WE WIN

WE WIN
World Evangelism With Indigenous Nations

"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you, continue ye in my love."
John 15:9

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Jason Ashenfelter

Ever since I could remember I've always been surrounded by violence, alcohol, drugs, sex, and verbal,and physical abuse from my father.

I remember my parents having coke parties, and my dad would loose his temper and beat my mother in front of everyone. He's been dealing drugs all of my life, and drank and used drugs until I was twenty years old. my mother was always leaving us with strangers to go party while my dad would go to work for periods of time.

She would Leave us for weeks at a time. when we was home with them me, and my to younger sisters. They party, and people would make a big all the time and be passed out all over. Some of them lived with from time to time. But my mom left my dad and us when I was ten years old and now I became the closest person my dad could lay his hands on and beat. my dad would constantly put me down call me names,and threaten to give us to the welfare department.

I remember one time are parents left us home alone and I woke up and my sister and I where only about 4 and 5 years old looking for are parents right along the main road by humana hospital. this lady saw us by the fire department. She crossed the road to bring us to the fire dept. and we was taken away from are parents then. I don't remember how long it took them to get us back. but when they did my sister who was old enough to run to them did.

But I never did because I never missed them or loved them. I remember at night I us to pray when I first heard about Jesus from Sunday school that he would kill my dad, and I us to cry to him and wish I had new parents.

But that never came true and I would act up in Sunday school and they put me in the hall way and I walked right out that building and walked home never to return to church until I was ten years old when my dads first wife took care of us until my dad got out of jail. He was always in and out of jail for years at a time.

I left church again because it was boring to me and wasn't tangible to me. Me and my cuisine started stealing weed from my dad and smoking, we would also watch my dads porn movies.

My father never had another wife. Just brought women home all the time. He would always get home and stay in his room with them. Some times I would be sleeping when he got home and he would slap me awake. and tell me to go clean up his mess from partying. when he beat me he would beat me like I was a man.

I started running away staying gone drinking when I was 12 years old. That's when I started selling weed in school also.

And when I was 14 years old I hooked up with crack dealers from selling weed to them. from there I started sell rock cocaine. I learned how to rock it and brake it down into 25's and 50's. which started me off in the dope game. The aquantences I had with that part of my life.

Required me to pack a pistol at 14 years old. By 17 years of age I started going to jail, because of my recklessness of vehicles under the influence of alcohol and weed. By 18 years old my first time in cookinlet I had a possession of drugs charge and weapons charge.

After I got out I was always running from the police in hi speed car chases which caused some of them to wreck into snow banks.

I thought I was so bad with my gun, dope sack, roll of cash, and all crazy life that I had. I didn't care about nothing or nobody.

Later after I failed numerous drug tests. My Probation officer told me I had to go to treatment, or else to jail. After I did my 7 weeks in clithroe I stayed sober for all together 7 months.

But started smoking weed and drinking. It didn't take long for me to end up back in jail after to weeks of using again. while I was down for that seven months my dad of all people told me I should go to church. those was the only outside visits I had. later during that time after they shipped me from cook to Palmer prison. me and a group of friends talked about going to church and getting baptized.

But shortly after that we slide back into gambling, girly books, and weed. Soon as I stepped out the doors of cookinlet I already had some weed burning before I even got out of the parking lot. I put the bible I had from prison on the top shelf of my closet right beside the a.a. book I had. I went down to Sioux city, Iowa to visit my sister. All I did was drink down there everyday.

One morning I was just laying down with my girlfriend. Wide awake all of a sudden I couldn't breath or move my body, I was going in and out of the pit of darkness where I saw the devil and his demons just laughing at me. I kept trying to call on the name of Jesus, but I couldn't until it stop after about two minutes.

Then it happened again ten to fifteen minutes later, and the devil laughed at me again and told me this "hells taking over and taking your soul"

Both times I screamed out to the Lord after and cried. I had never in my whole life been more scared. More scared than I was ever when I was in life and death situations.

I came back to Alaska and was still carrying on in my wicked ways. Many times I contemplated killing myself and others who had jumped me or snitched me out. things was getting to me at my dads so I got my G.E.D., and applied for school at avtec. After I was down there I met my wife who asked me to get a apartment with her. She told me she would pay the rent so I did, I sold weed, so I could supply are habits, and stay drunk. We fought violently all the time. After graduation we moved in with her cuisine who had her whole family living there drinking and using drugs. We never new it was going to be like that. But are fights grew worse. Which convinced me I was either going to kill myself or somebody. Not long after that my brother picked me up because of how I told him I was ready to do all of this. My cuisine asked me if we should go to this party he knew of, from there we got into it with the guys there and came back to the party. And one guy there got shot. we left and wrecked my brothers car off the road past Palmer.

I raid low and tried to get my cuisine out of town who they identified as the shooter. He called the police and told them I was the shooter so he could say he hit him with a bat. Soon as my friend gave me the money for the ticket to leave the neighbor said that the police just pulled over my wife and her cuisine from there I exited the back door and saw that the police had pulled my friend over. I walked to my dad's friends house and had him get a hold of my dad so I could leave.

That same night I left to Memphis, Tenn. Where I stayed with a friend of the family and worked for one of them also. I was drinking every day, talking to God about my life and what should become of it.

Then I asked Him to give me a reason why I should go and turn myself in. He had my dad call to tell me that they only wanted me for being involved with being accused for hitting this guy with a bat. So I told my dad that I would turn myself in. Before I left this girl who was a friend told me"

I'm not a psychic, but when you go back home, you need to watch your back, I'm not telling you you're going to die, but something tells me death is around the corner from you." when I got back I stayed in a hotel for a couple of days, then I hide out at my dads after I snuck in at night my dad went to jail for driving without a license and this guy who knowing now that God was telling me this was one of those guys I needed to watch my back from, who was stealing drugs and money from my dad while he was in jail.

Another guy who was a crack fiend was working for my dad on his cars was one of those guys who Later God showed me that He would also be one of them I needed to watch my back from what was to come. I was still praying for answers.

When my dad got out shortly I was asked to take care of the business while he went to visit my sister in Sioux city, Iowa. But when He took all the guns out the house I asked him why he was doing that because my next question was what if some one tries to rob us.

And he said if the cops come then they will think it's your gun. With that I didn't say anything else. But the day he left I Knew that the guy who stole from my dad was up to something. And after he left, later around 2 o' clock in the morning there was some body ringing the door bell. I heard my sister, her husband, and my baby niece getting up to answer the door.

When I was going to lay back down. I heard a gun shot and my brother in law screaming my name for help, while I could hear him wrestling with that person. Instantly I knew on the inside what was going on, and the spirit came over me to pray, " god please protect me and my family" and looking around for something to grab as a weapon I found nothing all for the glory for God. I went out there in my boxer shorts and my brother in law got the gun and threw it right in front of my feet and told me to grab it and shoot him. and I grabbed it and walked over to him and grabbed the top of his cap and hair and shot him in the back of his head. Looking over at my sister and this other guy with a pistol to her I glanced back down and said "man is he dead" my brother said " yes he's dead"

And remembering this other guy I ran for him But he was already out the door. And the spirit stopped me at the door and I remember Surveillance was right across the street. And also that I had to help my brother in law. I gave him the phone and told him I had to go. I grabbed all the drugs and my wife and we jumped out the back door and jumped the fence and through the drugs.

Lessening to the police sirens as we ran to my dads friends house. I called a cab for us and washed of the blood that was on me. And I dropped her off to go our separate ways from there. I went back to get a gun from my dad house where he left them and went to a hotel to contemplate what I should do while drinking and smoking weed and taking valumes.

Next door I could Hear police radios busting some dope fiends wondering if and when they would come for me and figure out I was there.

Asking God about my life I said "what do you care if I go to hell? what do you care if I go and kill the guys who came to kill us? what do you care if I have it out with the cops? what do you care if I kill myself? God all my life this is all I've known, Give me a second chance, give me a reason to live." after that I went to my sisters and waited for my dad to show up and he got a hold of a lawyer. when he did he gave me her number. And after I turned myself in and was in the back of the cop car.

All that was pulling me down was just like the Lord lifted me up out of the miry clay. And I just knew inside of me everything was gonna be OK.

From there I was going to have to be delivered, from unforgiveness towards my cuisine and brother for talking to the cops. Also from anger, adultery, violence, weed , alcohol, and all the other mountains that was between me and God's relationship, my sentence in my case went from attempted murder in the first to Assault in the third, the judge gave me that and three years, suspended one year, and five years of probation, which I appealed on the lack of evidence and the statements to back it up.

My lawyer told me two years flat and I believed God for that. Mean while I was tested allot and slide back allot. But my one prayer was if God wanted me to live for Him then He was going to have to show me how to, and so I can say that He still is. But little did I know God had a special appointment for me which He ruined my plans to get some weed in on a visit.

But before that visit I went to church which along with these two guys was the only other people who was there. The second day I showed up for church.

One of them asked me if I had been baptized yet, and I told him not yet be cause I was going to wait until I got to a good church when I got out.

And they asked me why with excitement and said you can get baptized right now. And God instantly convicted me and said how can you tell me know after I've done all this for you, I've made my self real to you, I've answered all your prayers, How can you tell me no.

So I told them yes, and even while I was in that tub of water I was still thinking about getting the weed and smoking it up then I would quit for God. But a day before my visit they called me down to the shift office and told me to role up because I was going to kenia prison.

I was made called my wife and she hung the phone up on me and told me it was over. kept trying to call her back but she wouldn't answer and I just about broke the phone off the wall. when I got there I tried to call her but I couldn't,

I wasn't even able to call my family. I cried out to God and I said "God for the past twelve months here in jail I've done things my way, and I've beat myself up worrying about my girl, worrying about my family, and trying to forgive and I can't, God I get out in four months and I'm scared because I have not changed and I don't want to be the same when I get out, please prepare me for what I'm gonna face out in the world.

You told me that when I went down in that watery grave that old man would pass away and that I would be a new creator. You said in your word if I had a mustard seed of faith that I could speak to these mountains and cast them into the see.

And God you have given me more than a mustard seed of faith.

So I speak to these mountains and everything between us, for you to move them God so that nothing can get in between us."

From their in that last for months God delivered me and used me to start a revival and lead others to the Lord.

Three days after I got out I went to church on a Sunday, went and played pool with my two sisters, and my youngest sister was hungry so we drove to my dads house.

And the in side door was locked and we didn't have the key. My dad shortly pulled up after us and told me the only reason that door is locked is because somebody's in there.

My dad grabbed his gun He had stashed and I followed him in He was already where I couldn't see him and I heard some body say get down on the ground. and they started shooting at me.

I instantly started praying for the armor to be on me and for the protection of my family and for the enemy. when I got to my dad he was knelt down on the ground with the gun and I told him to give me the gun. and I shot at the guy who was in front of me shooting at me. which I believe he was the one who shot me in the shoulder but I hadn't even noticed. then another guy who is less four feet away from me starts shooting at me from the side by the bathroom.

Quickly I returned fire on him later finding out I shot him. when I ran out of bullets I went for cover and those guys left out the back door.

Here I was shot on the third day I was out of jail and I was just wondering if I was gonna go back to jail or not. But I had people pray about it and I knew God didn't get me out of jail just to go back.

Since then God Has blessed me and guided me throw all my short comings and down falls. He has never seize to stop blessing and calling me.

My beginning was small, and now I'm married with a son and a another baby on the way. I won my appeal and have no other ties to the courts, And I've went from a cannery worker, to a janitor, and now I'm working as a drug and alcohol councilor. I've went from homeless, to roommate, to a efficiency, two bedroom apartment, and now I'm living in a two bedroom house which we are renting to own.

I'm recently working on a gospel rap album. I've completed two songs and hope to have it completed before the end of 2001 this year. If you enjoyed my testimony please write me or call me for prayer or anything else you would like to talk about.

If you don't know Jesus Christ as your personal savior, pray with me this prayer. " Lord Jesus, please forgive me for my sins, I know I deserve to go to hell for my sins, And I know and acknowledge that you came as a man to die on the cross for my sins, And that you are the one and only living God. And I ask you Jesus to come into my heart and life and accept you to be my Lord and savior. Pleas fill me with your precious spirit and finish the good work you've started in me. amen."

Now if you have a bible begin reading it and ask the Holy Ghost to teach you about the kingdom of God, and never stop seeking Gods face. Find you a spirit filled church that teaches, and preaches the whole council of God's word.

Address is: Jason G. Ashenfelter
P.O. box 378
Copper Center, AK. 99573
(907)822-5618

God bless you all in the year 2001, Love, brother Jason G. Ashenfelter

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