saw the source of the illumination, I bowed my head and felt an overwhelming urge to fall to my knees. But before I could bow, I heard a voice saying, " My son, I have shown you all that is necessary for you at this time, and you should return now, to declare My glory, power and dominion, to declare all that you have seen and heard". Then I began to pray and plead to the Lord, asking Him to let me remain there, where I was. I cried, "Lord I don't want to return". But the Lord said, "You have a wife, and three children. You have to return to them, for it is not time for you to be here yet". Then again I began to beseech the Lord saying, "Lord, I don't want to return. Allow me to remain with You". But the Lord said to me, "My Son, be meek and self-controlled, do not murmur, go back. You have to declare My glory."

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From the "Jesus" Film Project
Jan Schlebusch, a wonderful man of God from South Africa, is one of the tens of thousands of volunteers who have shown "JESUS," using either 16 mm or on video.
Jan had taken a most risky step.  He was about to show "JESUS" to a small group of hardened criminals in a maximum security prison in South Africa.  He was alone in a room with the "toughest of the tough" - robbers, rapists and murderers.  Several of them were "lifers."  Jan knew that any one of the prisoners could easily slit his throat with a knife when he dimmed the lights to show "JESUS."
However, despite the pressure he felt, Jan was obedient.  As the story unfolded many of the prisoners mocked and swore at the screen.  Their language was foul and offensive.  Gradually, they quieted down and became more interested in the story.  Then an astounding thing happened.
During the crucifixion, several began to weep.  By the time the prayer of invitation was completed, hardened criminals - EVERY ONE OF THEM - were on their knees, sobbing, asking God to forgive them, praying to invite Christ into their lives.
Shocked and amazed, Jan wasn't sure what has just happened.  He turned his head to the corner of the room...startled by the sight.  Standing before him was an awesome being, 10-feet tall, robed in brilliant white...an angel.  Jan said the angel's face was obscured.  He could see nothing above the angel's shoulders.  This messenger of God lifted up his hand and pointed a finger directly toward Jan:  "You see, Jan, all you must do is be available and do the work."
Instantly, the angel vanished --but not the sense of awe that was engulfing Jan.  He had seen the Living God at work, pouring out His love upon those for whom He died to save.  And he had witnessed the greatest miracle of all.  He had seen the vilest of sinners being born from above, becoming righteous in Jesus.
Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable. Psalm 145:3
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