About Rev. Cindi Ford 2

Everything you allow into your mind through books, television, music or any other way, stays there. Those are “gateways” into your mind. You don’t get rid of it. You may think that it’s gone, but the “accuser of the Brethren”, satan, doesn’t forget and he will bring it up as often as possible until you give in to it. If you are letting anything into your soul through those things that are not Godly, STOP! Believe me; you want to stop now while you can.

I became a witch and practiced “black magic” as well as “white magic”. There is really no difference in the author of it. All of it is satanic. Remember, satan is a liar and the father of it, and he had me convinced that I was his right hand woman. I told people that I was going to Hell and I was proud of it. I had the black candles in my room, all the books, everything. I was even trying to start my own coven.

About that time, God intervened in my life, and I went to live with my Dad in California. I continued trying to practice my witchcraft, but, for some reason (unknown to me at the time) I couldn’t. I just didn’t want it anymore. I still used drugs, drank and smoked, but the satanic worship just kind of went away. Probably because of who I was hanging around with. Satan didn’t care. He knew he still had me because I wasn’t serving GOD.

I have since then, denounced my relationship with satan and given my life completely to God. But I had to go through some things to get there.

I have been date-raped at least three times in my teen years. I have also had close relatives try to molest me. I thank God, now, that He was watching over me and, some how, it didn’t happen.

When I was 17 years old, I got pregnant. I kept my child and raised him the best I could. My Mother was very supportive of me and so was my Dad, when he was there. They were both very proud of Christopher. So was I. I still am. It is a miracle of God that he survived his childhood. When he was just an infant (a few months old) we were going to parties where drug use and abuse were rampant. I was dropping acid and trying to care for my child. It was not a good scene.

I think it was the grace of God, again, that Chris survived. No one knows what they will do when they are under the influence of drugs like that.

I was also a speed freak when Chris was little. I remember staying up for 3 or 4 days and nights straight just doing speed and drugs like that. When I started coming down, I began hallucinating. Again, the Grace of God kept my son from harm.

I met my husband in 1977 and he became Chris’ Dad. He was so awesome. He told everyone that he was Christopher’s dad and he was proud of it. When Chris was around 2, we moved to the Bakersfield area. Tupman, to be exact. We lived in the back of a short bed pick up with no camper or anything. We had a bed that we threw in the back of the truck and we would sleep there. I wouldn’t sleep on the ground because I was afraid of the scorpions and tarantulas there. Some of you have heard my husband talk about how we borrowed a 22 from one friend, and shells from another and hunted rabbit for food. We cooked it over tumble weeds and that is how we ate.

After a while, friends of ours took us in off the street, and let us stay with them until we could find work. While I was doing some work outside, this guy came up to me and asked me if I had heard about Jesus. I said some choice words that I’m not very proud of, and told him to leave. He just kept at me, and finally, I went to his Church. It was a little Church of God right across the street from the house we were staying in. I gave my life to Christ (I actually said the prayer and joined the “Born Again Club” at that time, but it was more seed planted in me). Oh, I tried to change my life. I went to Church ...

comes to my mind now. But I had to fight a long hard battle before the words were gone. Even today, sometimes, those words will try to enter my mind and I have to just concentrate on praise and worship to God to get them to leave. During that time period, one of my Uncles planted the seed of Christ into my life. It didn’t take root then, but it sure did later!