Herod's Testimony

Dear Pastor Tony Alamo,

How are you doing, man of God? I hope you are doing quite fine through the infinite power of God, who passionately accommodated me with moral rectitude and sublime strength to write unto you this fabulous testimony of mine.

The Bible lucidly declares that we overcome (him) satan, the world, and flesh by the Blood of the Lamb and by the word of our testimony and we loved not our lives unto death (Revelation 12:11).

I would love to introduce myself, and what the Lord has genuinely done for me. My name is Herod Sylvain. I was born on the island in Nassau, Bahamas, at Princess Margaret hospital on March 7th, 1982. My height is 5’10” and my weight is 176 pounds. My parents were both black and poor. My dad was a fisherman with noble skills and a good reputation. My mom was a very realistic woman with a local education—bold, strong-minded, and refused to yield into life’s negative influences. She was totally opposite of my dad who was a man of risk and boldness.

He once had a dream, but sadly to say, that his dream never came into reality. Unfortunately, he died sick and poor. On the other hand, my mom had always taught me about the things of God and about the things of satan. My family somehow never once allowed pugnacity and quarrels to cease their warm smiles and gentleness from carrying on.

I remembered, long years after my dad passed, and then I started questioning my mom about life and nature, which I frankly believed that every individual who exhaustively got tired of seeing their own kind being struggling with daily diseases and sorrows each and every day would have asked the same questions I often did, such as where did separation, starvation, and death come from? Why did violence and crime never cease to breathe? Why did equality seem so far from declaring its truth? As far as I recall, her answers and tears somehow had nearly caused me to not have anything to do with life.

Perhaps I was getting too profound and distraught about other people’s lives instead of minding my own business. Or maybe at that very particular time, I wasn’t quite ready to face the worst, but was always ready to achieve the best. As I grew older, arms began to stretch, knowledge began to increase, and my desire for school and church were completely gone. Doubtless to say, I hardly knew anything about drugs, stealing, lies, and anything which are contrary to the very perfect Law of God.

I honestly remember my very first day in school. I truly remember my very first day in church. I remember my very first day when I had sex. I remember spending my very first night sleeping in a prison cell. I remember when I dropped out of high school. I remember the very first day having my hands on $5,000. I remember my very first day having my hands on the pistol.

Naturally, I became very involved in so many unlawful deeds and nothing I tried really brought satisfaction into my soul. Even though I was compelled to come to Christ countless times, yet I still refused to renounce satan’s sinful world for God’s heavenly paradise.

July 25th, 2008 was the very first day I came to know Christ as my personal Savior. This was the very happiest time of my life. I was for the first time believing the Bible by pouring out my whole heart, mind, and soul to the Lord. After all my hard works of wasting time, I finally realized that everything I needed had been there all along. I absolutely knew that this was the very beginning of a new relationship with the Lord. I did not know, however, how to establish my relationship with Him whereby I was so very deceived and blinded by the odious schemes of satan for so long. And I honestly didn’t have the power to discipline myself from what to do and what not to do. I became very involved in church. I would go to church services from day to day and night to night simply to know God the more. I was willing to do anything He required of me. I am talking about everything it took to experience and understand what it means to be “free indeed.”

The first obstacle I had to conquer was profanity. Many times I would be having a fair conversation with someone else and for some reason, I could not bridle my tongue, even if I was paid to do so. On many occasions, I was told that Jesus can ultimately deliver me from that, but I must first believe His whole entire Word and promises. Happily to say, in an instant, I was delivered and I did not even know it could be this easy.

Shortly after that, I began to have multiple problems with false doctrines, fornicating, and other sinful acts that creates sin and then bringeth forth death. I did not know how to stop. I thought to myself since the Bible says, “If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed,” perhaps I am not free indeed or maybe the only best way to retrieve and recover from all of this is by going to a different church. So therefore, I did that and nothing seemed to change at all.

Not to mention, my Christian walk with God had begun to shift from worse to worse, no matter how often I read the Bible and prayed. It seemed as though I had made no progress at all.

I remember coming to Los Angeles, California to school on September 11th, 2010. The very day before my departure, I was boldly told not to mingle myself and practice the sinful acts that most people in this world today do. And then I said to myself, of all places there is in the world, why would I choose to go to school in California? knowing that most all of my relatives officially reside in Florida, and there I am going so far away from home, families, and friends. However, I had to decide whether I was going to please families and friends or please the Lord only. Of course the answer was and still is to please God with all my heart, mind, and soul.

To make a long story short, I recall two days after I arrived in California, I was connected to a Baptist church. On my very first day visiting, somehow I frankly thought that I was living on another planet because of how stagnate and boring the service was. Shortly after that, I remembered praying to God regarding the same matter, but in a very humble and respectful manner, though, saying, “Oh Father, why did you allow me to go to that stagnate and boring church in the first place?” The Lord spoke to my heart very strong and said He did not send me to that church. It was all my decision. A few months later, I was no longer going back there anymore.

I remember one day walking at the library and suddenly I was stopped by a missionary, so I was told briefly, and after I ended speaking with him, I was invited to come to service. I recall very well being picked up early Sunday morning to go to church. Not long after I arrived, a friend was gracious enough to take me around and introduced me to the elders—at least for a few minutes.

In quick time, service had begun at that moment. I remember instantly hearing the whole congregation speaking in tongues which I frankly believed was usual to those who are saved but unusual to the unsaved. However, because of that, I never went back there again. I would’ve stayed home reading and praying to my Father the more concerning the very difficult process of finding a good church. Perhaps, I proposed that finding a good church at that time was not as easy as it seemed, but with God all things are possible.

November 2010, was the very day while I was sleeping in the afternoon and immediately I started dreaming. But in the dream, I remember seeing two guys walking across some strange street I’ve never seen in my life before and they were passing out fliers as if they were Jehovah’s Witnesses. At the same time I heard a voice say to me, “Since you are so desperate for a good church, I am going to give you a church right now, but first you must go to the train station and head to Hollywood and Highland.” What a heavy blow. I began to wonder to myself, “I think I am losing my mind.”

So therefore I did exactly what the voice had told me. And as soon as I got over there, I saw some guys who were passing out fliers just as I had seen them in the dream. I noticed before I got to go any further, I was given a piece of literature and was also asked to come to church. I remember asking, “Where is the pastor? Because I am now looking for a church. I was sent to go to the van. I decided to go to the van, but it wasn’t long before I changed my mind. As I started to walk away, then I heard somebody in the van say, “Today is the day of salvation, and anything grievous could literally happen to you at any time.” So I took firm heed and jumped in the van.

It was a very long ride, and I didn’t know where they were taking me, but finally we arrived. I remember seeing gospel tracts pervading everywhere on the tables, and I was told they are all free of charge. And then I said to myself, “This is a church of God and not a den of thieves.” I was more than happy and proud to tell everybody I have found the Truth, the Way, and the Life.

Two months later, I was told in a night vision that I have only five days to move from where I was staying. In the meantime, I began saying to myself, “There is no way I am going to move from this place, because God would never tell anybody to do something like that.” Fortunately, again I started to pray to the Lord saying, “Father God, if this is really you telling me that I have only five days to move and join the church, why don’t you show me a sign?” I went to sleep that night and then woke up the next day with nothing but fears. All I remember saying to myself was, “I know this is not God. Now satan, go to sleep and wait for your time to be cast into the Lake of Fire.”

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011, while I was sleeping, it was around 9 PM to be exact, and I had a dream, but this time I remember seeing Brother Scott in the dream and we were both playing basketball. I would say, shortly before the game came to an end, I was stuck with the ball in my hands. After that, I remember seeing Brother Charles coming by and he grabbed me to go along with him and help him catch fish. I said, “Sure,” because everybody knows that I love fish.

As we began to walk along, I was stopped by some old-looking lady I have never seen in my life before and then she gave me a letter. I took the letter and as I started to read it, somehow I was struck down by the title—which goes on the say, “Go up and help the brothers.” I knew I had to take a stand for something that leads into life eternal. I knew I had to make an act of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

I will never forget this day, which was on January 30th, 2011. I had to walk in the cold rain with my umbrella and suitcase headed toward the train station that led me to Hollywood. Shortly after I got there, I was picked up and drove back up to the church. Ever since, my life was never the same. False doctrine, fornication, fears, were no longer growing into my soul.

Three months later, I received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit, even though I did not know it was possible and still is, for every believer of the Word to have. Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ (Ephesians 1:3).

Eight months later, while I was praying by myself, I began to ask the Lord everything concerning you being falsely cast into prison. And the Lord told me that He has His reason of allowing whatsoever He pleases to do. In fact, the Lord said you are such a good soul-winner, and much souls need to be saved.

Two weeks later, I remember asking the Lord when exactly is He going to bring you out of prison. All of a sudden, I fell asleep with my eyes wide open, and then I saw you standing outside at the parking lot wearing a white suit coat with your hair looking kind of grayish and was walking directly in the church. Then, a little while later, for the third time, I had the same exact vision, but this time, you were sitting closely right next to me wearing a grey suit coat and I was clapping and praising the Lord and then I recall I was asked by you to keep on clapping.

May 16th, 2012 was the last time I happened to ask the Lord again, when is He going to get you out of prison? I was quite awake this time while I was reading from the book of Jeremiah chapter 32, and then I saw you walking around wearing a green suit coat, looking happy as ever and immediately as I looked up to the sky, I saw the whole sky was in complete darkness, as if the rain was about to fall. All of a sudden, everything started to vanish away and then you jumped in a car and that was the end.

Be faithful—be strong—be courageous. Be brave and let God do His thing.