Cynthia Murray

@CynthiarMurray

Founding Director of Divine Women of Destiny Ministries International, CEO of Cynthia Murray Enterprises, Speaker, Author and Attorney

Charlottesville, VA

Joined May 2009

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Georgian Banov

@GeorgianBanov

over 3 years ago

During the Jesus movement, they used food to witness to me. After my risky escape from communism, I made it to California as a refugee, now free to pursue my dreams. But the truth is, I was looking for something beautiful and fulfilling, and nothing was turning out the way I thought it should. I walked Hollywood’s Walk of Fame and saw drug dealers and prostitutes everywhere. I even witnessed winos vomiting on the stars of the sidewalk. I thought, Wow, I risked my life to get here. This is not worth living and dying for. God waited for my dreams to crash, and then He introduced me to some young hippies on the streets. It was the tail end of the Jesus movement in the early 70s, and revival was breaking out among many young people. This group in particular went out on the streets every day, sharing the joy and peace they had found in Jesus. They also ran a house for people recovering from drug and alcohol abuse. Every time I saw them, they said things like “Jesus loves you. He really does” and “He died for you!” I remember thinking, "What kind of drugs are they on?" They would smile and look at me with dreamy stares. I think they realized that this Bulgarian guy’s love language was food. I may have been a total atheist, but I was also broke and always famished. They invited me to come and eat with them. I certainly did not believe in anything they were talking about, but I was happy to join them for a good meal. After 2 months, I finally said to myself, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t believe a word of what they are saying about this Jesus. I’m just eating their food. It’s time to go down to Hollywood to pursue my career in rock music. But out of respect for all of their efforts, I’ll give it a chance—just in case there is some truth to what they are saying. Wanting to be alone, I followed some trails that took me up one of the nearest mountains. Unsure of what to do or say exactly, my mind was going crazy: What are you doing? How can you talk to someone that you don’t believe is there? This is so stupid; I don’t know what to say. I thought, great, a perfect question. It will prove that He really doesn’t exist. Go ahead. Say it and get it over with. So, alone on that mountain top, I said it out loud, certain that no one could hear me: “God, do You exist?” Boom! As soon as I uttered those words, something happened. It felt as if I got covered by a canopy or blanket of some sort. I was stunned. I could feel someone or something all around me. Even the acoustics of the mountain air changed. The presence that surrounded me became thicker and more palpable. I began to shake. “What is happening?” I cried out. Suddenly, the revelation that God actually exists ran through me like a lightning bolt. All of my life, I had listened to the Communists' lies. They had lied about everything; it should have dawned on me that they would lie about God, too. It was unmistakably true: God does exist! I shook so hard that I fell down into the dirt. I shook and cried all day on that mountaintop, merely from the discovery that there really is a God. “Who are You?” I cried out. “What are You? I can’t see You, but I can tell that You are there!” The more I talked, the thicker the presence became. I was crying loudly, desperately wanting to know more about this invisible God whose presence I could somehow feel. I had an overwhelming desire to know everything immediately. Hours passed. Finally, I realized that it was starting to grow dark and cold. While there was still enough light to find my way down the mountain, I knew that I had to go to the house where the Jesus People were. My eyes were swollen from crying all day. They opened the front door, took one look at me, and smiled knowingly. “Ahhh, Georgian, come on in!” This time, I didn't go to the kitchen to eat their food. I joined them in the living room where they played their music because I now understood the joy of worshipping this invisible God. #JesusRevolution #Testimony

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