Testimony of Buck Worboys
Heaven's Saint
St Pete Florida Chapter

    She came and got me and
    by the time I hit the isle I was
    nearly paralyzed.
    I remember breaking down
    and crying as I walked to the
    altar that day and moments
    later I turned to see Mary
    there to rededicate her life
    to the Lord.















    Since that time God has
    CHANGED my life! I no
    longer live in fear and know
    that He is the only one that I
    need! God has blessed me
    immeasurably with a GREAT
    wife, job and the kind of
    friends that would lay their
    lives down for me. I am the
    youth Pastor at Crossroads
    Chapel; we have a Bible
    Study at our home every
    Friday night, host a free
    local Christian show and do
    a weekly Bible Study that we
    stream on our website,
    which is Stewards of the
    Mysteries of God.

    I truly believe that God has
    called me to be an
    Evangelist and a Pastor, but
    beyond a shadow of a
    doubt, he has called us to
    be givers. I have been so
    blessed to have a job that
    affords us to give and a
    home that allows us to give
    shelter when needed. While
    we also go and feed the
    homeless every 6 weeks
    and are a part of the
    motorcycle ministry, what I
    need to focus more on is my
    relationship with Jesus
    Christ.

    I am still a work in progress,
    but I have matured, there is
    fruit, but I want and strive as
    Paul says Hebrews 6:1
    "Therefore leaving the
    principles of the doctrine of
    Christ, let us go on unto
    perfection; not laying again
    the foundation of
    repentance from dead
    works, and of faith toward
    God." My endeavor is to be
    a part of this ministry in such
    a way that I/we WILL make a
    difference for Christ.


    I knew that I was probably
    going to be dead if I did not
    do something about my
    situation, so I decided to
    attend one of their
    churches. Much to my
    dismay, although the
    message was directed to
    me, the church I attended
    was void of the Holy Spirit
    and it had little or no effect
    on me. Shortly thereafter
    I met Mary, who eventually
    became my wife. We met
    through my mother and
    began dating. I had
    introduced her to my circle
    of friends, who welcomed
    her as she too liked to party.
    I remember asking my friend
    not to tell her that I used
    cocaine, but one night he
    asked me to break away for
    a couple lines and to my
    surprise Mary was in the
    room. Although I did some
    coke with her a sense of
    embarrassment and guilt
    came over me. A few days
    later I mentioned that I was
    thinking about going to a
    local church and asked if
    she would like to go. She
    readily accepted and we
    went to Countryside
    Community Church on
    December 13, 1998.

    It was that day, in pew 5,
    that Pastor John said that if
    we were running, looking for
    the answers to life,
    depressed and feeling as if
    there were no hope, to raise
    our hands and he would
    pray for us. I raised BOTH
    hands! He then said: Jesus
    said “If you confess me
    before man, I will confess
    you before the Father, but if
    you deny me before man,
    I will deny you before the
    Father.” He said “come to
    the altar,” but I was not
    ready for that.
















    I remember this little old
    lady (Fofo), who came to my
    pew and motioned for me to
    come forward, but I would
    have none of that.

    For most of my life I grew up
    wanting and needing to be
    accepted, so consequently
    I did the things I felt
    necessary to be accepted.
    I was raised by a single
    mother, who gave me every
    material thing that she
    could, and like most moms,
    it was because she wanted
    me to have only the best in
    life. Having been raised
    Catholic I learned religion,
    but did not know what it
    meant to have a
    “relationship” with Christ.
    As I got older I began to
    become completely
    dependant on my mother for
    nearly everything. While I
    was able to hold down jobs
    I always knew that she would
    be there to bail me out as
    somewhat of a “Golden
    Parachute.”
















    I had done drugs in my late
    teens (mostly pot) and
    dabbled in a few others
    along the way. I joined a
    group therapy to get off pot,
    which I did back in the early
    nineties never to have
    smoked again. What I didn’t
    do is fill the void in my life.
    In the mid to late nineties I
    started using cocaine pretty
    heavily and continued to do
    so when I moved here to
    Clearwater.

    I remember cleaning out my
    garage so I could come
    home in the middle of the
    day, skipping out on work, to
    sleep because I was in such
    depression. It was the only
    time that I was not
    depressed, but the problem
    was when I would wake up I
    would start using.

    There were three ladies with
    whom I worked, that
    attended different churches,
    who I know were praying for
    me. God was calling me and
    I was in a struggle.
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