Broken Spirit

Minister Emmanuel Farchie

Hi my name is Emmanuel, I was saved in 1999 and the Lord has forgiven me.

It all began in 1995, what a year! There are many things that turn people to religion or to a way of believing, and a standard of expectation. All this is fueled by the intrinsic need to get better or be better. A form of “ sumum appeto”- the best of the very best.

That year is when I started to really live life. I was engaged in a lucrative construction business, and life was good. The work in itself was rewarding in a monetary sense. People describe it as a “hand over fist” theory. With the money came the strange habits. Habits I never had growing up suddenly became a norm. I engaged in smoking $20 to $100 cigars, consuming large quantities of liquor, and I had an engorged appetite for women.

Money, liquor, and sex were an event of Roman proportions. I believed in rewarding myself when I worked hard. I relaxed and played hard. I will admit that the way we did business was treacherous, devious and absolutely merciless even if a person was old and on a fixed income, it did not matter. Young and working, that did not matter either; I would sell outrageous home improvements deals, and cash them in before the work was started. So if the work was done, oh well. If the work was not done, oh well.

This went on until one day the crucible fell and the company broke. It was judgment day, and time to pay the piper, and all the bogus deals had to be accounted for. The money was spent and there was no one to blame.

Getting back to “the corporate” world, I wound up with a regular job, and that is where I ran into a believer from the remnant of Grace. At that point, life was never going to be the same, and little did I know by how much. I kept on moving in the new direction, which was causing chaos to my insides, but it was my spirit that was being purged. One day I came to believe again. It was not too long after I was accepted as a member, that I received the Holy Ghost and was transformed into a new creation. My roots are growing deeper, now that I believe that Christ died for me, and has granted me mercy. I am glad to say that I am moving in the right direction.


Elder Terry Heggins

First and foremost I’d like to give honor to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who has given me the victory.

I am delighted to have this opportunity to share the marvelous works of the Lord in my life. Throughout my entire life the Lord has been working miracle after miracle.

It was in 1998 several major events occurred in my life that made significant impacts on the rest of my life. Until these occurrences, I was your normal career -oriented individual and I felt that I had obtained some levels of success. At a young age I was at an executive level position at my job. I had a good salary; the opportunity to travel around the country and all the fringe benefits that went with the position. It was if all the things I’d worked for had come too fast.

I was in my own world and it was built around me. The girl I’d been dating off and on for some years moved to Dallas to be with me. Although I had been unfaithful, she had hopes of a commitment. I was promoted again to another level in the company with even more money and benefits. I thought I had established the foundation of success for my life. I had the women and the money and I didn’t have a care in the world.

One day I went to the doctor for a physical where I received the most horrifying news I’d ever heard. A disease was lurking in my body and could potentially be terminal. I was broken, but resolved to deal with it in a dignified manner.

During this same year the company decided to sell the division of the company in which I worked. I was offered another position, but moving was required. After the diagnosis I had just received, I had no mind to pick up and start over again. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

I sought to confide in my girlfriend regarding the things that I was going through. We had not been getting along since she had moved in, and she advised me that she didn’t think it was working. In other words, she had found someone else and my issues were my own.

My world was slowly deteriorating; all of the certainties didn’t seem so plain anymore. I wasn’t accustomed with dealing with problems beyond my control. Dignity was slowly losing its meaning.

I needed help. I was a member of one of the largest churches in Dallas and my pastor was internationally renowned. I wanted to speak to him, hoping for some encouraging words of wisdom, but to no avail, His schedule wouldn’t permit.

In a quest to find someone I could trust and confide in I met someone at work. I shared only the state of my body, not the magnitude of my mental suffering. She started calling and praying with me and soon we became prayer partners. She would often speak of a lady she prayed with in the mornings. She was convinced, that if anybody could get a prayer through it was she, the lady’s name is Mother Ruthie Mae Davis.

I awoke one morning heavy laden and didn’t know what to do or where to go. I was too distraught to go to the office so I called my friend to ask for Mother Davis’ number. I called Mother Davis and asked if I could visit with her and she readily accepted my invitation to her house. I’d never been on that side of town; however, I was in so such despair that I was determined to find it. At this point, I had not confided in anyone with the magnitude of my issue. She never asked me specifically what was wrong but she somehow knew why I’d come, by the structure of her prayer and our conversation. I had never met anybody with such a powerful testimony and great faith.

She invited me to be her guest at church. With the testimonies she shared and the faith she exemplified, I had to see where she attended church. I’d seen a whole new side of God through her.

I dropped in one Wednesday night during bible study and I was so impressed by the teaching that night because It was the Word and no theory. Everything that the pastor said he verified with what Jesus said. It was like there was nothing impossible for Jesus. I was so moved that night that I confided for the first time the magnitude of my issue to the pastor I’d just met. His reaction was stunning, as if to say, “that’s it?” I left with a feeling of empowerment.

For a while, I attended my church and Mother’s church because I was not one to make quick decisions. I found myself actually growing so much in the Word and having such a desire to know more. For the first time in my life I was developing real faith. After months of dual services, there was no doubt in my mind that I was destined to be at Remnant of Grace Ministries.

This was never the kind of church that I looked for in the past when searching for a church home. I’d always liked the large and popular churches with a large selection of women and good music. This was a holiness church- the kind that I’d made fun of while growing up as a Methodist (fourth generation). I’d always thought the people who attend these types of churches were crazy and phony.

Soon I realized that it was not the people but my traditional belief system that was crazy and phony. I entrusted my life to what was handed down from generation to generation. Now I was challenged to validate my belief by the Bible. There were so many shocking things happening that I had never seen. I personally witnessed exorcisms; in fact, my former roommate was a recipient of having the devil expelled. I later learned that he had become vulnerable to these spirits through living with his uncle who was a Well-known voodoo doctor in Africa. Remnant of Grace contained countless testimonies of people who the Lord had healed of cancer, asthma, thyroid conditions and many other diseases.

My curiosity grew even more. And as I followed the instructions given by the Pastor to fast, pray and read my bible, I started to realize who God is, His power and His nature. I began to understand God is personally concerned about my situation and is able to help me. I accepted Him and made Him Lord over my life.

Several weeks later, the miracle of all miracles happened- I was baptized in the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tongues. He had given me the power (His spirit) to receive my healing and power to continue this walk of holiness.

As our relationship grew and the more I sought Him, the more He blessed me. I am a witness to Matthew’s instruction in 6:33, “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you.” I can also empathize with Psalm 103: 3-4 “He forgiveth all thine iniquities and healeth all thy diseases. Who redeems your life from destruction, who crowns you with loving kindness and tender mercies.” He has healed my body of the dreaded disease that the doctor once said could kill me. After over 5 years of going for routine checkups my doctor acknowledges, “I am glad you refused to take medication, you have taught me something.” Hebrew 11:1 Now faith is substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not seen.”

It was by no mishap the process that I went through to get to this holiness church. I needed divine directions and instructions. I can say from the depth of my heart that I am truly one of the ones Paul spoke about in Roman 11:5 “Even so then, at this present time there is a remnant according to the election of grace.”

I exist not because of my greatness, but because of His grace.

Ephesians 2:10 “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.”

I’ve learned through all that I’ve experienced, not to despise the process. It took the crumpling of my so-called “empire” for God to get my attention. As long as I had any form of control I found comfort. Removing me from my comfort zone forced me look beyond myself

“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to his purpose.” Roman 8:28.

I can testify that God can take a nobody, who thought they were somebody and establish them. I was a selfish, stiff-necked conservative, stubborn, refined, and proud individual. Now I am a humble servant.

“The spirit of the Lord is upon me, Because he has anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, To set at liberty those who are oppressed. To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.”
Luke 4:18-19.


Sis. Trenia Warren

Died and Born Again
May 29, 1996

I thank God for delivering me from a life of frustration, confusion, sexual addiction, impoverished mentality, pride, stubbornness, rebellion and a whole gage of other things. Growing up as a child, I saw a lot of things that I did not understand nor did I want to accept. My mom was a Christian, who loved us. But she lived a life of lack and worked long hard hours to provide for us. She was married to a man who was an alcoholic, drug head, and abusive in language. There were 5 children, 3 boys and 2 girls. We had our disagreements, but we loved each other.

I guess I can say at the age of 14 I began to really evaluate our life and began to ask why. My mom and other family members tried to explain, but no answer was satisfying to me. So the pressures of life began to crowd my mind. I was a young teenager trying to understand. I really didn’t make friends because I thought you had to dress a certain way. I thought you had to be ready to talk about people and sometimes fight and your parents had to have a nice car (we had a station wagon). So I began to be angry and frustrated, and I didn’t know how to release what I was holding inside. I tried sports. Even at that, we had to by uniforms and other expenses. If for example we went out to eat after the game, my mom didn’t always have money for me to spend. So there I was – a young lady in the honors classes but full of anger, frustration, and pride.

Then at the young age of 15, I had my first sexual relationship (which wasn’t good. As a matter of fact, I really didn’t know what I had done until 2-3 days later). After that, the person (a thirty something year old man) began to tell me how good I felt and how good I made him feel. I began to believe his words. I can say that it kind of gave me good esteem about myself, so I tried it again. This time I thought I knew a little more because I had talked to some girls in the neighborhood, and they made it seem like that was the thing to do. From that one relationship I began to be very free and loose with my body. I thought it was the only way for me to relieve my frustrations. The term that I now use today is I began to abuse myself.

At the age of 17, I began to engage in crimes such as auto theft and drugs. When I turned 18, I began to engage in an adulteress relationship. At the age of 19, I got pregnant and gave birth to a handsome baby boy. This slowed me down some but not much. When I turned 22, I was pregnant again but, because of selfishness, I had an abortion. At the age of 23, I found myself pregnant again. Still selfish and full of pride, I had another abortion. By this time I knew that something was seriously wrong with me and I needed help. I had begun to get depressed and literally felt like I was going to die any day. I felt that God was so displeased with me, that He could not possibly love nor forgive me. I realized that I really didn’t love myself or anyone else. I couldn’t trust anybody, and I didn’t know what to do.

But God, my Creator, who is rich in love and mercy, saw otherwise and shined His glorious light on me. He rebuked the attacks of Satan off my mind and literally showed me a picture of hell and a picture of heaven. He told me the choice was mine. Well, it didn’t take long for me to fall on my knees crying for forgiveness and help. I asked God not to let me die. I acknowledged the call of God and asked Him to show me what it really means to be saved. He’s doing exactly what I’ve asked.

He has delivered me from a life of confusion and frustration. I no longer walk around with unforgiveness, anger, and hostility toward others and myself. I can trust people. I can give as well as receive love, and by faith all of my siblings are saved. I am no longer manipulative, or sneaky. God has saved me and given me a cure. I just thank my God for regulating my mind and giving me peace. I thank Him for His grace and mercy. All praise and glory is to God the Father of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Hebrews 7:25 Wherefore He (Jesus) is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by Him, seeing He ever liveth to make intercession for them.